Page 20 of Nuttin for Christmas

“You’re not supposed to stop,” I was serious but joking at the same time.

“Oh. Oops,” he started back as I looked on.

“Use your fingers.”

“What you mean?” He paused.

Leaning up on my elbows with my legs still open, I explained; my orgasm gone.

“So, lick your fingers and put one in each hole.”

I looked on with my bottom lip hidden beneath my top teeth and my eyes low in anticipation.

Inserting his pointer finger in my pussy and the one below it in my ass, my head fell back as he pushed inside of me, simultaneously.

“Like this?” He questioned, moving slowly.

“Yea,” I moaned, enjoying the dual feeling. “Just like that Cordy.”

Hearing only the sounds of my pussy gushing, I heard Cordaé mumble.

“She’s so wet,” he drilled me.

“Lick it my clit, baby,” I told him.

With a finger in my pussy, the other in my ass and his tongue on my clit, my tummy sunk in as I attempted to watch him.

“Ssss,” I hissed. “Oh my gosh,” I withered in pleasure. “You gon’ make me cum.”

This time Cordaé didn’t stop to respond. He just mumbled and kept going.

For ten minutes, I shook and shivered, bucking against his mouth and threatening to cum. Eventually, it was out of my control.

“I’m ’bout to cum,” I hinted, stilling myself in place. “Move your fingers and lick it.”

Feeling the wetness from Cordaé’s hand on my thighs, he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue.

“I’m ‘bout to cum,” I worded. “Don’t stop lickin’,” I busted in his mouth.

I kept my legs spread wide, letting him lick every drop.

“Lick my pussy, babe.”

Cordaé’s tongue licked my walls, my pussy lips and the hood above, on and below my clit, as my body shook with satisfaction.

When I recuperated, which didn’t take long, I pulled Cordaé on top of me. I wanted to ask if he was ready to lose his virginity but his eyes told me everything I needed to know.

Grabbing a condom from my dresser, I sheathed his dick and climbed on top of him; his dick was already hard and standing at attention. Planting my feet on the side of his waist, I hovered above his dick. Carefully dropping down, I slowly eased his dick inside of me, inch by inch. He filled me up to capacity.

“Gotdamn,” his hands gripped my waist. “Ride this dick, baby.”

The way his hands felt, gave me chills.

I wasn’t expecting Cordaé to last too long being that it was his first time but I did want him to come even if I didn’t. I had good knees and was able to ride him so well that he sang praises about me and my pussy. Just when I thought I couldn’t bounce on him any longer, he came, filling the condom with his cum.

“This is what the fuck I’ve been missing?” He laughed a little. “Now I see what all the buzz is about. That shit felt good as hell. I’m addicted.”

“You aren’t addicted but yea. That’s what you were missing.”

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