Russ (BLP MC #3)

Rose’s Prologue

Everything in me knew I should’ve ended things with Russell a long time ago, but it seemed impossible.

He didn’t want to let me go, and truth be told, I didn’t want him to.

The feelings I had for him ran deep, but I couldn’t give him the happily ever after he wanted.

It wouldn’t be fair to him if I continued to string him along, but I could tell he was growing tired of this situationship.

I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and enjoyed the feel of his mouth on my pussy. The way his tongue softly stroked my pussy lips, then dipped in between them, had me squirming.

He flattened his tongue and swiped it from the top of my asshole to my clit, moving the tip of it in a circular motion. I felt his fingers playing with my entrance before he slipped them inside and massaged my walls.

“Shit, Russ!” I cried.

He didn’t let up, and before long, the combination of his tongue and fingers brought me to ecstasy. I didn’t have a moment to catch my breath, but breathing was the last thing on my mind. My pussy had been craving his dick since I’d come to see him.

I opened my legs wide, giving him full access, and when his dick slowly filled me, we breathed a sigh of relief. I tended to look away from him when we had sex, so my head was turned to the side. He grabbed my neck and used his index fingers to make me face him.

“Look at me, Rose. Open your eyes.”

We’d done this song and dance many times, so I knew he wouldn’t fuck me like I wanted until I gave him my eyes. I slowly opened them and immediately became lost in his beauty. Russell was perfect in every way.

His deep caramel-brown skin, perfectly chiseled cheekbones, eyebrows that always looked freshly arched, smooth, kissable lips encased in a low beard and trimmed goatee, and eyes that always appeared to look into my soul whenever he looked at me.

His hair was my favorite, and I loved when he wore it untamed and free, which he rarely did. He preferred it in braids, and they hung just past his shoulders. Either way, he was a sight to behold.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby. You know your love faces keep my dick hard.”

He loved the looks of pleasure on my face as his dick sent me to another atmosphere, making me cum two, three, even four times before filling me with his seeds. The heat from his gaze was always too much to handle, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

I could taste my essence on his tongue and smell my sweet aroma on his face. It turned me on and made my pussy wetter. My first orgasm crashed into my second and my second into my third before Russell allowed himself the same pleasure.

I couldn’t deny the connection between us, but I couldn’t sell him a dream either. We were good together, but we could never be great. He was perfect, but ultimately, he’d have to be perfect for someone else.