Page 166 of Not My Type
She’s crying. I don’t know why, but her sobs are a turn on.
“Nickoi...” she cries.
I kiss her lips, still stabbing in her. Her warmth envelops me, causing a chill to run down my spine. My erection throbs and swells inside her, making me feel on the verge of a powerful, overwhelming release.
“Mommy...” I think I hear her say.
I slap her ass. “Weh you a bawl fa? Tek buddy gyal,” I tease her and feel the strangest sensation.
She smiles, eyes low and dazed. “Why you go silent?” she whispers. She tightens around me.
I close my eyes. Weakness. She does it again. I curse this time, that and the feeling that’s building makes goosebumps clutter my skin. It’s something stronger rising in me that transcends mere pleasure. It feels like something inside her, something special inside her, that’s gradually intertwining with me, merging in a way that’s beyond just getting a good release. This shit is deeper than that. Right now mi feel like a mi wife dis. Feel like she a lick mi chip.
“Zaraaa weh yaw do to me?” I groan. She hides her face in my neck. “Look inna man face when me a talk to yuh,” I sound angry, but I’m far from that.
She meets my gaze. “You feel that?” I jerk in her. She’s trembling.
“Mi feel it..” her voice in a plea.
“Mi can cum inna yuh?”
“Noo,” she whines. Her legs are still shaking.
I know she’s about to cum too. It’s the look in her eyes.
“Anything yuh say a law Mami,” I pull out, already missing her.
She squirts. I stare at her with a cold expression, feeling conceited that this is all me—as a killa.
I lean against the wall. She stands in front of me, staring silently. I hug her ass and squeeze a layer of sperm onto her stomach, and watch it trickle down to her thighs.
Our eyes connect again. “Forever this enuh b.” I smirk.
“... And a day,” she adds.
ZARA
“Why yah act so miserable?” Nickoi asks, chuckling.
I hiss. “Mi tell yuh say mi just wah bathe so mi can sleep and it was likkle after 12 and yuh mek mi miss mi sleep,”
I frown looking at the time. It’s 2:30 AM. We’ve been at it for a while now and I feel so tired and sore. Try be careful.
I’m on pills so I don’t need to worry but I’m mad at Nickoi for not listening. I glare at him as he laughs on the bed. “I hate you,” I joke. Of course mi nuh mean that.Mi know yuh love him lakka cook food.
I laugh. “Yah laugh bout?” he questions.
“You,” I tell him and he puts his hand on my thigh. I move over from him. “Yuh nuh have no chill?” I ask him.
He stays quiet. I sigh. “Now come,” I get out of the bed putting on one of his polo shirt that swallows me. Aww.
He looks at me laughing. I grab the comb from the bathroom floor and my face flushes as I remember how crazy we both were before I walk back to the room picking up the hair oil from the dresser. I climb on the bed. Him done mess up mi sleep schedule.
He sighs. “Now yah go fix mi hair?”
By his tone mi know him nuh want it comb. Him lucky look how him mess up my plan, mi could a deh sleep right now but no him wah sex.
Unuh funny bad,my subconscious laughs.
