4. Tomorrow #3
Under the tracing paper that his pencil sketched on there were other sketches.
Some of the sketches were finished and some not.
It was a reminder that every tattoo design started from .
. . well, scribbled excellence. The woman on the opposite side of him in the mural seemed like the protector of the loft.
She was the watcher. Her expression wasn’t happy or sad, it was peaceful.
She was the peace that happened in this space with every buzz of the needle that scraped against the skin of a person who often needed to be healed. So many used ink as a healing tool.
At the bottom of the mural, the script said Kyro’s Loft Of Peace. That was ironic because most would just see a loft where a man tattooed and sketched at the desk in the corner. No, this was so much more. It was a sanctuary of sort. It was so Kyro, and I so loved it.
After the loft tour, I was ready to take this man down.
Damn him taking me down. That was the plan, but shit, it didn’t seem like that was what happened.
My damn neck was cricked up against this headboard.
Kyro had his arms wrapped around my thighs, and I couldn’t go anywhere. “Ky . . . Kyro, baby.”
His head lifted for a moment, and his eyes landed on me. “Mar, you were the one who offered me this protein. Now you’re up there whining about my eating technique. What’s wrong? You can’t take it?”
I didn’t want to admit that, so I had to figure out a way to catch my breath without admitting defeat. “I did offer you my protein, but I want to taste yours.”
He stared at me for a beat, then lifted his body. After he climbed off the bed, he stood beside it. “Come here, Mar.” When I got to the edge of the bed, he pointed to the floor. “Get down there and put this dick down your throat.”
I clutched my invisible pearls. Not because I was offended, but because he found out my kink without me having told him. I loved a man that was demanding in the bedroom. I promise if he calls me his lil slut, bitch, or ho, we’re getting married.
Without hesitation, I started to drop to my knees. He stopped me before I did, then placed a pillow on the floor for me to kneel on. Such a gentleman. My hair was already up, so I didn’t have to do anything there.
My neck leaned back so that I could stare my baby in the face.
My hand stroked his dick from the shaft to the tip.
Kyro’s dick was the perfect size. If I had to eye it, it was around eight inches.
What took it over the edge was the girth added to the devil hook.
That hook would probably be a sucking challenge, but I was up for it.
My lips kissed the tip of his dick before my tongue licked it. When my hand went on the downward stroke, I spit on the tip, then took him into my mouth. All the way to the back of my throat like my man said.
“Shit, Mar, suck that dick just like that.” His hand went to the top of my head and held it in place. His hips started to slowly thrust forward. When I gagged, he paused, then said, “Aht, aht! Take this dick down your throat like the woman I know you are. Be your nigga’s good girl.”
Talk that shit! My pussy faucet turned on. This was the type of action that I loved. Slut me the hell out. I got myself together so that I could suck this dick just like the woman that he knew I was. While he fucked my mouth, I massaged his nuts.
Like I knew it would be, that hook gave me hell. Once I got my head angle right, it was a sucking wrap. I smacked his hand away from the top of my head, placed my hands on his hips, and sucked his dick like the gold medal was up for grabs.
“Bitch!” He mumbled it, but I heard it. “Get those nuts, baby.”
In my mind, I was like that lady in Coming To America. It’s whatever you like. My mouth went from his dick to his nuts. My hand stroked his dick while I licked, sucked, and kissed his nuts. That lasted a minute or so before I went back to sucking Hook. Yep, that was his dick’s new nickname.
He took a step back which caused his dick to plop out of my mouth.
My face scrunched but turned into a devious smile when he told me to climb on the bed.
As I climbed onto the bed, he stepped over to the side table and pulled out a box of condoms. It was a new box because he had to take the plastic off it.
I got in my position to get that dick from the back, but Kyro had other plans.
Smack!
“Get on your back. We need to talk while I give you this dick.” He smacked my ass again.
Talk? What does he mean talk? I lay on my back, opened my legs, then played with my pussy for his enjoyment.
“Damn, Tomorrow. Is that pretty pussy mine?” He stood there with a stern expression as his hand stroked his dick.
The question triggered an explosive orgasm. “Ahhh! Yes, it’s yours.”
He must have had spider-monkey in his DNA too. He climbed on top of me, then slid inside of me before my cum finished draining from me. Either he was fast or my cum was slow. His arm cupped my leg in a way that pinned my body, then he leaned toward the unpinned leg.
“Tomorrow, you understand that we are in a committed monogamous relationship as of the moment we left Break The Fourth Wall. We belong to each other.” His words were finite. There were no questions.
The way this man’s dick stroked me was artistic. Could a dick brushstroke? It felt like it could and did. “Yes, we belong together.”
Mariah Carey started singing in my head. Damn right we belonged together. My moans bounced off the walls while he sucked my nipple and teased it with his teeth. It was the feeling of the teeth as they lightly scraped against my nipple that sent me into an alternate universe.
My hips started to move to match his motions. It hit a spot that made my spirit quake and my eyes drool. “Right there, Kyro. Please, please, please don’t . . . oh my God!”
“Yeah, give me that nut. Shit, that tight pussy is getting tighter. Tell me with your pussy that you want this dick.” His dirty talk was unmatched.
In my mind, this was first fuck talk. If it was like this on the first fuck, I knew that it would only get better.
For the rest of the night and morning, we learned each other’s bodies.
It wasn’t until we ran through the entire box of condoms that we went to sleep.
This was definitely a morning that I wanted to repeat at any time of the day.