SORIMAH #4
His mouth was on my vulva eating away at it like a damn toothless piranha.
He voiced my pussy being his favorite treat several times throughout the day and I couldn’t help but feel like I was where he wanted to be.
However, when I came down from the high, he provided, I was set back into reality.
He would never choose me. This was going to be our last time making love.
My fingers tangled with his locs as my chest began to heave up and down.
He was skilled with his tongue and knew how to make my clit pulsate better than my rose could.
When he ate, he wanted to snatch every ounce of fluid from my body to replenish his.
It was that kind of treatment that had me hooked in the first place.
A nigga that could eat pussy was a treasure, but a nigga that knew how to eat and stroke was a man that needed to be locked the fuck up.
He was what you classified as dangerous and that was the reason I wanted to get from under Hendrix.
I saw myself days away from not wanting him around Aviana altogether when she was the one that had him first.
“Feed me,” he instructed, and I obliged.
His fingers massaged my walls as he zoned in on my sensitive pearl. My body jerked and I tried to push his head further between my legs. I didn’t want him to move an inch. The firmness and warmth from his tongue felt good against my waxed flesh.
The faster his stroke got the quicker I fell over the edge. The substance he was waiting for was finally being released. My thighs closed him in place as I rode his face making sure he didn’t miss a drop. It was a feeling only he could extract from me.
As the wave subsided, my legs began to fall back so he could breathe again. When he lifted his face, it was covered in a glaze that he couldn’t get enough of.
He moved me from the kitchen to my bedroom with ease. He handled this big body Benz as if I was a hot wheel that could easily be tossed around. He didn’t strain while he carried me and that was something I wanted to continue because he knew what he was getting into. My curves were loved.
As soon as my back hit the bed, he was crawling between my legs filling me up. I loved how my walls wrapped around him like a glove. My tunnel was made for him. He didn’t have to work his way inside because of the slippery lubricant that seeped out of me.
“Yeah, I ain’t giving this up.”
“Hendrix, we can’t—”
I was hushed by his lips crashing into mine. He wouldn’t let me ruin the moment by talking nonsense to him. He broke the kiss and gave me what was necessary to keep me hanging on a little bit longer.
My right leg was cradled in his arm as he began to pound my pretty little kitten. His girth stretched me out and his length knocked against my cervix. He was too much for me to handle but I refused to tell him that. I was going to take every inch of him whether it hurt or not.
Before I could make out what was happening, I was releasing another dose of cream. It was an orgasm that snuck up on me and it felt so damn good. I saw a smile grace his face and could tell he was enjoying the view. He added to it by rubbing against my clit with his thumb.
I was then flipped over and reentered without given a chance to breathe.
His strokes were more powerful than before, and ass was being thrown back to match his motion.
I received slaps on my ass as he worked my middle.
I was trying to remain focused, but he knew what to do to make me forget that he wasn’t mine.
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
He wanted three words and those were the same three words that we repeated over and over again to each other any time we engaged in such activities. Loving someone who was so toxic but made you feel like you deserved the world was the situation I was in. I wanted him in the worst way.
“Now,” he demanded.
“I love you, Hendrix.”
“I love you too baby.”
I could hear the smile in his words. I didn’t have to look back to see he was beaming from ear to ear.
Telling him how I felt and hearing how he felt in return did something to both of us.
It made me wetter and made him go harder.
My pussy wasn’t given a break from the way he was driving dick into my stomach.
“Where you want it?” he asked gripping my hair and bringing me closer to his chest.
“In me!” I screamed out knowing that was the reason for the child I was carrying.
“You didn’t have a choice.”
He let go causing me to drop face first in the bed.
I felt his lips plant kisses at the top of my ass as he continued to fuck me into another orgasm.
I was releasing as he was coating my walls with his kids.
I enjoyed that feeling more than anyone should have.
He was willing to give me a part of him without thinking of the consequences.
“Mhmm,” he said not caring to move afterward.
“Hendrix, get out my house.”
We were still attached to each other, and I was already throwing out orders. If he stayed, we would wind up going at it for God knows how long and he had a family to tend to.
“I’m not done yet. I only busted one nut. I got a few more I want to give you.”
Those words sent a chill down my spine. He knew how much I loved him inside me and now he was using it against me.
“Shit. Make it quick.”