Page 13 of Smoke N' Stroke

It was hot all of a sudden so I kicked away the comforter so he could move in between my hips and enter me bringing a sound of deep approval up from his chest. His rumble made me slip two fingers inside of me and gently yank them up and down, bringing contact with my clit before dipping back deeper into my gushing pussy. The tension built inside my body and coiled when thoughts of my thighs wrapped tightly around his waist surfaced combined with the sound of wetness sloshing with each finger pump, entered into the vision. His thrusts inside of me came hard and fast after that, driving me crazy, bringing me to the brink ofmadness as his dick hit every wall of my tight imagination. I used my feet to press into his back and pull my hips back and forth into his pumps forcing a loud growl from his throat that vibrated throughout my entire body. It was perfect. So perfect my body started to tighten, and my mouth formed an O. I struggled to keep my moans to myself because I was caught up in a torrential storm, and my body, long denied, was begging to release all the pent-up tension. Before I knew it, the wave of passion and pleasure exploded at my fingertips and my throat released a wail of relief as my body convulsed on top of the sheets.

“Nala!”

Before I could comprehend what was happening, a naked Zaire with a fat meaty dick nearly broke the door off the hinges in his attempt to get to me. He was standing over me before I could pull my covers up over my exposed breasts. And even worse my hand still in between my lips. I could see the moment it dawned on him what he had stumbled upon.

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ZAIRE

Even in the shadows of darkness, I could make out how delectable her nude body was. Everything about her was perfect for me. Round lush breasts fell to the sides of her chest, dark brown areolas puckered and ready for loving. Her thick legs lay open revealing her hand still impaling the place I belonged, not her.

“This really shouldn’t be happening,” I heard myself say though I didn’t mean it. This was supposed to happen. It had to happen, or I’ddie.

I felt the towel I attempted to cover myself with on the way into her room, fall to the floor and I watched her eyes follow the fabric before settling on my groin. My dick hardened under her gaze before she captured me with her sultry stare.

“Hasn’t this been what you wanted,” she taunted me. My dick jumped with excitement.

“Maybe. But not this way. Not like this Nala.”

I kept trying to find a way for her to back off so she couldn’t say I didn’t give her a chance. Besides, at this point, she would have to beg me for this dick. I wasn’t going to be the one to tell her, because showing her would make it clear, this was Prime dick, not the regular kind. Stop fucking around with me. But she held the upper hand. Didn’t women realize their power? But… obviously, she did because she sighed and arched her back off the bed, before taking her hand out of her pussy and petting it like it washercat and not mine. She better stop playing patty cake with my meal.

“You’re going to say that while standing there with a hard dick staring down over my naked body, Zaire?” Her eyes traced my chest, my stomach, and down to my wood and stopped there. A moment later she licked her pretty lips before pinning me with a bold stare.

My dick jumped in between us.Fuckkkkk.

“If we do this, I need to know you won’t run.” My voice sounded darker. She was pulling me into her web, and I didn’t care at this point. Wrap me up and devour me.Suck me dry, baby.

“Run in what way?”

“You know how. Don’t run and you can have me.”

I held my breath in the silence. Waiting. Hoping. Needing. Pleading. Praying.

“Touch me.”

I closed my eyes and clenched my fists at my side. I needed full consent.

“Say it.”

Her eyes communicated she understood. She didn’t play with me.

“Yes.”

“Say. It.”

“I want us, I want you. All of you,” she whispered.

“Good girl.” I don’t know why it was I wanted to praise her, but it seemed only appropriate given what she was overcoming by sharing herself with me. I was honored and would show her just how much.

“I was just tested last week, Nala. I have no new partners.” I’d show her my chart with no reservations.

“I haven’t had a partner in a year. I’m clean,” she whispered. Relief washed over me. We could proceed.

I reached for the hand that had been softly lying on her mound and pulled herfingers into my mouth, licking and sucking to her moans. She was sweeter than I remembered. We watched each other as I made sure to get every bit of sticky dew from her fingertips. She moaned her pleasure before reaching for the part of me she tried to ignore. Her gentle but provocative touch was too much at first. I pulled away. The anticipation of having her rushed to the tip of my dick and I felt like I would embarrass myself if I didn’t slow this moment. Her pout forced me to act right though. I knew I had to take care of her, so I focused on making sure she got the full experience of me. When her palm returned, I released her fingers from my mouth and leaned down to let her taste. She leaned up to meet my lips and her moan into my mouth drove me wild.

“I taste good,” she nearly sang.

“Damn good,” I told her.

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