Page 37 of Don Caselli

“You fucking fresh, you know that?”

I blushed as he held me lower so I could feel exactly what I was doing to him. Within stride, he could kick his sneakers off and toss me onto the bed. The shelf that was above my bed shook slightly, and a few books fell beside the bed. The books that were filled with the smuttiest shit I would read before grabbing my rose and pleasing myself because I had no one to scratch the itch.

The sheer curtains that I had around my bed fell behind Don as he stretched out the waist of his Celine briefs and unleashed his dick. My mouth watered as he stood there in all its glory. Darker at the tip, and with a slight hook to it. I just knew it was big with the way he kept having to adjust himself while we were doing Pilates. It was probably the reason that Johnni kept going over there to assist him.

Johnni’s ass didn’t need to worry about handling it, because I had all the plans on handling it right now. Riding my frustrations out, screaming out the pain of having a nigga play in my face for years, and releasing hard on a dick that I didn’t have any attachments to.

“What you gonna do about it? Talking and standing all the wa—” He yanked me to the end of the bed.

It was how he bit down on his lips as he stared at me, holding my ankles. “You gonna fuck this dick, Bleu?”

I nodded my head.

“You was just talking big shit a few seconds ago. Let me hear that sexy fucking voice. You gonna fuck this dick?” He pulled me even closer to the edge of the bed.

“Yes.”

He wouldn’t let up as he swirled his fingers inside of me and then tasted them. “You wanna be fucked, right? That’s what you said.”

“I did.”

He kept pulling me closer and closer to the edge. My ass wasn’t even on the bed anymore. He held it up toward his dick while sliding it up and down my slit. My breathing was labored as I felt the inside of his tip push a bit inside of me. His muscles bulged as he gave me this mischievous grin that told me that he was a freak.

I had a feeling that he destroyed women and left them yearning for more, knowing he couldn’t give them that. All he could give them was earth shattering sex and the promise of a ride home the next morning.

Nothing more…

Nothing less….

Don had the kind of dick that would have you looking for him in the daytime with a flashlight, and a bitch ain’tneverhad dick that good. Antwan was my first and only for so long, and as I watched this hint of pleasure in his eyes, I knew that he was more experienced than me. Sex was his domain, and he always aimed to please.

He leaned over me as he roughly sucked on my neck. I moaned as I backed up on the bed, and with one hand, he pulled me right back to him. “Stop running… tell me now. You want me to fuck you, Bleu?”

“Yes, Don.”

Slap!

He turned me over and slapped my ass. The feeling of his hand coming down and slapping my ass had me about to soak my own bed. “The fuck I told you to call me, Bleu?”

“Don.”

I could hear his snort. “You hardheaded, huh?”

“Always been.”

Knowing that he wanted me like this brought this confidence that I had never experienced before. I was a pillow princess, always allowing Antwan to do whatever. He was the one who got off, while I laid there staring at the ceiling wonderingis that all?

Sex was more thrilling when we weren’t supposed to be doing it. Once we became older, it became routine and something that we both knew had to happen. Antwan was the type that wanted to catch his nut first, and then he would rush me when he was almost there.

Landon flipped me onto my back and came between my legs, making sure my legs were on the side of him. His hands came up the side of me until I felt them both on my shoulders. He held me up and then positioned me right where he wanted me. He had me sitting up on him like I was sitting on a chair backward.

“Sorry in advance, Bleu,” he apologized, and I had a feeling I was gonna know exactly why he was apologizing, because I was about to be like that little nigga on the bike inSaw.

Crazy behind his ass.

He pushed down on my shoulders as he slid me down onto his dick. My mouth opened without my brain even telling it to. He was slow, patient, and gentle while kissing me on the lips. Every inch, he softly nibbled on my lips and looked me in the eyes to make sure I was good.

My nails scratched his back, feeling him filling me up in the way that he was. This man was a fucking tyrant with the way he kept this smirk on his face as his hands found their way to my waist, and he gripped it and slammed me down.

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