Chapter Five #4
“I want—” I broke off a loud moan, feeling his thick fingers plunge deeper and deeper inside of me. He was deep, I was starting to wonder how deep my pussy was and far could he go. “Oh God—” I shrieked.
This should be a crime for it to feel this good.
If he was fucking Trecee like this, now I know why she’s acting like a lost poodle.
I’d be too, if this triflin’ ass nigga was fucking the shit out of me like this.
This shit ain’t right, but I wanted the dick.
I wasn’t going to let him leave this shower without fucking me.
“I want you to fuck me,” I mumbled, with no hesitation.
He grinned. “First I’m gonna eat this pretty ass pussy. Then I’m gon’ stick my tongue in yo ass, and maybe, I’ll fuck you.
Before I could respond, he dropped to his knees, in front of me, the water streaming over his back. His lids were heavy and his gaze was filled with lust. I didn’t have anything to hold on to and I feared falling.
As if he was reading my mind, he dipped down lower, under my belly, and held me up, gripping my thighs tight.
I grabbed his shoulders. My legs and toes dangled in the air as I used his tongue as a seat.
The feel of his hot tongue slithering over my clit, parting my folds then sucking on my flesh sent me into overdrive.
He was working his magic, on the verge of making me cum, because I don’t know how much more I could take of this shit.
My knees were buckling and I kept seeing blue stars.
“Fuck!” I screamed as his tongue from my pussy hole the back up to my clit in one long lick. This was fucking torture and I wanted to die.
He groaned against my pussy, the vibration making my eyes roll back. “You taste so fucking good Juicy. I’ma be gone off this shit all day.”
He dove back in, licking and sucking like her was starving. His tongue swirled around my clit before he pulled back, then sucked it into his mouth. My knees bucked, but his strong hand gripped my thighs, holding me up, holding me in place so I couldn’t escape the relentless pleasure.
“Romelo, oh my God, R-romelo—” His name became a chant, the only word I could remember.
Then he released my clit with a wet pop and looked up at me, his beard glistening with my arousal. “You taste so fucking good.”
I uttered a whimper getting a grin out of him.
He was cocky as fuck.
It was a sinister grin before he dove back in and continued eating my pussy like a monster. His tongue speared into my clit, as he fucked me with his tongue. His nose rubbed kept rubbing against the top of my vulva. The dual sensation was all too much.
“Romelooooo,” I squirmed, but he had a frim grip on my legs to keep my from moving. “I’m gonna cum,” I gasped.
“Not yet,” he said.
“Pleaseeeee,” I pleaded.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Put ya hands on ya ankles.”
I was losing my mind. Romelo was turning me on. Making me feel shit that was dangerous. My mind was swirling and I was feeling so many things all at once. It was too much to process, but I knew what Romelo was doing to my body was real and I wanted this feeling to last.
Feeling his big hands spread my ass, I held my breath, only for a millisecond, then exhaled when I felt his warm tongue slithered in and out of my ass hole. He was working it in, making wet sounds, lapping up his spit that echoed in the shower.
“I love the way you taste on my tongue,” he growled between licks. “Every part of you is mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped.
He pulled back and I heard him spit again. Then I felt his thumb pressing against my asshole, slowly working it’s way inside.
“Oooooh fuuuuuck! Oh God,” I chanted as he breached me with his thumb while his mouth went back to my pussy, his tongue lapping at my clit.
The combination was too erotic for me. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I’m cumming!” I screamed. “Romelo, I’m cumming!”
“Let it go,” he commanded. “Let it go Juicy. Give me all that shit!”
My orgasm hit me like a freight train. My whole body convulsed, my pussy gushing white creamy liquid and my legs were buckling so violently that I would’ve collapsed if Romelo wasn’t holding me up.
He was being selfish. I’d came already, yet he was still hungry for me—still sucking, drawing out my orgasm until I was sobbing and begging him to stop because it was too much, too intense.
Then finally, he pulled back and stood up. I heard his shorts splat on the wet floor. His body pressed against my back. His hard dick nestled between my ass cheeks.
“You ready for me?” He asked, his voice rough and strained.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Please.”
“I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me.” I pleaded desperately.
“Where?” he asked. “Where you want me at? In this ass or that tight ass pussy? You know I know what you like.”
Before I could respond, he caught me off guard and thrusted his dick inside me. We both groaned, loud, releasing guttural sounds that bounced off the marble walls.
“Fuuuuuck, this pussy tight,” he grunted, not giving me a moment adjust to his size.
“Ooooooh shhhhhit!” I moaned feeling him feel me up.
I could feel it in my stomach.
He wasn’t taking it easy on me. Our skin slapping and I could feel my wetness making it easy for him to glide in and out of me so easy.
He was sparing me and his dick was too big for me to handle.
I released my ankle and craned my neck to look back at him.
To get him to ease up, I put my hand on his six pack, but he grabbed hit and held it there, so I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do shit but take it.
“Whatchu’ doin’?” He grunted, thrusting into harder. “You runnin’ Juicy?” You can’t take this dick?”
“Noooooo,” I whimpered, making eye contact with him. “I’m not running,” I lied.
“You tryna’ keep this good pussy away from me? You tellin’ me you can’t take this dick? I know how much dick you can take! Fuck is wrong wit’ you!” He frowned, still stroking me.
Every time he moved, his muscled flexed in. The water from the shower swarmed down his body, making the beads of water visible between the ridges of his six pack.
“Ooooooh Romelooooo,” I gasped.
“I love fucking you Juicy. I fuckin’ love this shit!” He moaned then slowed up his strokes.
I was trapped between heaven and hell. I didn’t know where I’d rather be.
I was trapped in the rapture of his love with lusty seeping through the cracks.
Though I felt safe in both realms, I didn’t want to have to decide anymore.
I know where I wanted to be and if Romelo wasn’t apart of that, then it didn’t matter.
In a matter of minutes he tapped out, releasing an animalistic roar that could’ve waken up the whole beach house, mainly Trecee.
One final stroke, he slammed into me. We were stuck like glue, but his nut filling me triggered my own orgasm.
My whole body began to shake, as I fought the urge not to fall again.
We stayed still for a long moment, both if us, breathing hard, the water still cascading from the shower head. My heart was thumping loudly from ther back to back orgasm that rippled through me. I was spent.
Finally, he pulled out. He gained the strength to do so, because I heard hum muttering something about not wanting to.
His nut started to leak out of me, mixing the water and running down my thighs.
Our eyes never left each other’s. I was lost in a daze—looking at him like he was holding a clock—hypnotizing me.
“Let me wash you up.”
He released my arm and helped me adjust my posture as if I was a baby learning how to walk.
Delicately he washed me up. He treated my pussy so fragile.
It was sore too, still thumping from the aftereffects of his big dick.
His hands kneaded over my body, making me become relaxed.
For good measure he kissed my pussy, because I flinched when he washed it.
All while kissing my body and whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
I was getting to use to be in a universe where only we existed, then thoughts of Trecee came flooding into my mind, making my mood grow somber.