by Mia Madison
“You have the most enticing bead of sweat, running down your tits.” He leaned forward and licked it up. He groaned, guttural and rough. “Sweet as shit for real, baby.”
“Baaaaabe…” I grasped his arms, thick caramel and muscular, my head leaning back in full receipt of his oral caress. This was so primal it couldn’t be premeditated, and the raw passion in the moment turned me completely out. “I need a shower.”
“Fuck your shower,” he said. “I’ll tongue bathe your ass.”
Nick growled and peeled down the front of my tank top, exposing my breasts. They were upright and perky, braless thanks to a light breast lift I’d gotten done. The nipples were erect and screaming for his attention. His tongue leaned out and licked one, causing my knees to buckle. Instead of letting me fall, Nick scooped me up with both hands, his lips fully latched onto my breast, and carried me to the back.
Nick had never been to my place, but he expertly guided us to back where my bedroom was, almost missing the opportunity to flick on the light.
“You’ve been here before?” I asked, jokingly.
“Maybe when you weren’t home,” he replied. “I stole some of your panties.” He resumed sucking my nipple, but I snickered at his silliness.
“You’re crazy,” I said, moaning again.
“Only for you… and this wet pussy I’m about to bust open.”
He lay me on the bed, and rolled my tank top up. I really wanted to cool off, but he wasn’t having it.
“I’m marking my territory, and while you’ve been packing all day, you barely broke a sweat,” he said. “I love the scent you’re giving off. That pussy smells sweet as hell.”
“Fuck,” I hissed. I was getting wetter and wetter by the moment, and didn’t know how long it would be before I flooded. Nick would make me cum before I even got to feel a stroke of his thick dick.
Nick continued to peel my clothes off. He pulled down my pants, so my pussy was on display.
“No panties? You just knew you were giving me this pussy, huh?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. His thick, pink tongue snaked from between his lips and slid up mine, giving my cunt a kiss that made me fall apart.
I arched my back against my bed. Nick locked my thighs in his arms and pushed his sexy face in further. He devoured me, lick by lick. I’m sure his face was coated with my juices, but I couldn’t confirm. All I could see were his shiny black curls as he shook his head, ordering me to stay still.
“Stop fighting and spread them lips so I can eat that sweet cat,” he growled, animalistic and commanding.
Pleasure raked my body as he gripped me in his arms and snaked his tongue all over my pussy lips and clit. I could feel the magic of his touch flow from my core and spread over my body until I was covered with goosebumps.
Nick bit, nipped, nibbled, and dragged his teeth along my inner thighs, slapping and gripping me as I surrendered to him. God, he was nasty.
With each moment that passed, I developed a sense of dissonance. I lost track of time and sensibility, and moaned wildly. My pussy was the center of the universe, and it was focused completely on Nick’s juicy lips, which made love to me as if he were eating his last meal before the electric chair.
My breath deepened and my chest heaved, uninhibited moans escaping my body as I felt my first orgasm come to the surface.
“Shit! Nick… fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…”
“Well, come on then,” he said. “I ain’t moving.”
I reached down and grabbed the back of his head, using my other hand to caress my nipples. “Goddamn, daddy, eat this pussy then.”
“Fuck, yes. I love when you call me daddy,” he growled. “Say that shit again.”
I closed my eyes and rode the wave of bliss Nick provided. As I melted, oozing every drop of my sex into his mouth, he responded by hungrily slurping and eating nearly every ounce of my climax. I could feel the excess of my wetness slip down between my ass crack, and he brought his tongue down there and slowly, precisely licked me clean there too.
Nick pulled his lips away and climbed up to meet me. He hovered over me and we gazed at each other, eye to eye. His chin was sopping wet, soaked with my juices. I gave him a smirk of amusement.
“Did you enjoy your meal?”
“I don’t know, baby. How about you go ahead and tell me how it tastes?”
He kissed me, sticking his tongue in my mouth and swirling it around. His kiss was heavy, urgent with need, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.
