Page 204 of Not My Type
I hoist myself up, trembling, as he slides my lace panties to the side. My heart pounds in my chest. I grip his arms, burying my face in his neck. He’s still angry... just his movements scream that. I drop my eyes to his hard length prodding my stomach. The bwoy aguh give we alllllll a that?!
I grow nervous. “9 inch for the birthday girl..” he sings it to the tune of, ‘One time for the birthday girl.’
“Byeee,” I laugh at that. He uses the head to part my lower lips. My mouth grows dry.
“Can we... can we go home?” I’m so eager but I don’t wanna moan too loud in the car. People might hear.
He smirks. “Nah, weh yaw move shy shy fa? Birthday sex yah get. A your world.” The way he says that? Ugh. My cheeks are warm. Whew.
He knows the right things to say. Always. “So birthday girl, you nah measure it?”
“Measure it?” My voice dips.
“Mhmm,” he reclines his seat.
My eyes widen at his words, and I bite my lip. Slowly, I reach out, trying to wrap my hand around him. My fingers barely touch, I stifle a panicked moan. He chuckles and makes it move without him touching it. I gasp and he laughs even more. He reaches over, covers my hand with his, guiding me to squeeze tighter and move faster. Astonishingly, he grows even harder and longer in my grip.
“No man,” I laugh with a shaky voice. I watched as a drop of clear liquid pearls on the head.
“Nickoi... yuh make me nervous,” I slap my hand over my mouth.
“You must know why,” his eyes on my breast. My skin gets even warmer when I look up and find him still staring.
“Are you.. are you still mad at me?” I ask shyly. I really have to stare at it. It’s impossibly long and thick. It curves too. My eyes widen. A really this mi always a tek? Nuh wonder me feel it all the way inna mi belly.
“Hoist yuh body.” I obey instantly as he circles right above my clit. I move my hand down too, caressing his wrist.
“Mi nuh chat to yuh bout deh shy thing deh? Open yuh legs dem fi the killa,” he orders and moves even further.
He cups me, his palm gliding against me down there. He chokes me, pulls me into him and presses a fierce kiss to my lips. Softly, his voice still comes out rough. I let my legs fall open for him and his fingers brush against my clit.
“Happy...” he rasps. I feel the cold ring, I suck in a deep breath. He slips in one finger. The second finger makes me moan and grip the car seat.
“Birthday....” He goes on, then, I arch off him, feeling as he moves his fingers upwards. I stiffen as he touches my soft spot. Each time he strokes me, he speaks.
“To....”
“... mi ...”
“... pretty...”
“... Mami...”
“N-nickoiiiiiiiiii,” slips out in breaths his thumb circles my little bud. My legs tremble. “Mi aguh... mi aguh...” I pant.
“So cum fimme nuh Mami.”
I lose it. “NickoOiiiiiiiii! M-mi a cummmm... ughhhhhh!!” it comes out ear shattering, it fills the car, it comes out sexy, a smirk curls on his lips, my essence leaking around his fingers.
The next thing I feel makes me forget where we are and moan. “NickoOoiiiiiii!” so loud in the car.
He’s balls deep. I close my eyes, but they snap open with each of his strokes. He’s aggressive yet passionate. I can’t moan, only pant shallow breaths. Every time he slips out quickly, he enters slowly.
“J-esusss,” I moan.
Without slipping out of my pulsing walls, he grips my throat and kisses me hard. I see people passing the car, their pace brisk, clearly hearing my soft cries. The rhythm he sets is fast at first, then slow; now he’s just going slow and deep, and so is his Benz though it’s parked.
My body tightens as a tingle spreads in my stomach and between my thighs. I part my lips. He reclines the passenger seat, I climb over and spread my legs in the air, and he gets between them. He hugs me tight. It’s theee bestttttt feeling in the worldddddddddd!!! My ‘Mmm’s’ are low, soft and seductive. I press our bodies together, smiling in pain, but mostly pleasure. My man is sooo... tea, sooo yum! Especially when he speaks, in pants, tired, but still finds the strength to thrust deeper and deeper.
