Page 6 of Dream Cum True
It had been way too long since the last time I was touched by a man. My pussy was sensitive as hell, and my orgasm began to build as soon as his tongue touched my lower set of lips. If there was a world record for the quickest orgasm, I was sure I’d break that tonight.
The sizzling sensations traveling through my body seemed foreign. Elias had to be doing something different because I’d had my pussy licked and eaten numerous times, but it never felt this good, this quickly.
“Elias! Oh my God!”
My pleas or praise, not sure which, encouraged him to go harder. I was done for . . . completely and totally spent . . . not sure if I was coming or going.
I wasn’t prepared for the tornado, tsunami, earthquake, and hurricane that took over my mind, body, and soul. Nothing had ever felt as good, and as I came, I was sure my screams could be heard in the highest parts of heaven.
Elias showed me no mercy. Every time I thought it was over, he took me to new heights. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but luckily, he decided to give me a break.
He slowly removed my legs from his shoulders, letting my legs fall to the side before he stood. I struggled to open one eye and watched as he covered his dick with the condom he’d attempted to give me. Once it was on, his eyes were on me.
“Scoot back.”
“Huh?” I questioned, although I’d heard him clearly.
The thought of moving any part of my body seemed daunting, so I remained still. Elias chuckled when I didn’t move, and instead of repeating his request, he picked me up bridal style and placed me in the center of the bed.
If I had the energy, I would’ve laughed when he moved my legs to the spread-eagle position instead of asking me to do it. The thought of what I suspected he might do to my body made my pussy throb. If his fucking skills were anything close to his pussy eating skills, I was in for a treat.
“You ready for this dick?” I nodded. “Tell me how you want it.”
“I, umm, I just want it. Give it to me.”
“Nah. I want you to tell me if you want it hard or soft, fast or slow, nasty or?—”
“All of the above. I want it all.”
The moonlight shone on his face through the shades, and I noticed his brow raise.
“Say less, beautiful.”
He grabbed me by the ankle and lifted my foot to his mouth. When he took my big toe into his mouth and gently sucked, my body almost levitated from the bed, and I squealed. He didn’t miss a beat, spending ample time on each toe, not forgetting to lick in between them.
“Eli—oh my God. I—ooh shit—I’m about to cum.”
I was today years old when I found out I could climax from having my toes sucked. If embarrassed were a person, it wouldbe me, but there was nothing I could do as my body shook, shivered, and shimmied on the bed.
“Damn, baby. I’m gon’ have some fun with you.”
He climbed between my legs, placing the leg he was holding on his shoulder. I’d barely recovered from the last orgasm when his dick filled me to the brim . . . or so I thought.
“Geezus!” I shouted as I pressed one of my hands against his stomach, attempting to push him away.
“Nah, we not doing that shit tonight. Move your hand.”
“It’s too deep!”
“Baby, I ain’t even scratched the surface. Move your hand so I can give you all this dick.”
I’d peeped his length and girth and thought I’d mentally prepared myself. Now that the elasticity of my walls was being tested, it was clear I was nowhere near prepared.
When I hesitated too long to move my hand, he used one of his hands to smack it away. Our eyes connected as he looped his arms underneath my thighs, pushing my knees up to my ears, before pressing his full length inside me.
“Oh my fuckin’ God!”
I now knew what the women in the romance books meant when they said they could feel their niggas dick in their chest.
