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When he asked me if I was ready I didn't even know what to say. YES, yes I was ready, but, I was afraid of how this man made me feel. Was I wrong? All of these questions circled in my head as his other head was asking questions too. But, not the kind with ridiculously deep answers.
The only thing deep, was me. And I knew this was my only chance to do something I thought I'd never do, and not regret it.
Standing before me was a strong, beautifully painted man. I mean, the paint brush used to create this king before me must've been an intricate one. Was I ready? Absolutely. I was going to let whatever happened, happen. I will deal with the consequences later.
The condom slipped on and before he even came any closer, he asked me again...
He bit his lip, shook his head slowly, and looked at my body in an up and down motion, kind of like the motions that were flowing in that shower of his. I could tell he was getting impatient, but not in a weird way. He was just so ready to feel me, and shit, I couldn't blame him. I knew I looked good and even more sure I looked good drenched from the shower water and dripping all over.
I nodded my head slowly as I grabbed my curly hair with both hands biting down on my pretty pink lips. I know he could tell that my body absolutely just surrendered to him in that moment. Because the moment I shook my head, a look of instant gratification flashed across his beautiful face.
The motion of him leaning over on top of me was in slow motion, like a movie.
I could feel the warmth of his body the closer he got.
The closer he got...
the more the chills appeared on my body.
I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up like soldiers ready for war.
I'm so wet that the pleasure juices are dripping down my legs onto his silk bedsheets before he's even made the home run. My body was begging for him... I squirmed as he leaned in closer and what happened next I wasn't expecting....
Instead of fulfilling his pleasures, he wanted to make sure I felt the best I've ever felt in life. As he leaned over me, making me think he was about to give me the monster that was starring back at me, he quickly knelt down on the side of the bed, locked his arms around both of my legs, and pulled me so close to his face so fast as if I was a ragdoll.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I couldn't even process what was taking place.
Before you knew it, I became the meal for once tonight.
His tongue was the softest, stiffest, thing to ever make it's way into my garden. No intercourse I ever had, felt as good as this man's tongue pleasuring me the way he was.
We moaned in unison, because as good as this shit felt, I bet I tasted ten times better. All I could hear was the symphony of sexual pleasure and the smacking sound that's made when something is...
The more he feasted on my juicy fruit cake, the more and more wet I became. This has to be illegal to feel this good.
My toes curled and my legs buckled as I was about to cum for the second time in ten minutes.
I clenched onto his sheets as if it were the last climax I was ever going to have in life. His soft hands gripped my hips and he tightened his grip, as he could feel me pulling away because it felt too good and I knew I was about to explode, yet again.
Cum for daddy, baby girl he said with a mouth full of the best thing he ever put his taste buds on.
Just him saying that, as much as I wanted to hold out, I couldn't help it.
I came harder than I ever have in my life. I bit my lip so hard I could've sworn I bit it clean off. This cannot feel this good. It cant.
Was this even real?
The minute I came, he stood back up, gripped his hands tighter around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He leaned in and kissed me slowly and said....
tastes good, don't it?
He didn't even give me time to answer before he roughly flipped me over....
It was so sensual, but rough at the same time, but not too rough, but not too soft, OH MY GOOOOODNESSSSSSS what was this man doing to me!!??!??!?!
He pulled me closer as I tried to run from the cookie monster. But, Roger was not about to let me get off that easy. Compared to Jaylen? He was the Eifel tower.
Uh uh mama, don't run. I got you, baby girl.
Slow, hard, and rhythmic motions were distributed as he gripped my hair with one hand and my entire bottom half with his other.
His stroke game was one.......in a million.
I moaned so loud I know the neighbors could hear me but I didn't care.
I screamed his name so loud, I couldn't contain my excitement.
F U C K, I said.
This was so good I was about to cry.
Why is this shit so good?!
Another outburst I had that meant to stay a mental thought. But, I was so engulfed in the sexual pleasure that I didn't even realize I said what I said.
Experience, babygirl. Experience, he said in the deepest, sexiest voice I've ever heard in life.
I threw my head down on the bed and tried to keep it together and not climax again. This man was not about to make me cum three times in ten minutes, my pride wouldn't allow it.
So, something came over me and instead of climaxing and giving him that satisfaction, I flipped over as quickly as I could, grabbed him by his shoulders, and threw my body on top of him.
He looked surprised. I knew he was planning on defeating me once again, but, I couldn't let him have it. It was time I showed him what I was made of.
Let me show him, why I was already dressed for the occasion before I even bumped into him in the city.
Now, daddy, are YOU ready? I asked him....
As I began to slip right back onto this chocolate dream... I could hear my phone, vibrating once again on the floor at the other end of the room.
To be continued....