16. Warren ‘Wolf’ Bennett #2
Deja already had the kind of voice that was soft, very feminine, with a hint of that southern drawl, plus seductive.
She used that voice on me that she did the night at the club when she danced on me.
That voice could get her anything that she wanted out of me, so with my hands still behind my head, I leaned in, lifting her right nipple up with just my tongue, and I slowly sucked on it.
“Hmmm,” she moaned, enjoying that shit.
I was trying to control myself, and not eat her alive, but she wasn’t making it easy for a nigga.
That had to have been the sexiest moan that I’ve ever heard in my life.
I flicked around her nipple with my tongue.
Because I was hell bent on actually wanting to taste her, I even took small bites too, being careful not to cause her any pain.
I could tell that Deja was a fan of getting her nipples serviced. It was the way she was moaning.
After giving the right one all that attention, I then moved over to the left.
I gave it just as much attention as I did the right.
When I finished, I kissed down her flat stomach and pulled away.
I didn’t want to take miles if I was only getting inches.
I wanted to keep the ball in her court, so she leaned back in to kiss my lips, but it was only for a few seconds.
She dragged her lips down my neck, where she sucked there, just like I’d done with her.
They went even lower, as she kissed my chest. I thought she was going to stop there, but she removed herself from my lap, as she continued kissing, and before I knew it, her fine ass was down on her knees, pulling my dick out, and she was face to face with it.
“Wolf, it’s huge! It’s beautiful,” she admitted, holding it with both her hands. That’s how big it was. She had to use both hands.
She didn’t waste any time spitting on the head of it, and she got to work on my shit. She tried to fit the whole thing in her mouth but ended up gagging. She thought she was going to pull away, but I put both hands on the side of her head, keeping her down, not letting her move.
“That’s grown man dick. Swallow my shit. It’s been done before. You got down on your knees like you knew what you were doing. Show me you know what you doing,” I looked down at her, so she could fully hear me.
It’s almost like she didn’t like that I called her out because she started showing off. Straight tongue, and lips is all I felt.
Here hands were planted firmly on my thighs, as she swallowed my shit, just like I told her to.
Balls were being licked, and she was sucking it nasty as hell.
The whole time she was getting to work, she never took her eyes off me either.
She gave me eight minutes straight of throat action, never complaining, telling me that her jaws hurt, or her knees were aching from being on the ground.
She did it easily, and I felt that nut building from the tip of my toes.
“Fuck. Damn… Ima nut,” I groaned, trying to move her head out of the way, but she locked down on my shit, not wanting to be moved.
She let it bust in her mouth, only to spit it out on the dick, and slurp that shit back up. Like she didn’t just do that nasty ass shit, she kissed the head and looked at me with an innocent smile on her face.
“You dangerous. Come here. Let me eat that pussy,” I instructed, fully prepared for my tongue to get to work.
Deja wiped her mouth with her hand, and then she stood up.
She removed her pajama bottoms and panties.
Now I had the perfect visual of her naked body.
Body was out of this world. The same way I needed a moment to stare at her titties in awe is the same way that I needed a moment to take in her body.
I got the most out of the looks and then tapped my thigh. That’s where I wanted her to put her foot. She did that, and the bruises that I saw on her legs and thighs, I kissed them. I kissed them, and then that pretty pussy was right in my face. Not a trace of hair. Prettiest pussy I ever seen.
I didn’t want her to fall back, or even try to run from my tongue, so I placed my hands on her hips, holding her in place, and dove in…
eating her. Deja’s pussy tasted the exact way that I expected all pussy to taste.
I wasn’t in between her legs, tasting fruity scents or other scents that I knew a woman wasn’t supposed to use down there anyways.
Her pussy tasted natural. Her scent was natural.
Her juices were pure. I got a hold of her clit with just my lips and softly sucked.
“Hmmmm…. Wolffff… you eating me soooo goodddd,” she cried out, her head down, looking at me.
The palm of her hands were planted onto my shoulders, holding herself up, as she fed that pussy to me.
Her shit was like water. That’s how wet she was.
When I noticed that a lot of her juices were seeping out, I removed my lips from her pussy for a second, and licked the juices that slipped down her thighs, dragging my tongue back up, and started feasting on her again.
“Oh fuckkkk… oh fuckkk… Baby…. I’m cuminggggg,” she moaned in pure ecstasy, gripping my shoulders even tighter, and that pussy started letting loose.
In so little time, I’d become addicted to her taste, so even with me knowing that she came, I didn’t pull away. I got a hold of that clit again and just lapped at it. Deja never ran from my tongue, either. She stood her ass up and continued feeding that shit to me.
With just my tongue, and no fingers inside of her, I was able to make her cum for a second time.
The second orgasm was a powerful one. That was the one that had her snapping her legs closed and pushing my head away.
I gave her pussy a break, falling back into the chair, and I slouched down a little bit.
The juices that I could feel on the corners of my mouth, I sticked my tongue out to catch it, and finished tasting it. Deja came closer to me, putting all that ass in my lap again, and she placed her arms around my neck.
“That tongue is dangerous. Is that dick dangerous too?” she asked me, her face right in front of mine.
“I’ll fuck your world up with this dick, baby,” I let her know.
“It’s fucked up already. Fuck it up some more,” she said, and that shit made me laugh.
I picked her up, holding her by her ass. I slipped my feet back into my slides and carried her in the house. The entire time that I walked with her, she was holding onto me tightly, and placing kisses on my neck, and ear.
Never really wanting to show her what my next move was, I took my hands off her ass, so that I could use one arm to wrap around her waist, holding her up.
With my free hand, I went in with three fingers, slowly easing them into that pussy from behind as I walked with her, and she moaned beautifully in my ear.
She didn’t expect my fingers to go inside her, so she flinched at first, and then relaxed. I knew the size dick that I was working with, so this was my way of trying to open her up some more as I carried her up the stairs.
The pussy was tight. Tight, and silky. Juices were dripping down my fingers, as I was now walking up the steps with her.
“Wolffffff,” she removed her head from the crook of my neck, so she could look at me.
I paused on the steps, my eyes glued to her.
“What happened? Tell me,” I wanted to know.
Right here, on the staircase, both not wearing any clothes, I was working that pussy out with just my fingers. These fingers alone was fuckin with her head. She couldn’t even tell me why she just moaned my name like that.
“If you gone cum, tell me. Prepare me for what the fuck is about to happen,” I talked shit to her.
“Shittttttt….. Right there….” she screamed.
“Where? Right here?” I asked, finding that spot, and plunging my fingers deeper, and faster. I already knew where the spot was. I just wanted her to tell me.
“Okayyyyy…. Okayyyy…. Baby thereeeee…. I’m cumingggg,” she screeched, doing exactly what I intended on that pussy doing.
Her head crashed back into my neck, and as she went through her post nut, she hummed in my ear. Hummed, and shook the entire time that I carried her up the stairs.
I took her to my bedroom. Walked over to my dresser, pulled out a couple of condoms, and dropped her little ass down on the bed.
She could have waited for me to tell her what position to get in, but she did it on her own.
She got down on her hands and knees, coming all the way to the edge of the bed, waiting for me. She was perfectly positioned.