by Sephiri J
“You like this?” he asked seductively and began to message her clit while stroking her gently at the same time.
The sound of her humid sex in connection with his dick made a slippery, succulent, smacking sound. If passion was a song, this would be its perfect melody.
“Okay, I want you to arch your back and lean down so I can go a little deeper. It ain’t going to hurt that much,” he lustfully persuaded.
Star hesitated, doubting his words, but then obeyed his command. She felt him reach out for something and jerked in surprise when something sharp, metallic, and hard clamped down on her nipple.
“Relax,” he told her. Trying to follow his instructions, she bit her bottom lip when he snapped another clamp over her other nipple.
Hissing through his teeth, he went deeper inside her, and she cried out as she felt her body open up to him. He pushed down on her back, increasing her arch, and just when Star thought she was going to break under the pressure, he reached down and snatched at one of the clamps.
“Fuuuuck!” she winced in pain at the excruciating feeling. She was surprised when her pussy tingled. She felt warm liquid gush out from her, coating Polo’s dick as he continued to probe her insides.
As if on cue, J. Cole’s voice thumped out of the surround sound speakers in the living room.
I can’t get enough, can’t get enough. I need that.
I can't get enough, can't get enough. I need that.
I can’t get enough of what you got.
Good, God, you hit the spot.
Tried to let go but I just could not.
So, don’t you stop. I need that.
“Work that pussy,” Polo coaxed, slapping her hard on her ass.
Grinding hard against him as he snapped at the clamps, sending shudders of painful pleasure down her spine, Star cursed God and called for mercy from Jesus with profane epithets that she’d be ashamed for any pastor to hear her say. Polo had her dickmatized, and her sex had him obsessed. She didn’t know it, but he was addicted to her and had an insatiable desire for her body.
“You give my pussy to another nigga, and you’re dead,” he gritted through his teeth as he stroked her. It wasn’t a sweet nothing of love or lust; he meant every bit of it.
Like a massive locomotive, rhythmic in motion, Polo thrust deeper inside—so deep that it seemed like she could feel him in her chest cavity, pounding away and digging her out as her ample breasts bounced high in defiance of gravity. Her ass bounced just the same as he forcefully bent her down even further.
Star looked between her legs and caught a sight that served as the perfect aphrodisiac. His balls, large as life, were banging against her as he entered. Noticing that she was enjoying the visual of their sweet connection, Polo decided to give her more to see. Moving his hand, he used two fingers and began to massage her clitoris, while fucking her hard. Star couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Ohh, shit. Fuuuck!”
Instantly, her body went into convulsions, like she was having a seizure. Her legs would have collapsed if it wasn’t for the fact that Polo was holding her in a lover’s lasso.
“Oh, God… Polo, I’m coming!”
Like a volcano, she erupted. Her pussy began to gush and squirt like a faucet turned up high as her juices sprayed the room.
That’s some sexy shit, Polo thought as he watched.
Captivated, Polo was nearly bugging out as he watched her shiver and shake like an old 64 Chevy. At the same time, it turned him on. He had never had a chick who could squirt in all his life. Seeing the way that she came so hard for him was the biggest ego boost. He couldn’t imagine allowing her to do this shit for another. He’d die first… and she would, too.
In a sexual frenzy he shoved her hard on the couch and released her leg, keeping her ass high in the air. Leaning forward, he began to hungrily suckle her sweet pussy from the back, lapping up her juices like it was a treasured elixir. Star winced; her pussy was so sensitive. Her pink clit was engorged, and he had her damn near climbing the walls with his tongue game. At one point, she wrestled with his head, trying to pull him away. The sensation was that unbearable.
Finally, he pulled away, his face covered with her juices. She turned around and looked at him. Moments passed as they stared deep into each other, breathing hard like a prized fighter who had gone the distance. They both smirked then Star glanced down at his dick.
He hadn’t climaxed. He was still hard, long, and massive in his strength. She couldn’t help herself; she grabbed it, snatched the condom off, and then squeezed it gently. Polo furrowed his brow with a slight wince and then licked his lubricious lips in anticipation of what she had planned. He could still taste her on his lips.
“I know you can’t go again after all that shit you just squirted. I ain’t never seen a chick do that shit… you fucked up a nigga’s carpet and couch,” he joked. “Shit, you even fucked up my head with that shit!”
Observing her from head to toe, he stared at her body, mystified, appreciating the magnificent specimen that she was.
Star’s high was magnificent and made her into his little freak. She smiled and flicked her tongue teasingly over the top of his head as she stared into his eyes. His face dropped into a serious expression, totally focused and overcome by his lust. He reached out and tugged the clamp hugging her erect nipple, causing her to wiggle. If Fahrenheit was sex, they would have both burst in flames.
