Page 120 of Not My Type
“Jesus?” he repeats, voice deeper than ever with his eyes cold and emotionless.
I hold the string in his sweater and gently pull it and he moves closer to me. I stare in his eyes and he smirks. I smile nervously looking down at his growing erection.
Just the sight of it makes my breath hitch. He removes my hoodie just before lifting me on top of the vanity.
“When we start take time with me,” I warn with a mischievous grin planted on my lips.
His eyes are ravenous. For pleasure. For me. As soon as he moves back he eagerly hooks his finger into my leggings waist. As he pulls it down, I wiggle to make it easier for him. He cups my breast, caressing them in a way that turns me on even more. Ugh!
“See why it nuh mek sense you hide them?” he asks.
He’s now close to my neck and I breathe. Just a touch from his fingers and my whole body shivers. The effect he has on me is beyond the bounds of cognition. His fingers graze my skin as he unclips my bra. A smile plays on his lips. I feel his tip rubbing against my wet entrance tantalizingly. Yuh already a anticipate the pain and the pleasure.
His big hands grab my throat, forcing me to look up at him before he kisses me with so much need and hunger. I tug at his hair and use my free hand to caress his face.
He pulls away. “You taking your pills?”
“Yes I am,” I answer then his full length slams in me without warning.
“Aaaah,” I gape as the pleasurable pain shoots through my entire body.
This boy is a gyalist and you deh here a go raw with him. You like risk?
I ignore that thought. Of course you would, this is how you act when it’s about sex. Senseless. He moves his hands from my breast, down to my ass and grabs it, still pounding in me like he’s mad at me. I close my eyes, gasping and moaning at each and every thrust.
“Nickoi,” I gasp, he’s so deep inside of me making it so hard to think. So hard to breathe.
I cover my mouth, holding back my screams as he pounds in me, sliding in and out of me mercilessly. “Ahhh,” I whimper. “Ahhh.” I get louder.
“Zara,” he says and I cover my mouth.
He rocks his hips, moving deeply and I bite my lip, enjoying the feeling. I lean forward, hands around his neck as he slams in me. My legs shaking and my breast bouncing due to his deep and fast strokes. I moan softly. He slows down, picks up his pace then he stops and rubs my heat before he slams in me again.
“Shiit Nickoi, ahhh,” my mouth makes the perfect ‘O’ shape.
I grab onto his shirt, balling the material in my fist, then another deep thrust drives me to bury my face into his chest. It’s too muchhhh.
“Ow... ahhh,” I bite his shirt with tears rolling off my cheeks.
He slaps my ass. Hard. I curse a profanity and end up moaning. I bite my lip, looking down at his length wet from all my juices, moving in and out of me continuously.
“Nickoi,” I moan as he keeps thrusting himself into me so hard and fast. “It feels so good,” I tell him before I throw my head back. He picks up his pace and I sink my nails in his arms.
“Mhmm, harder Nickoi,” I moan, eyes locked on the ceiling. Words fail me—nothing could do this feeling justice. It’s just that great.
He curses and his hand that was on my ass slapping it occasionally moves to my throat, he pulls me to him aggressively. Eyes filled with carnal desires. Then he attacks my lips as my breasts bounces against his hard chest with every thrust. Our kiss is steamy as he ravenously sucks on my lips like it’s his last time seeing me. Last time feeling me and touching me. I hold his face, savoring his taste.
“Zara... ” he pants then his hand tightens around my throat as the other holds my hair aggressively. I smile seductively with my eyes fixed with his.
Nickoi is so rough. A little gentle when he wants to be but I like it. I gape, enjoying the feeling with my eyes closed, then, I hear something that causes me to flutter my eyes open.
Heartbeat racing.
“Nickoi stop,” I moan and he pulls away. We are both breathing heavily.
He looks at me confused. “What?” he asks. I think I hear her but it can’t be.
“I-I think I hear mommy but that’s not possible right?” I ask him and he shrugs.
