17. Rakim #2
We ate dessert and then headed straight back to the room, which neither of us could wait for. Daylin led me there by hand, and I enjoyed the sway of her ass and hips, plus the backs of her smooth knees the entire route.
Her ass was jiggling perfectly in the thin ass dress, making me reach under it from behind to see if she had on any panties. I was disappointed when the pads of my fingers were met with the material of what she’d told me was a G-string.
“Rah. Hold your horses.” She chided me, and I laughed because of how corny her choice of words were.
Handing over our key, I pressed my extremely hard dick against her ass as she worked to unlock our door while I sucked on her sweetly scented neck.
She moaned when I reached around her, brushing the barely-there ass material of her panties against her already swollen clit.
My mouth watered at the thought of how it looked, and a nigga couldn’t wait to have her spread eagle as I licked her pussy.
“Can’t wait to put my tongue in that,” I admitted aloud. “I’m real hungry too, baby, so I hope you ready to feed a nigga for hours.”
“Rah, I can’t focus. Stop.” She whimpered, making me remove the key from her soft hands and unlock the door myself with ease.
As soon as we stepped inside, I picked her up and put her on the counter, groping her ass as I wedged myself between her legs. She was so soft and smelled so fucking good that my senses seemed to be going off the fucking charts.
“I hope they got Plan B’s out here ’cause I’m ’bout to tear yo’ ass up,” I admitted honestly.
“Wait, wait.” She giggled a little drunkenly. “Go sit down, and I will come to you in a little bit.”
“Day.” I nodded down to the tent I’d pitched.
“Won’t be long. Watch.” She nudged me back, so I helped her down but then hugged her shapely frame from behind as she started to walk off. “Rah!” She squealed when I ran my hand up her dress and in between her legs while prodding her ass with my hard dick.
Finally, I released her and went to make myself a drink to calm down, before venturing out to where our private pool was, then lay back on the plush bed that seemingly levitated above the water.
As I began to muddle through my thoughts on Zaire, like I always did when alone, a sweet scent engulfed the area letting me know Daylin had stepped out.
It was weird how warm it was at night, but I was thankful, considering the fact that my baby barely had any clothes on as she smiled down at me impishly.
I wasted no time setting my drink off to the side and guiding her toward me by her hips.
Pressing my lips to her stomach, I groped her round ass that filled a nigga’s hands perfectly.
Everything about this woman fit me perfectly, compelling me to believe that all the shit that brought us together was serendipitous.
“Why you even put this tiny shit on?” I queried salaciously as I kissed the front of her pussy that was barely shielded by a simple heart shape. Her bra was the same, only concealing her nipples.
Daylin grinned in response as I pushed them downward, wasting no time. My dick was so hard I could only pray I didn’t nut immediately.
“You don’t like it?” she teased, knowing the answer as she caressed the back of my head while I trailed my mouth up her stomach, rising to my feet on the way.
Towering over her without an answer, I slipped my hand into her soft ass hair before fusing my mouth to hers. Her skin, her fucking scent, her voice, always heightened any fucking experience I had with Daylin.
We kissed hungrily as I reached behind her to remove the semblance of a bra, just as I’d done her panties moments ago. Scooping her up effortlessly, I laid her on the bed, wedging myself between her legs before moving south.
Once I was face-to-face with her pussy, slightly glistening already, I sucked on her inner thighs, basking in the way she cooed and purred. The sounds of the waves crashing against the shore behind us blended in with her whimpers in perfect harmony.
Spreading Daylin’s legs wider, I started to lap at her clit, slowly but with intention just the way I knew she liked the shit.
She’d never verbally expressed it, but she came the hardest and the quickest when I did shit this way.
I felt her bud swell against my tongue as I toggled between licking it and sucking it, the feeling of her nectar coating my lips and chin putting me in a state of euphoria.
“Mmm.” I moaned, languidly dragging my tongue around her clit, hitting under the hood and French kissing a little bit.
“Rah, . . . oh my gosh.” Her voice hit a high pitch as her nails scraped at the back of my head, and I could tell by the octave she’d hit that she was about to hit her peak.
I kept her legs spread open, attacking her pussy hungrily, and when she hit a moment of paralysis, I slipped my tongue inside of her opening as she came. Daylin whimpered feverishly, her body trembling violently as her upper half seemed to be frozen in its current state.