I moaned as the flavor of my ecstasy filled my mouth. Nothing turned me on like tasting myself off the lips of my lover, especially one like Nick, who seemed insatiable.
I pulled his tank off, revealing a perfect twelve-pack to feel on. He didn’t have any tattoos on his chest, which kind of surprised me, considering the sleeves he had on his arms.
“Your body is so perfect, babe,” I whispered, admiring the gorgeousness he was built with. “You’re fucking solid.”
“Mmm, you ain’t felt solid yet, love.” He smiled, and fumbled below with one hand. He nodded his chin down, his way of instructing me to feel his cock.
“SHIT!” I gasped. “Coño. Your dick is fucking huge, daddy.”
My eyes widened in disbelief when I felt it. I’d felt its hardness when I lap danced on him the other night, and whenever he pressed himself against me from behind and smooshed that thick, black cock between my soft cheeks. But in my hand for the first time, I was actually scared. That big, black cock… was a true big, black cock.
“You okay?” he said, in response to the way my eyes widened with shock. I was rendered speechless, but managed to utter how big it was—again.
“The better to fuck you with, my dear.” His eyes were low and hazy with lust.
“I don’t know, papi.” I looked at it, thick and veiny. “That’s a lot of inches.”
“Eleven, if we’re counting,” he confirmed, nodding in acknowledgement. I gasped in horror. I don’t think I’d ever felt anything that large. He kissed me and reassured, “Baby, I know how to use it. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
I said nothing, just held him in awe, my hand slowly caressing him up and down. His hand slid down my body and a sturdy finger swirled in my honeypot.
After all the shit I talked, there was no way I could actually take this man and front like this wouldn’t happen. He was ready, and I was too. I was just… intimidated.
“Damn, you’re nice and wet. Let me work my way in slowly. Or,” he stopped and looked at me, “I can lay back and you can get on top and ease your way down. I’ll let you control the pace.” I remained silent and he teased, “Let me find out you talked all that shit and can’t take it.” He adjusted to lay next to me on the bed. He stroked up and down his dick, and my mouth watered. That big, black, beautiful staff looked majestic and even colored. I couldn’t take it, and reached for it. He tilted it away from me. “Nah, baby. You have two options. Suck it or ride it.”
I wasn’t ready to choke, so I sat up and boldly straddled him. My eyes locked with his and I threw him a look of vulnerability.
“Okay, fine,” I confessed. “This is a lot to handle. I’m a little scared.”
His deviant look softened. “Trust me, just take control. I’ll lay back and coach you, so you don’t have to worry about taking too much at once.” He pulled me down to murmur in my ear. “Dilayla, I know your thick ass can handle me. You just need to relax. I don’t want to do anything but make you moan my name. I just want to feel you clamp around my dick with those tight walls, squeezing and crying my name while I make you cum like no other man ever has.”
I thought I was hot and wet before? Child, please! I was sopping. He could’ve soaked me up with a biscuit.
My lips met Nick’s in earnest affection. I explored his mouth passionately, letting our tongues tango before I pulled away. My hands raked down his sexy chest, rubbed all over his twelve-pack.
We made eye contact while I slowly rose up to
rub his cock against my folds. His eyes narrowed from the sweet torture. He bit his lip and groaned, grabbing fistfuls of the pillows. “Baby, please don’t do me like that.”
“Okay, daddy,” I whispered. “I won’t.”
I lifted one leg just enough to give him direct access to my body. With a firm grip, I slowly eased down on his shaft.
Nick was all man—hard, thick, and flawless. The wide, bulbous head of his cock slid between my lips, spreading apart my walls with sensational friction that made me coo in response. I hissed and tossed my head back, my nipples hardening as I realized, “Gosh damn, papi, this shit feels so perfect.”
My eyes were closed, but I could feel his eyes caress my body. A strong hand embraced my breast and traveled to my hips, holding tenderly. “Just ease up and down. Make yourself comfortable.”
With every rock back and forth, up and down, I allowed myself the exquisite experience of Nick deep inside me. Before long, I was pistoning at my own pace.
