10. Mahasin
Mahasin
M ake love to me, Dollface.
He asked me to make love to him, to be his first. Not fuck me or let me fuck you— make love to me .
This man trusted me with two of the most sacred truths about himself, confessing that he was a virgin and Autistic.
The weight of that trust was heavy, and I felt honored that he would be so vulnerable to me.
Gage could have just used me to satisfy an itch, but this was different.
This was trust. He trusted me to be the first he let in physically, and by doing so, he gave me all of him emotionally.
Making our way back to the couch, I once again straddled him and gently pushed his head back against the soft cushion.
I placed his hands on my ass and moaned as I kissed his neck, letting out a sound that told my intent sweetly and clearly.
Slowly and sensually, I lifted my body and gripped his dick, positioning it at my opening.
I wanted nothing about this moment to be rushed.
Pausing for a few seconds, I let him feel the warmth of my center.
I slid his tip back and forth between my lips, letting him feel the sticky wetness he created.
“Look how wet you’ve made me, Mr. Blaque. She’s calling for you, baby.”
“Dollface, you feel so good already,” he said through labored breathing.
I looked down at his face, his eyes heavy, his jaw tight with anticipation and what I assumed to be nervousness.
Damn, Imma make this sexy motherfucker scream my name.
Normally, I was more of the submissive type, but the idea of the roles reversed brought out some animalistic thoughts in me.
Talking him through it was the least of my concerns; my pussy was prepared to fuck him so hard he’d bite his bottom lip until bloodshed.
Mr. Blaque isn't going to know if he’s coming or going fucking around with me.
However, I couldn't get too ahead of myself.
What we were about to do was permanent. There were no do-overs, and as much as I wanted this, I would feel terrible if he had regrets.
I paused and asked, "Gage, are you sure this is what you want? We can stop, and I'll still spend the evening getting to know you."
"I would love it if you spent the evening getting to know me, but right now I want you to get to know my body," he replied.
"I got you, Mr. Blaque," I whispered.
Making passionate eye contact, I slowly slid down his shaft.
The moan that escaped his lips was the pressure of pureness that was inserted into me.
My back arched in pure ecstasy—slowly I lifted and lowered myself to allow my body to get used to him.
Being exceptionally good at numbers, specializing in dick math, Gage had to be about 11 inches, making him the biggest I’ve ever had.
The sensation I felt was incredible, and I submerged in my cockiness, knowing that he was completely mine. At least for the night.
“Are you okay?” I moaned, praying he would say yes because he felt so damn good.
“Mm hm,” he moaned, eyes closed tighter than a freshly sealed jar.
When my body accepted all of him, I sped up, bouncing up and down, allowing my wetness to consume the length of him.
The pressure of my hips settling onto him caused his hands, which had been gently cupping my ass, to now grip my waist tightly, steadying me to allow him to repeatedly knock on walls and tap my G-spot.
His tight grip was sure to leave marks, but I didn’t give a fuck.
His tension told me everything; he was enjoying this pussy.
Dictating the pace, I wanted to make sure his first ride wasn’t a reckless, overwhelming blur.
He asked me to make love to him, and I’m assuming he wanted his mind to experience the same euphoria his body was.
How exhilarating would it be for me to talk him through his first nut in some pussy?
Would I make him cum too fast, though? My selfish ass was not ready for this ride to end, and I’d be pissed if he came and I didn’t. Fuck it.
“I’m going to talk really, really nastily to you, Mr. Blaque,” I confessed. Never losing my rhythm on his dick, I landed soft kisses to the side of his neck and asked, “Would you like that?”
“I’d like whatever you decide to do to me in this moment, Dollface,” he managed to grunt.
I slowed my pace to an almost unbearable speed and stared into his lazy yet gorgeous eyes.
I released my arms from his upper body and placed them at my sides.
Wait until he experiences what else I’m going to do with no hands.
“Your dick is the biggest I’ve ever had, Mr. Blaque, and I love how you’re knocking on walls I never knew needed to be invaded, baby.
Can you feel how messy you’ve made my pussy?
Look down as you go in and out of me—look at that mess all over that monster of yours.
” I bit my bottom lip just before I slowly went to throw my head back.
“Mahasin,” he breathed.
Slowly lifting my head to meet his eyes again, I noticed him looking at the magic happening between us as he sensually licked his lips. I gently lifted his chin so he could look at me, and I murmured, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
“It’s everything,” he whispered.
“You’re doing that to me, Gage—making my body release the sweet calm before the storm. Would you like to experience me cumming on your dick? Would you like my pussy to contract so hard and suck you in as I flood your shaft with my cream?”
“Ah, fuck—hell yeah, Mahasin, do that shit for me, baby.”
Not only was I not expecting him to respond, but I also damn sure didn’t expect me to cum so hard that every muscle in my body locked up on my release. After my muscle spasm, I collapsed over his shoulder and could barely catch my breath. How did the hunter become the rabbit?
