Page 19 of Nuttin for Christmas

“‘Mmm hmmm.” I hummed. I was trying to figure out which way he liked getting sucked.

When I stayed on the tip, twirling my tongue over his slit, Cordaé flinched.

“Yea, baby. Just like that.”

Slowly trailing my eyes up to his chest and then to his eyes, I watched him. I loved to see how I made a man react with my mouth. It turned me on.

Cordaé had his eyes closed and his bottom lip locked underneath his top teeth.

Raking my hair into a ponytail, I placed his hand on my head. Popping his eyes open, he took my hair into his hand, directing me to stay on the top. He looked so sexy with his eyebrows dipped in and his mouth slightly open.

“You gon’ make me nut in your mouth,” he said as I sucked and licked. “You gon’ let me cum like this, baby?” He moaned. “Huh?”

“Mmm hmm.” I agreed.

“Keep suckin’ it like that.”

His hand pushed on my head, stopping just below the tip.

“I don’t think I can hold it any longer, Aisha.”

I loved the way he said my name and how nasty I made him feel.

“You gon’ drink my eggnog?”

My pussy was instantly wet.

“Here it comes,” he said tightening his grip on my hair with both hands. “Swallow my nut,” he growled as he shot his seeds in my mouth.

His stomach caved as he jerked and thrusted his dick in my mouth. He forced his entire length and width all the way down my throat, seating his dick in my neck for several seconds. Then he pulled back out, dropping my head back down until my nose met his pelvis. He did the same movement over and over again until his dick started to shrink.

“Damn,” he reached down pulling me up and placing his lips on mine.

He stuck his tongue in my mouth, tasting what was left of him, that I didn’t digest.

“I ain’t never ate no pussy but I can learn,” he flipped me onto my back. His hands were strong and I loved how aggressive he felt.

Spreading my legs, I opened my lips.

“Lick it right here.”

Laying flat on his stomach, Cordaé stuck his tongue out and in between my pussy lips.

“You feel that little bud?” He nodded. “Lick there.”

Finding a rhythm, he licked my clit.

“Like that?” He paused to ask.

“Yea.” I laid there.

“Okay,” he found my clit again.

Pulling my legs into a birthing position, I closed my eyes, letting him make me feel good. When he picked up his speed, flicking my clit and rotating his tongue over it, I bucked against his mouth.

“Fuck, Cordy,” I whined.

“My bad, baby.” He removed his mouth, separating my lips more.

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