“Damn, baby… I’m all the way inside you. You see that?” Nick said. His eyes looked at me admirably. “I told you, you could take it.”
I giggled and licked my lips in response. “Yeah, I told you—Dilayla ain’t no punk.”
“Nope,” he agreed. “Dilayla is sexy, enticing, seductive… enchanting…” He groaned and tossed his head back as I rotated my hips. “… And she knows how to ride dick like a pro.”
Nick’s hands firmly gripped my hips, just enough to hold on while I continued to take control. I appreciated how carefully he made sure to indicate I had full control over the experience.
"You’ve got pretty tits,” Nick confessed. “Your nipples are gorgeous. I’ve been licking my lips at these pretty titties all day.”
“Oh?” I scooped my full D-cups and jiggled them as I swiveled my hips. “Have you?” He responded by groaning, and then sat up.
“Baby, lay down…” He positioned himself between my legs. “You’ve nice and wet, but I know we can do better.”
Nick kissed me tenderly, and his tongue passionately probed its way between my lips to meet mine. My heart leapt as I felt him slap his dick on my clit, spanking it until I was nice and engorged.
Nick’s kisses spread from my face to all over my lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, kissing my nose, chin, eyelids, and cheek. “You have no idea how much of a treat it is for me to have you like this.”
His sweet words almost made my wet, sensitive body burst into flames. Brian never said anything this lovely to me. He was always focused on himself, his pleasure, and he seemed to prefer doggy more and more instead of anything that allowed me to look him in the face.
I knew then and there that no matter what, Brian and I were truly fucking done. We hadn’t been involved since I met Nick, and I couldn’t tell where Nick and I were going, but I knew Brian no longer had access to me.
Nick reawakened the carnal desires inside me when he pushed through. Lying on my back, the pleasure was even greater because friction swelled my walls, creating a tighter fit. My head tossed back as a cry of sexual relief escaped my tingling lips.
“Fuck, baby, why you gotta look so good while you taking this dick?” Nick said. “You’re gonna make me nut all in you… give you a baby.”
I shot him a look like he was crazy, even through the ecstatic contortions of my face. “You crazy… I don’t do ‘baby mama.’”
“I know,” he said. “I’ll marry your ass. I don’t want anyone seeing these gorgeous fuck faces you make. You won’t want anyone else inside you anyway. Matter of fact, I’m just putting it out there,” Nick declared. “You’re mine. I don’t give a fuck about that other guy calling you and sniffing around you. I know he’s not getting any because he’s acting crazy, and you’ve only been around me.”
I gasped from his boldness, turned on by the way he claimed me for himself, without even asking me—just telling me it was his.
And of course, it was. There wouldn’t be any argument from me. My heart was so scared, but so open… and my body had completely surrendered to him. My nails grabbed desperately at his chiseled arms. I held on for dear life and I screamed his name and my lower body quaked from the orgasm that ripped through me.
Nick held me as I cried out, writhed and bucked beneath him. A sense of delirious calm washed over me. I lost track of time with him inside me. He leaned down to kiss me, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear, when, without warning, another orgasm pummeled from within.
“Let me keep you, mami. Say it’s mine, and let’s stop the games,” he urged, his voice low and serious. My walls swelled around him, and I could hear the blood pound through my chest when he repeated himself.
“Mami, say it’s mine.”
I fought against telling him it was, giving him the truth he needed to hear. I didn’t want to surrender my heart so easily. It had belonged to someone else for so long, and I still got hurt. How could I trust him—and in the middle of sex, at that?
But the way he groaned, cupped my face with his hand, and demanded, “Look at me,” changed everything. When our eyes locked, I felt something vulnerable from within him reach into my soul and pierce the hardest, most resistant piece of me.
I want you, his eyes said. All of you. I don’t want to share. I don’t want to play games. I want all of you.
I felt the tears come to my eyes as he smashed those full lips into me, and groaned into the kiss.
I shattered. My entire body exploded. And I confessed, “It’s yours.”