“Nah, we ain’t finished, baby. Can I fuck your pretty ass from the back?” he asked.
Now hold on, did the teacher become the student?
Is this man about to have me forget all the dicks I’ve creamed before, as well as hide in his closet every Wednesday waiting for him to come home just to slut me out?
Damn, Mahasin, be strategic about this, bitch, I thought to myself.
Being submissive, doggy style was my favorite position, and if Gage choked me while delivering long, hard strokes, we were going to the sex store, getting a molding kit, and there would be a mold of his penis on my mantle.
“Can I explore you in that way?” his deep voice whispered against my neck.
“Yes,” I cried out.
Before I could get the words out, Gage had me bent over on all fours, my face against the arm panel of the couch.
Biting my bottom lip, I arched my back perfectly and gripped the sides of the cushions, anticipating his entry.
After a few seconds of maintaining my position, I looked back to see if he was okay.
And to my pleasant surprise, he was more than okay.
Hung like a damn horse, Gage positioned himself on his knees behind me and began slapping the top of the crack of my ass with his dick.
Just like the owner, the dick was beautiful—dark brown, lengthy, and thick like the pickles in the jar at the bodega.
A mixture of my juices and cream glazed his shaft along with precise veins as if they were charged with lightning.
“Is it okay if I pull your hair as I stroke you from behind, Dollface?” he asked. His tone delivered with sincerity and lust, and had I not known this was his first time, I would have thought something was wrong. It was sweet that even in the heat of the moment, he considered my comfort.
“I would love it if you pulled my hair. Do whatever you have to do to tame me—I’m yours,” I moaned.
Something about me confessing that I belonged to him triggered the lion resting in this gentle giant, and before I knew it, Gage grabbed a nice amount of my hair and thrust into me.
Although I was excited about the pain and pleasure combo, I was thankful that he gripped my hair from the scalp and not the ends.
My shit was not a wig, and I’d be pissed to see my broken ends on the couch after we were finished.
“Fuck, Dollface,” he grumbled as he stroked me, long and deep.
My Kegel game and hydration regimen were solid, so I knew my haven was tight and gushy—sounding like the first scoop of baked ziti, hot and fresh out of the oven.
He tensed in between his long, feverish strokes, letting me know he didn’t have much longer.
“Damn, Gage, baby,” I whined as he admonished me from behind—not only was I his, but this pussy was also.
“Shit, Gage, beat that shit up,” I commanded, as I threw my ass back to meet his strokes.
The sounds of our sticky skin smacking together, combined with the throb I felt due to his balls hitting my pussy as he pumped in and out of me, had me at my peak.
“Choke me, baby,” I whimpered.
“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, never losing his stroke.
“Hurt me, Gage. And do that shit like I disrespected your mother,” I ordered.
The pressure building from this climax, which I was soon to release, had me somewhere between Stella and Winston, and Harley Quinn and the Joker. My feminine energy desired to be loved, cared for, and protected, while the hoe in me wanted to be turned every way but loose.
“Do it now, Gage. Fuck!”
Removing his hand from my hair, he rested it on the arm of the couch for leverage, while he used his other hand—the dominant one, I’m assuming—to grip my throat.
His massive hand was able to grip my whole neck, and he squeezed with just enough pressure to halt my breathing.
This salacious assault was going to be my undoing.
“You are so perfect, Mahasin. Don’t ever believe anything different.
Your brain, your personality, the way you dress, smell—everything about you.
Even the shit you find to be a flaw is absolutely fucking perfect.
And this pussy, with all this sweet nectar…
tell me you’re going to let me lick you clean, mama. ”
So this nigga just gonna talk me through it now? Fuck it. Have at it, Daddy, I thought to myself.
My release caused me to collapse on the couch, and Gage followed my body, hovering above me, still beating my shit up like a professional. Virgin my ass.
He released my neck and grabbed my shoulders.
“You mine, ain’t you, Mahasin?" he asked.
"Yes", I cried out.
Then don’t take what’s mine from me. Stay right here and let me finish this ride.”
Hearing those words sent a release through my body that I didn’t know was impending. I felt my pussy lock onto his dick as my cream released on him.
Gently, he pulled me up by my sides, resting my weakened body against his chest as he continued to stroke me through my nut.
No sooner than I finished releasing that he pulled me tightly into his body and, from what it sounded like, attempted to suppress a moan.
I was nowhere near ovulation and wanted to feel every drop of this man inside of me.
Fuck being a lady—I was his personal Hostess cupcake and needed to be filled with cream.
“Nut inside this pussy, Gage. Send your legacy through my body,” I cried.
“Dollface,” he protested.
“It’s yours,” I begged.
As he released inside of me, he pulled my hair gently, causing me to crane my neck. As our lips touched and mouths opened, preparing for our ending kiss, Gage whispered into my mouth—
“I love you, Mahasin.”