I licked her clean until she was able to gather herself, then got right back to eating one of my favorite fucking meals.
Using my forearm, I pinned her thigh to her body and kept the opposite thigh pressed outward.
Daylin was no match for my strength and, therefore, had no choice but to lie back and receive the tongue lashing.
I knew my woman’s body better than my own, and a nigga got a thrill out of taking her wherever I wanted to in the bedroom.
Making Daylin cum had become second nature, and though I’d always left women satisfied, this was some different shit.
We were in tune like a muthafucka, and I enjoyed being able to make her cum quickly or prolonging it when necessary.
“Fuck, baby.” I grumbled against her lower lips, patting her clit with my tongue before dragging it around it as she made a mess.
Her sap dripped down to her asshole, so I licked that shit up promptly, slurping her bud into my mouth as I came up.
I continued suckling her clit, slipping my tongue under the hood occasionally until I felt her body draw up.
Once my baby’s muscles tightened and she stopped moving, barely saying a word, I knew she was close.
I homed in, sucking her pussy like I loved it—and I did—until she finally found her voice, releasing heavily. A nigga didn’t waste a drop.
Kissing my way up to her nipples, I vacuumed them into my mouth as her chest rose and fell, legs still quivering. Latching my mouth onto hers, I tongued her down nastily as she helped me out of my clothes.
Once naked, I rose up on my knees, and Daylin took me into her mouth unexpectedly.
I was ready to dive the fuck into her sopping wet center, but she had other plans.
I let her suck me off for a little bit, enjoying the way she let me tap her throat and how pretty she looked while doing it, but then I removed myself.
The head was too good, and I didn’t wanna nut before I got some pussy.
Laying her down somewhat roughly, I hiked her legs up, pressing them into her body so that her feet brushed the makeshift headboard of the pool lounge bed.
We locked eyes as I prodded her opening, both biting our lips as I started to push my way into her tight pussy.
I shook my head at her as she tried to adjust herself, keeping her in place as I drove my dick further in, listening to her whimper while placing a hand on my abs.
I allowed it, fully sinking in despite her efforts.
Just like with the head, I knew this position made Daylin cum the hardest, longest, and fastest.
“Rah, . . . mmm . . . fuck.” Her teeth sunk down into her bottom lip as she looked down to see me plunging fully inside of her, legs spread and pushed back. “I’m about to cum,” she announced.
“I know.” I smirked, groaning a little bit at the feel of her walls throbbing and tightening around me.
I continued to thrust inside of her at a medium-slow pace, and moments later, she was releasing, eyes closing and purring sexily as I drank in every movement of hers.
Once she came down from her orgasm, I sped up, pounding her pussy and causing her mouth to hang open as she looked up at me, trying to put her hand against my abs to control me, but it was no use. I refused to look away from her sexy ass, watching her cum being my favorite part.
“Oh my gosh!” she called out, nibbling on her lip as I beat her very wet and very audible pussy up.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, pounding her shit. “Damn, baby, you cumming again?” I frowned, tearing her shit up as she orgasmed all over my dick beautifully.
I loved switching positions typically, but right now, the view was too good, and the shit felt too amazing for me to pull out or make any sudden changes.
Nothing was better than seeing Daylin’s cum face, titties, me plunging inside of her pretty, glistening pussy, while she fought against the constant orgasms in the midst of calling my name. Change positions for what?
Pulling out for a quick moment, I licked from her asshole up to her clit, before sucking on it a little bit as she whimpered. Spanking her, I put her back in position and pushed myself inside.
“Mmm . . . daddy, . . . I love you!” Daylin grunted, body tensing and shivering as she came for what I realized was the sixth time. “Oh, . . . I can’t stop.” She sniveled, referring to the repeated orgasms she kept having.
“I love you too,” I commented, breath becoming labored because I knew I was close as fuck. This bed was drenched and so was my pelvis plus Daylin’s inner thighs. There were too many sensations—visual and physical—for a nigga to last much longer. “Cum for me, baby.”
As if my wish was her command, Daylin flooded me and the bed with her nectar, causing me to pull out, sit her up, and push my dick in her mouth. She deep throated me just as I came, taking every drop down and causing me to wince a little at how good that shit felt.