Page 210 of Not My Type
“Yeah all that too,” he sits down and I straddle him, so desperate to continue what we started. He lifts the vape to his lips, taking a pull, smoke spills from his mouth, curling lazily around us, then he hands it to me.
“You remember when you blow the smoke in my mouth?” I take a slow pull, then exhale, right into his mouth. The smoke fills the gap between us, and for a second, he holds it. Then, he coughs, just a little, his eyes low and sleepy, making me swing my leg over, landing on my feet.
I’m not gonna pressure him. I lean into the balcony railing, admiring the view. I look over my shoulder at him, eyes half lidded.
“You wah sleep baby?” my voice sweet.
“Yah but nuh too much,” he bites his lip trying to hide his smile. “Why?”
“Yuh wah go lie down?” Why is my heart racing like this?
“Yah...” a mischievous smile plays on his lips. “Between yuh legs.”
Heat fans my cheeks, then as he lands on his feet, inching toward me, I giggle, stepping back. My back hits the wall. Just the way how he’s looking at me is giving me chills already.
“Come yer nuh,” his eyes sweeping over me as he steps closer, and closer. Damn. I stare back at him, blinking slowly, with a seductive stare. In a split second, his hand grips my throat.
“Why yah ramp wid man?” he asks, his hand locked my throat as he moves us back, leading us inside. I swallow. Something tells me he’s talking about the stare. That’s because you got him in the mood.
His slender fingers sinks in my hips. We tumble toward the bed, balloons swaying above us. His hands roaming my body. We’re both in a rush. So eager. I laugh out. He laughs too. We strip each other in seconds. Clothes all over the floor.
“Yuh cyaa wait?” I tease him, he meets my gaze.
“Youuu cya wait?” he throws me on the bed. Wasting no time, like magic, my bra vanish.
“Mi aguh scream enuh.” I blush. “Cause you know I’m a screamer.”
“And a creamer...mi kno,” his eyes much darker. “Wah a yuh safe word?” I swallow.
“Why?” I bite my finger, a blush, brushing my cheeks. “Why do I nee—”
“Safe word,” the words drags out hungrily.
“Momm—” that’s all I got out, before his hand comes down to my ass cheeks, over, and over and over. I squirm, biting out moans. His fingertips warm against my skin, gliding down, slowly, he slips two inside me, my walls pulsing hungrily around his slender fingers.
“I can’t... hold it... ” he’s working them in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit.
I hoist my body, he hooks his finger under the lace fabric, sliding my thongs down, it’s wet, clinging to my skin, his smirk curls. “Bend over, Face the window, and arch yuh back..”
I do as he says. His hand presses firm against the dip of my spine, fingers tapping between my thighs—a silent command. I brace myself, gripping my ankles as he urges me deeper, pushing me into a spine-snapping arch.
“Stay one place,” he grips me firmly.
“Owww..” I cry out, his hand comes down to my ass again, surely leaving marks. He eases in, I slap my hand to my mouth, at the fullness, then emptiness returns as he pulls out.
I look back, as he drags the thick head against my slick, pulsing entrance. He pushes in, so hard, my breath shudders, he sinks deeper, not stopping until his hips press against my ass, the sting of his hand still there, burning.
A whimper slips out before I can catch it. “Y-you a make me cum pan an aircraft and lef inna a hearse,” I moan. He strokes me harder. I scream out.. Sex in Honolulu. Now that’s a fle—
He pulls out again. This time, silence follows. I panic, and try to move, but he holds me to him, pounding in me. I press my hands to the floor, his tattooed arm snaking around my waist, keeping us glued together.
“Weh yah run guh?”
“Shut up Nickoi!” He sends a deeper stroke in, my legs wobbles.
His hand finds between my thighs, his finger clean, veins just right on his hand, rings on a few fingers he rubs my slit, my legs fail me, I bury my head in his chest, the tight pulses of my walls dragging a deep groan from him. His name ripped from my throat as I gushed around him, legs shaking, but he didn’t let up—just drove in deeper, pounding me through it.
“S-slowwww down pleaseee,” I plead, pushing back, but at the same time, I want more. I’m conflictedddd. It feels gooood but it’s hotttttt!
