Page 13 of Pills and Potions: Snoh
“Thank you for dinner, but I?—”
His lips crashed into mine cutting off the rest of my sentence. Leaving him wasn’t an option, and he made it clear. Him telling me there was no running tonight included everything from that very moment on. Hell, the way he held my mouth hostage I couldn’t run if I wanted to.
Soft, yet passionate. His kisses exceeded my expectations. Our tongues tangoed, causing light moans to transfer from my mouth to his. He tasted so fuckin’ good. All of me was invested in what other skills he possessed. A nigga that made you cum just from kissing was certified dangerous. My panties were dripping wet, and my fluids were trailing down my leg. This was crazy work.
Briefly breaking the kiss, he asked, “You still want to fuck on a nigga?”
“Yes,” I admitted once again.
I was picked up and walked over to the Maybach. He was able to unlock the door and secure us in the backseat without a hassle. This shit was too easy for him. I feared he’d done this a time or two before me.
Fumbling with his pants, the one thing I couldn’t shake was finally free. Thick, veiny, and mouthwatering. Snoh had to know how pretty his dick was. I mean damn. If I had the option to suck on him all day, I would. I promise there would be no complaints given.
My dress was hiked above my waist, freeing the ass he couldn’t stop watching. From light squeezes to firm ones, he washaving a time being able to finally touch me. My panties were then ripped from my body exposing phat ma. I got her waxed the same morning London went on vacation for this very moment. Lastly, my breasts were on display after he pushed the light fabric covering them to the side.
Our lips had yet to experience a disconnection. His greed for me was showing more and more the longer I sat in his lap.
My manicured fingers wrapped around his shaft guiding him to my opening. As if we needed anything else to throw us over the edge, he eased inside my tight walls causing the kiss to cease. Mouth was gaped open as I heavily breathed accepting him.
Bouncing up and down on the dick slowly, I gained an inch at a time trying to hit the base of it comfortably. I wanted all of him inside of me. A portion of him just wasn’t good enough.
When he growled, I knew then there was no coming back from this. He was where he wanted to be and doing exactly what I’d been craving him to. He attacked my neck sucking on it gently as the ride began. I didn’t regret shit about this moment and if London wanted to hate me for the rest of our lives, I swear it was all worth it.
Snoh had a hell of a hold on me as we moved in sync. The tables were turned and everything about this was personal.
“Fuuuuck,” I softly moaned. I might’ve been the one in control, but he was still my puppet master. I was willing to do whatever for this man.
“Nah, tell me what this dick doing to you, beautiful,” he spoke against my breasts.
He was a talker, and I loved everything about that. However, I was in a position where I couldn’t hide my feelings from him. He was getting the physical, mental, and emotional from me in one setting. His hunger for me was pleasing. I was wanted regardless of him thinking he finally won my sister over.
“Satisfying a starving soul.”
Once again, my response gained a low growl from him. If he thought I was telling him things to stroke his ego, I wasn’t. I couldn’t omit the truth if I wanted to and because of that, he was getting the raw me. Lyric Geter.
“You gon’ cum on this muthafucka?”
“Yessss,” I hissed as his hand administered a slap to my right cheek. It stung so good and caused an urgency for me.
“I know that. She gripping a nigga,” he said with a sly smirk gracing his lips after.
My walls tightened around his wood as his veins massaged them. My bottom lip was tugged on as I closed my eyes. The feeling of this man inside of me was a rarity. It was one I wouldn’t be able to duplicate no matter how many times I tried. If it wasn’t him, there was no use in trying.
“Snooooooh!” I cried out as the requested creamy substance coated his manhood.
Not even a second later, I felt his dick twitch inside of me as his warm semen filled me up. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Self-control and boundaries weren’t anywhere to be found between us. He asked and I kept my word on giving it to him. However, he was never supposed to ask. London swore he was big on maintaining a professional image. This was far from it.
Our chests heaved up and down trying to catch a normal rhythm. His grip around my waist had yet to loosen and I was glad it didn’t. Moments of silence passed as we gathered our thoughts. I knew what was to come and I was instantly saddened by it. That disconnection was going to shatter me. He went to move me from his lap, and I refused to go. There was no telling if I would ever get him like this again, so I wasn’t chancing it.
“I know, which is why you coming home with a nigga. It ain’t enough for me, either.” He spoke on something I was silently battling. When London said he was attentive, she wasn’t lying.
It was never a delusion, Snoh. You just love the wrong twin.
7
SNOH
It was one thing to cum on my shit all fuckin’ night but to throat my shit with our perfectly blended fluids still on it was wild. I watched her head glide up and down my dick with ease. Baby has no gag reflex, and a nigga was having the time of his muthafuckin’ life. Her mouth was just as wet as that pussy, making it hard to choose which set of lips I loved the best. I couldn’t lie. Finally tasting her pretty ass did it for a nigga.
