Page 14 of Still Made For You

“Damn that pussy tight. How you gon’ take this dick, and you can’t even handle my fingers? Are you sure you're ready for me to stretch you out?”

“Yes, sir. I can take it,” I purred, arching my back a little more as he assaulted my G-spot.

“What did I say?”

“Don’t cum, but I don’t think I can hold it much longer!” My stomach twisted, so I already knew it would only be a matter of time. He paid me no mind at all. Instead, he surprised me when he dropped to his knees behind me. His big, strong hands spread my ass cheeks apart before I felt his warm tongue on me.

My knees almost gave out from the contact. Only then did he turn it up a notch.

“Oh, oh, shit!” My hands gripped the walls to keep myself from falling as Khalid devoured me. His tongue ventured between both holes, and I swear I started seeing stars.

“Yes! Ummm, yes!” My mind was all over the place as I tried to process the pleasure he was delivering to my body. My toes started tingling, so I knew it was almost over for me.

“Permission to cum, sir! Please! I-” I bit down on my lip when he separated both cheeks and licked me from top to bottom.

“Cum on my face, pretty!” My body erupted before he could even finish his words, and I embraced the feeling.

“Ugh! Shit!” my mouth hung out as the orgasm took complete control of my body.

“That’s it, baby. Feed your man.” He gripped and smacked my ass, catching every drop that flowed from my fountain. I thought he’d give me time to recover, but when I felt him pushing inside of me, I almost lost my footing. His arm was curled under my stomach, so he held me up while pumping into me.

“Naw, you said you wanted to feel me, so you got to stay right here.” The only thing that could be heard was the music, water, and the sound of our skin slapping together. His hand returned to my neck without him breaking his connection to me.

“I’ve been missing you so bad. Damn, this pussy feels so good.”Smack.

“Umm!”Smack. I knew I’d have red handprint marks all over my butt by the time this was over, but I didn’t mind it. Khalid was constantly leaving his mark on me, and it turned me on whenever I saw them.

“Can I go deeper?” My head nodded in response to his question because he was fucking me so good; words eluded me.

Smack!

“Use. Your. Words!” He gritted, choking me hard while increasing the speed of his pumps.

“Yes, sir! Go as deep as you want!” Clearly, I no longer had control over my mind because what on earth would possess me to say some mess like this? Khalid chuckled from behind me, so I knew he was thinking the same thing.

“I ain’t gone do you like that, baby. Throw it back on this dick.” His wish was my command, so I gave him a preview of what his wife used to do at the clubs. Gripping the water spigot below, I popped my ass on his dick. The sensation alone caused me to moan, but when I peered back and saw the satisfied look on my husband’s face, I turned up even more. Bouncing my ass cheeks simultaneously, I fucked him back just like he asked me to.

“Argh, you tryna show out, mama? Huh?”Smack. I moaned with my tongue hanging out of my mouth. I let my husband be in control most of the time, but I got great pleasure knowing I could bring him to his knees with this pussy. He loved that shit, too.

“Keep playing with me, and you’re going to end up pregnant. I’m not pulling out of what belongs to me.” His warning didn’t faze me one bit because I’d gotten on the pill after having Khalil. He could fill me up like a cream donut, and it wouldn’t change a thing.

“Fill me up then, Daddy. Just keep stroking me.” My man’s stamina was out of this world. Prior to him, I never met a man who could nut and keep going. Normally, it was one and done. Not with him. I thought my sex drive was high, but he had me beat. I always tried to make it a competition, even though he usually wins.

“Touch your toes for me. You said I can go as deep as I want, right?” A smirk spread across my face, and I was glad he couldn’t see it.

“Yes, baby. Ooh!” Khalid removed himself from me just to push himself all the way inside of me. He didn’t move right away, which made it even worse. I tried rocking back and forth on him, but he shot me down.

“Don’t move.” My muscles were tightening around him. His long rod filled every inch of me, and I was having muscle spasms trying not to cum on it.

“Baby, please,” I whined while he teased me. I needed him to put me out of my misery.

“What do you need, ma? Whatchu want daddy to do?”

“Make me cum!”

“Say less.” Within three strokes, my legs started shaking.

“Unh! I’m cummin!”

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