Page 7 of Good As Hell

“I’ve longed to touch you,” he whispers, his hard body pressing against mine as he caresses my breasts. Long tapered fingers caress my nipples, pinching them into points of pleasure.

“Ahh,” I gasp, that piercing sensation slicing through me. No one has ever touched my nipples like this. I bypass them when I seek to satisfy myself. Heat settles low in my belly as he continues to manipulate me. I come to my tiptoes, arching into his touch.

“Delicious, jameela.” Murmuring words of praise he presses his heavy dick between my bottom cheeks. Slowly gliding between them, he causes more heady sensations to spiral through me.

“Damn, I love that your ass is real,” he chuckles.

“You thought it was fake?” I give him a mean look over my shoulder.

He slides his dick in an upward motion that has my jaw dropping when I see his massive length emerging.

“Not anymore,” he murmurs, smacking my cheeks, watching them jiggle and shake.

“Damn, lil’mama,” he mutters, smacking it a few more times. We both watch as come spills from the head of his dick painting my ass.

Swiping the essence from the tip, he reaches forward, pressing the gooey drop between my lips. The tangy sweetness is novel to me. Wrapping my lips around his finger, I close my eyes. A little whimper escapes me. I open my eyes to see him eating me up visually.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Lyric.” Grabbing me by the neck, he drags me closer to take my lips. He plunges his tongueinto my mouth, dominating every inch he comes into contact with. He makes me take his tongue. Then devours mine in return, spearing inside with an aggressive lashing. I’ve never been kissed like this. No matter how sweet or nasty they’ve been before, none compare to the way this man seeks to own me. He takes my mouth with a sensual onslaught that has me whimpering, damn near begging to be ruined.

“Fuck,” he growls, backing me into the glass wall.

My back is still to him. His dick is pressed between us. An insistent reminder of what is to come.

Releasing my mouth on a growl, he trails a path to my ear where he sucks my lobe and swirls inside, making my knees nearly buckle. His arms snakes around my waist, keeping me upright as he sucks the flesh of my neck into his mouth. The twinge of pain is barely noticed as he marks me as his. But just this one night, I remind myself.

Turning me so that my back is pressed to the glass, he cups and sucks my breasts. He devours them like it’s his last meal and he’s been starved.

Spearing my fingers into the lux curls of his hair, I hold him there, loving the way he lavishes my titties with attention. They are so sensitive from his earlier attention that I’m on my toes, trying to get every suck and nip of his cruel mouth. He sucks them together before pulling back.

“I’m going to fuck these pretty motherfuckers.” He dives back in, covering as much as of one into his mouth, sucking, before letting it pop free before giving the same attention to the other.

Dipping down, he sucks the flesh beneath each, leaving passion marks beneath.

“Giving me something to remember?” My voice sounds foreign to my ears — thready; like I’ve been yearning just for him. My heart catches with the wild smile he gives me in return before he sucks and nibbles a trail down my belly. No amountof exercise has flattened it. But you can’t outrun diet and as long as I can do my choreography I don’t let being curvy bother me, I embrace it. I love how I look. I know better than anyone how many men love my fatness. Case in point the prince that’s kneeling between thighs my right now.

My heart threatens to beat out of my chest as I watch Hassan begin to worship my pussy. Green eyes meet mine as he takes his first taste. I don’t move, don’t breathe as his tongue appears, and he takes a long, lascivious lick. Diving between my lips, he strokes my clit. His tongue swirls around it, lapping at my bud like I’m his best meal. Like he’s been deprived of me. I can’t help but think this is how it should be.

“Ohmygoodness.” Grasping his thick curls, I don’t know if I want to pull him closer or push him away. My flesh is so sensitive. He’s not giving me any mercy, he’s relentless in his attentions. Yet, he never seemed like a merciful motherfucker.

Trying to open my trembling legs to give him better access, I whisper my need, “More, Hassan, please, I need more.”

He presses a soft kiss on my mound. “I like how you ask so prettily.”

Taking my thigh over his shoulder, he buries his head deep. “I’m going to give you want you need.” Lashing my entrance with deep strokes of his tongue, he makes me shudder.

“Fuccck,” Groaning, I arch into the tongue fucking he’s giving me.

“Exactly,” he says against my aching flesh before he gives me the tongue lashing of my life. I press my body back, canting my hips into the rhythm he rings from me.

I ride his tongue. Reaching for the promise of his offering. I’m so close. Grinding against his mouth, I use him mercilessly. He slips a finger inside, pressing deep as he flicks my clit in tandem. Beat, beat, beating against my turgid little bud in a cadence all his own making.

His name is a prayer, cry and curse on my lips as the orgasm he gives me sends me over the edge. My body shakes and spasms as my essence spills from me. He pulls back, watching me as I start coming down, shaking his head in wonder, biting his bottom lip as he keeps pressing. Keeps finger fucking, then dives back in. Soon I’m in knots, coming again for him.

“Fuck yeah, jameela,” he praises as I shatter again for him.

Easing his fingers out, he sucks one clean. Rising, dick sprung hard between us as he presses his slick middle finger into my mouth, making me taste myself. My eyes widen. Never have I done anything like this.

After a moment, I suck my essence off his fingers. He leans in, taking it from my tongue.

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