Page 165 of Not My Type
“A wah’m?” she’s curious.
“Mi just love how dem do the hallway with the portraits, looks... really nice,” I quickly say. She nods and walk back to the room, but I keep stealing glances back at it, at him, wistfully, my heart hammering, my cheeks still burning.
I coat the rag with his Axe body wash, move up and get back to rubbing his tattooed chest. Mi feel like I could get a climax just by being on the receiving end of one of his stares.
He towers over me. I look up at him from under my lashes, my hands still running against his skin gently. Ouuu. Moments after, I grab a comb. He seems confused, but remains quiet. I tip toe and kiss his lips before I grab his hair.
“Mi probably affi go sit down,” he tells me. “Since yuh so short.”
“Whatever,” I roll my eyes. He pushes me up against the wall. Ouu.. again. This time, it serious. His hand wrapped around my throat. His ‘glare’ as he chokes me, makes me squirm. On my tippies, I bite down in my lip, hands around his neck pulling him down to my height. He leans over, his tattooed hand pressing into the wall, his breath against my skin.
“Yuh so short,” he jokes before he drops his hands to my waist and lifts me up. The bwoy mek it seem like mi light as a cork. Dat shit is a turn on. My eyes melts in his. He’s hard, I feel him jabbing my belly.
I gently throw my head head back against the wall when his soft lips come into contact with the skin just below my ear.
“See how yuh mek eh’ killa feel?” he has me hooked in the corner. It’s the best feeling in the worldddddd.
I stare deep in his eyes, not knowing what to say. Then I finally say what I want. Not with words, but with my eyes. I dip my eyes low. It’s crazy how he knows how to read me like a book.
“You wan’ clean off the rifle?” he smirks. I smile shyly.
Smirking, he puts me down. I stare up at him. He breathes out, tilts his head, eyes fixed on me, as if I’m the only girl in his world. I actually feel like I am.
“So yuh love man inna yuh mouth?” he teases.
“I guess,” It comes out too soft.
It’s my favorite thing to do, actually. I like making my man feel good. Period.
NICKOI
With my back pressed against the glass, head thrown back, I stare at the ceiling. She grabs a hold of me, glides her soft hands up and down, and puts it in her mouth. I look down at the view. Har batty big so?
Pretty eyes on me, skin clean like Jesus police record—yet with all this, what captures me the most, is those two dimples in her back and the effect of her thick thighs and her hips as she kneels in the shower for me. My blood runs cold, she deep throats me. Eyes teary. Lips swollen. Veins in her neck, she keeps bobbing her head. Saliva runs down. Minutes pass, I lean in to smack her ass. She’s moaning softly. She ‘hawks’ and spits on my length, running her fingers down and swallows me whole. My head raises, body tenses, and my eyes roll back. I groan.
I reach for her ass, but miss. “Head game... lethal.” I rasp. She glares in my eyes and stops her breath. A the likkkle teacher girl this me really tun ina’ demon?
I try to move, but it feels like my body is tied down by invisible ropes. I feel myself growing harder in her mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut. Her hips sways, causing a rhythmic clap as her ass cheeks meet. Her tongue, soft and serpentine, coils around me.
“Zara..” I strain.
She doesn’t allow me to cum, she moves back purposely making me push myself off the wall with a smirk.
“Think yuh easy?” I pump the head and stand over her. “Open yuh mouth.”
She sits back and parts those clean, thick thighs. She holds her ankles. The anklet dangles. Her toes are white. Pum-pum pretty. I bite my lip and cum on her face. She licks it up. “You a the best,” I tell her.
She just stares at me. “You believe me?” She doesn’t respond. “Hmm?” Still, no response.
I lift her up. “Yuh believe me?” I’m more aggressive now as I hold her in my arms and bury my 9 inches into her.
“Show... me...” she gets out. I don’t respond.
Just as requested, I begin to show her. Her moans sound different now. She screams louder, almost losing her voice. I dig deeper, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. One filled with unexplainable emotions.
“Yuh feel it now?” I almost shout at her.
She’s crying. I give her deep, slow strokes. She’s nodding. Once she feels that, she slowly rotates her hips. I feel my breathing sharpening. With her legs wrapped around me, I lean us forward and pound into her deeply. She grips onto my shoulders, legs hooked around me to stop her from falling. Laughing with tears in her eyes, she throws her head back. Her real hair is drenched, cascading down, almost touching the floor.