“Ah, fuck,” Nick groaned. I felt his dick swell even harder. “Can I keep it?”
“What?”
“Can I keep you?”
“Yes…” There wasn’t any use in fighting anymore.
My words overwhelmed him with passion. Nick kissed my neck as he shoved my thighs apart. He thrust with erotic jealousy and possession, each searing thrust kidnapping my pussy with pleasure as he growled, “I’m fucking my name all into this pussy.”
My eyes rolled in the back of my head. He already had, he just didn’t know it. My hands reached up for Nick’s chest and stomach, fingering those washboard abs as he kept my legs apart, pounding and pounding away at me until he tossed his head back, bared his teeth and roared.
“FUCK!”
Hot pulses of cum released inside of me. Nick slowed his thrusts to a stop as he nutted, but he pulled out just enough to hit my G-spot. I thought I was completely spent, that I couldn’t take anymore, but he circled the huge head back and forth over its speed-bump rigidity, hissing with delight as he coaxed it to maximum sensitivity. I bit my lip, lost control of my eyes as they rolled all over and squirted all over the bed.
“That’s right,” he said. “That’s my super soaker pussy right there.” He lowered himself between my legs and lapped up the juices. I wanted to kick him away but at this point, my entire body dissolved into gelatin. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I simply whimpered in weak, submissive protest, clearly aware that I was completely under his control.
Deep tranquility washed over me. My eyes lulled, and I felt myself melting into the bed. Nick’s bodyweight caused the bed to lighten as he stepped off. I could hear him walk into the bathroom and turn on the sink water. Moments later, I heard the water cut off. His body heat washed over me as he wiped the hot washcloth over my nether regions in touching intimacy. I heard the steps move further and further away, into the kitchen.
He returned. “Here, baby, have some water.”
“I can’t even move,” I whined.
He laughed as he eased onto the bed next to me. “I told you I would wear you out.”
“Mmph.”
He chuckled and turned out the light, allowing me to fall asleep with his arms wrapped around me.
“Good night, love.”
Nick
I woke spent, pleasured, with Dilayla in my arms. We spooned last night, but this morning she was actually turned and facing me.
Her bare-faced beauty and slumbering innocence was
adorable. I took my time to look at her. Her hair was wild, loose from the fucking we had.
Baby girl put it on me. She didn’t even know how tight, wet, and perfect that waxed little pussy felt grinding up and down on my cock. And when I came deep inside her?
Shit, if she wasn’t pregnant, something was wrong with my sperm count.
I chuckled to myself, accidentally rousing her from her sleep. “Hm?” she groaned.
“Good morning, mami,” I said, planting a kiss on her forehead. She scrunched her nose.
“Your morning breath.”
“Pussy and pizza without a toothbrush will do that to you,” I countered. I pressed another kiss on her. “Your breath ain’t that beautiful either.”
I was lying. It wasn’t the sweetest, but it was still welcome in my eyes. Waking up next to her was worth that mini sacrifice.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Hard,” she confessed. “I had crazy-ass dreams.”
“Do tell,” I wanted to know.
“I had this ill dream we were at King of Diamonds. We went to VIP and made out while girls danced for us.”
“No fucking?”
“Hmmm… these are my dreams, not yours.” She yawned before coyly adding, “Yes. There was fucking.”
“Was I good?”
“I was amazing.” A serene, satisfied smile filled her face as she closed her eyes and lay there in silence.
I thought about the way she got excited at the bachelor party, and this dream she had. There was no jealous bone in her body when it came to women.
“Are you into girls?” I had to ask.
“I am… I like to play with them, that’s about it.” She shrugged. “Why?”
“Just wondering. You seemed really into the strippers, and I don’t know women who have wild dreams like yours.”
“I mean, it’s not like I have to have a woman. I’m just not afraid to explore and play a little,” she admitted.
The idea of playing with Dilayla and another woman seemed sexy, but the truth was… that ass was mine. That ass, that pussy, those lips, those thighs. It was all mine.