Page 229 of Not My Type
“You a get wah you want now, try nuh make me hear you a cry enuh,” he warns. His voice low, it makes me shudder. I feel my inner thighs pooling with moisture. Lifting my knee onto the sofa, I open myself to him. I bring my leg so high, hugging the back of my knee. He flicks my clit with a smirk.
“I bet you wish I never wear panties when I’m at the practicum,” I squirm.
“Wish you nuh wear panty at all,” he leans in. His scent so manly, so sweet, so expensive. Yum.
“I could stop...” I bite my finger.
“Good girl,” his voice rumbles sweetly, setting off something inside me that spreads heat through my body. He looks me up and down.
I bite my lip, flexing my legs, wanting him to see every ounce of my flesh. His eyes glint. I giggle. “Wah you a wait pan?” I tilt my head, my hair cascades on the sofa.
Cupping the back of his neck, I drag him into me. Our lips meet, I moan softly. Fingers wrapped around his erection, he lowers his hand, to slide it in. He grazes me. I look up under my lashes. He glides it against my slit. Teasing me. I breathe out, my mouth dry.
“See how you stop man from guh pon the road?” he rasps in my ear. He strokes me. I sigh softly, gripping his arm.
“Road better than this?” I challenge him, he laughs.
“Thought so,” my voice sexy. He pulls it out, leaving the tip in but I notice he makes the head jump against my clit without touching it.
“Oh—” His lips twist in a smirk. It’s enticing, but scary. Cause how!???
Seconds pass and he’s balls deep again. “Nickoooiiiiiiiii!” I scream out, whimpering as he sinks himself deeper inside me.
“Shit,” I gasp. “Shiiiiiiit.”
He already has liquid at the head, leaking down in me. I gasp as I take him in hungrily, rolling my hips, slipping it further in me. I throw my head back, he grips my waist, holds me firmly, driving long strokes in me.
“Ughhhhhh!” I cry out.
The sensations he stirs in me are overwhelming. Heat ripples across my skin as waves of pleasure engulfs me, my body quaking under the relentless rhythm of his touch. Muscles flexing. Our bodies already growing sweaty.
“Moreeee,” I beg.
“More? You want it harder?” his voice a thick whisper in my ear.
“Mhmmm,” I hum. “I... I want... I want it faster—” Tears roll down my cheeks.
Suddenly, he pushes deeper, moving faster, one finger rolling my nipple, the other teasing my clit. I stifle my moan against his chest, sinking my teeth into his inked skin. My man my man my man!
He pumps in and out quickly, curling his fingers so that they stroke my walls. I’m out of breath.
“This? This you want Zara?” he asked roughly. He can’t help being this way. I’m crying. “Talk to me nuh,” he’s so aggressive. I like it though. Like it when him ruff me up.
I nod, face flushed with sweat as I press against him, craving his touch. His hands drive me wild, rubbing and teasing, while his length plunges and strokes. We’re savoring every moment. My hips grind desperately, seeking the release that’s swelling inside me.
“Nickoiiiii,” I moan.
“Yea... baby?”
“Mi—mi aguh c—”
“Shit,” he groans against my ear. “Wait.” I nod, feeling so tense. I see why he asked me to wait, when I feel him growing hotter and harder with each pulse.
The veins stand out. The head swells, the way he pulses in me encourages my body too. He grips me and sucks on my breast as he cums inside me. I reach my climax too. Screaming as I do so, and collapse against the sofa, breathless.
He smacks my ass. “See how yuh spoil?” he pants, trying to catch his breath too. I stare up at him, my eyes dazed trying to recover. The feeling is blissful. My chest rising and falling constantly.
“You get wah you want. Mi can touch the road now?” he’s trying to get on my nerves. Clearly.