Reaching out, he pressed down on her shoulders and forced her down until she was face-to-face with his manhood. Subserviently, she diligently obliged, wanting to tease him with her tongue… feel him from the skin of her soft lips all the way down to the back of her deep throat.
He grabbed a handful of her hair weave and shoved his dick in her mouth, going so deep that her eyes moistened with tears as she fought to not choke. Polo was unmerciful, but Star had learned to love every bit of his carnal lovemaking. Suppressing her gag reflex, she sucked his dick like a starved slave, even as he continued jamming it between her jaws, forcing himself down her throat. Polo’s loving-making was brutal at times.
He feverishly fucked her mouth like she was a porn-star, and Star struggled to keep up, hoping he didn’t realize her struggle. That hope flew out the window when he suddenly stopped. His entire expression had changed. He stood above her wearing a grimace that resembled the face people made when they had a toothache. Pulling her head back, he growled at her, disciplining as if she were a child.
“Watch them muthafuckin’ teeth, bae! Damn, you bout to ’decapitate a nigga’s dick head. Go slow, suck hard, and keep that shit wet. You do this right, and you ain’t gotta worry about me ever bringin’ in another bitch. You feel me?”
Her eyes stretched wide, and she nodded. The last thing she wanted to do was make Polo have to go to someone else to get what she couldn’t provide. If she couldn’t please him sexually like he wanted, what good was she? Any bitch in the hood could ride around town and collect money from his trap spots. She tried to keep her lips from quivering as she listened intently to him.
“Now, when I bust this nut, I want you to catch it in your mouth. All of it. Then suck that shit up like a vacuum, mouth closed tight. Okay?”
Star obediently nodded her head. Hesitant at first, she reached out and stroked his dick vigorously then spit on it and massaged it with her hands. Serving him with long, deep passionate strokes, she couldn’t help but notice when his neck snapped back like whiplash with each stroke. She saw his face twitch and heard him make some type of bestial, crude sound.
She licked the rim of the head, making his toes curl. The taut, ripped muscles in his six-pack coiled as they contracted, glistening with their sweat as well as the sweet juice from her body. He was primed and ready.
Star took him back in her mouth, only this time she got down on her knees. His obsession would be her advantage; if he wanted her to be a slave for him, that’s exactly what she’d be. He eased his dick down her throat, nearly sucking the wind from her lungs. Not
only did she manage not to gag, she was able to keep up with each powerful thrust, keeping her mouth tight and her throat long just as he’d instructed. Looking up, she saw the expression on his face, twisted up with euphoria, as his enormous dick slithered like a black serpent even deeper down her throat.
“Got-muthafuckin-shit-damn! You can suck a dick, ma. Shiiiiitt!”
He emptied into her, and she sucked hard, swallowing simultaneously until she’d drained every bit of him. Feeling victorious, Star pulled her mouth from him, leaving a dribble of salacious slob dangling from his pulsating limb. He was still rock hard.
“Damn,” he admonished with a teasing smile. “You can work a fuckin’ miracle once you pull back them piranha teeth.”
The heat of embarrassment singed her cheeks. “Whatever, nigga,” she shot back, rolling her eyes as she smiled back at him.
Reaching out, she pressed her index finger hard against his throbbing pole and then let go, watching in awe when it bounced back at her as if it were attached to springs.
“My shit still hard as fuck,” Polo mumbled as he grabbed it in his hands.
Star lifted one brow and glanced up at him, still sitting on her knees with her round ass poised against the heels of her feet. She pressed her finger into it again, and Polo groaned with a coy smirk.
“I already fucked up the carpet, couch, and your head,” she began, sliding her tongue over her teeth as she teased him. “You want me to fuck up your bed?”
He paused for a minute, looking through the large floor-to-ceiling windows that surrounded them. Polo loved having sex in his living room and bedroom for a reason: Both spaces were completely enclosed by windows. To him, there was nothing more treasured than good pussy and power. Fucking Star on top of one of his bear-skin rugs with the skyline of his city surrounding them allowed him to experience both.
But as he looked down into her eyes, he realized that for the first time in his life, he was willing to put another person’s pleasure above his own. He wanted to please her, and he had no issues with fulfilling her simple request.
“You ain’t gotta ask a nigga twice,” Polo cracked and suddenly scooped her up into his arms, catching her off-guard. Like a groom did a bride on her wedding day, he cradled her in his arms as he carried her up the stairs while pressing his lips passionately against hers.
They made out like lovesick teenagers the entire way up the stairs and enjoyed each other’s bodies all night. With emotions stirring inside of him that he couldn’t explain, Polo made passionate love to Star like she was the only woman in the world that he could ever love.