Page 24 of Death By Chocolate

The sun has entered the apartment, lighting every nook and corner. Though the room is comfortable, the perspiration cools my skin. The air kisses my nipples, making them bead into hard,aching points. Xeno notices. He starts to stroke his cock, behind his black joggers.

“Open your mouth, ma cherie.” When I hesitate, he pulls out his stiff cock for me to see. Saliva pools in my mouth. My pussy pulses with anticipation. Not waiting for me to obey. Xeno kicks off his Jordans, tears his joggers off, and straddles me on the couch. His long legs cage me in. His cock bobs against my lips. “Open now,” he growls.

Of their own volition, my lips part, and my tongue juts out in greeting, welcoming him to fuck my mouth. Xeno snatches off my wig, tangles his thick fingers in my dense curls, and then shoves his beautiful dick to the back of my throat. My eyes water with the force. I gag. My hands come up, pressing against his thighs. He doesn’t relent.

“Not stopping,” he growls. “Breathe through your nose and take my cock.”

My heart is pounding. Tears run down my face. Relax. I will my body to relax, my throat to relax. Xeno must feel the change. His strokes are rhythmic and deep. He’s feeding me his cock. Fuck, I know I’m drooling. But I don’t care. The sounds he makes. The grunts of pleasure. My pussy is so juicy, eager to be filled.

“That’s my bad girl. Giving good head.”

Dirty talk. I love it. This feels so damn good. I can’t wait for him to stuff my pussy. He must want that too, because his grip on my hair tightens. I moan at the twinge of pain mixed with pleasure. He’s fucking my mouth faster, forcing his dick into my throat. It’s too much, I gag. The sound must’ve spurred him on. He grasps my head in both of his large hands, moving my head to meet his thrusts. The sound of his balls slapping my chin fills the room. I close my eyes, and flashes of light start to blink in my vision. It’s too much, I need… him… I need this… I need air. I feel my body slipping from awareness. Then he’s gone. His cockhovers millimeters from my swollen lips. I gasp, sucking in a huge breath.

“Look at me,” he says, gripping my hair, until I look up at him. “Big breath in,” he says. I try to nod, but his cock is shoved back in my mouth. He’s pumping his hips, faster. His breathing is erratic. Fuck, so is mine.

And I feel his body tense right before to pushes his dick home, his dick hairs tease my nose. He’s about to—I don’t think, I reach and stroke his balls.

The bellow he releases as his cum fills my mouth is poetry to my ears.

“Swallow,” he demands, and I gladly follow orders. Sucking him dry exceeds my wildest fantasies. When Xeno’s flaccid cock slips from my mouth, it’s a paradox of reward and punishment. His groan of satisfaction pulls a smile from me, but I miss his cock inside me, even if I want him between my legs.

“Come here. Give that mouth.” My head is jerked back. I’d forgotten his fingers tangled into my hair until the pull. His mouth descends on mine. He’s sucking my tongue into his mouth. Everything he does to me keeps us connected, like he wants to sample what I eat, taste what I taste, be in this with me. My breasts start to ache, my nipples tingle, and my pussy is drenched in hot honey. Abruptly Xeno breaks the kiss. Before I can process what he’s doing, he scoops me up, depositing me on my knees. The ottoman hits the front of my thighs. He positions himself behind me.

“Bend over, I don’t want to hurt your arm or shoulder.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him reach for his pants. Seconds later I hear the crackle of a foil pack. He’s rolled a condom onto his glistening dick. I’m momentarily mesmerized that his dick is hard again. When he catches me looking, a satisfied smirk spreads across his face. I must be moving too slow. Xeno uses one hand in the center of my back to press myupper body flat onto the cool leather. My joggers are stripped down my leg, and I gasp when two fingers breach my pussy. “Oh, oooo.”

He chuckles. “Your pussy is so soft and sweet. I can’t wait to fuck you raw.”

Xeno shoves my legs apart, spreading me so wide my back arches and my ass is up in the air. I feel the weight of him press against the backs of my thighs. In this position, I can’t move. I’m at his mercy. The moment the reality of his dominance hits me, I feel his thumb push into my ass and he slams his dick into my pussy.

I gasp at the sudden filling of my channel. Oh, I breathe through the invasion, trying to adjust to his size, the force of thrust. He’s sliding in and out of my hungry center, hitting my G-spot till I moan. Twisting my torso, I strain to lift up andease the burn between my legs.

“Don’t,” he presses hard on my back, holding me immobile as he drives his cock higher. He’s moving his finger in and out of my ass, pumping my puckered hole,stretching me, making my body bend to his will. I love it and I hate it. That makes me want to beg for more.

“Xeno, please.” My mind is spiraling. I haven’t had pleasure and pain turn me inside out. I don’t know what I’m asking for. More, much more.

“Please what? Keep fucking you like you gifted me this pussy?”

When I don’t answer, he pumps into me harder. My knee lifting off the ottoman each time he impales me on his hard cock. Sensations bombard me at once. The scent of sex heavy in the air, the sound of our fucking is my new favorite R&B tune. Then one hand lands on my ass cheek, hard. I jolt at the unexpected sting spreading through my bottom.

“Answer me,” he commands.

“Yes,” I moan. “A gift. Don’t stop.”

Xeno shifts, positioning one knee on the ottoman by my right hip. From this angle, he’s plunging deeper into my pussy, stroking g, t, and z-spots. He’s taking my pussy, my ass—this is beyond fucking—he’s taking possession. Unintelligible shit starts tumbling from my lips.

“That’s it. Cream that chocolate on my dick.” Xeno’s thumb leaves my ass. With both his feet on the floor, he grabs both my hips and yanks my pussy onto his cock. “You like that?”

“Yes, yes,” I moan.

Xeno pounds my juicy slit, again and again, his big cock spearing my pussy with abandon. My whimpers and moans only make him fuck me harder, pump his hips faster. He fucks into the ottoman, my face buried in the leather. My pulse starts to pulse. I feel my walls clench around his cock. My legs tremble, my limbs stiffen, and my thighs clamp down.

“Give me my pussy, Dani. Cream that chocolate on my dick.”

I come on a scream; my cum drenches his cock just as he tenses behind me and slams into my heat, roaring his release.

“Oh shit, that was—”

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