Page 85 of Not My Type
“No.” I hug the back of his head, feeling his long plaits. “Mi nuh wah yuh stoppp—” I’m cut off by my own moans.
“Ahhhhhhhh shit–” his hand covers my mouth.
I throw a leg up, fingers curling behind my knees. He lies between and pounds in me. My breasts shake at the rhythm of his thrusts. I squirm, struggling to remain silent. A few slip out. My head hits the headboard.
“Just cover your mouth,” he slams in me, over and over and over, then he pulls out, not too far out, not too far in, rolling his hips and I lost it, the moan that slips through my throat is extremely loud.
“Ughhhhhhhh NickOiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” My legs shaking, spraying out my juices on the bed. The bed soaking as it continues to flow. Shit...
It’s that good huh?
He gets off the bed, searching the closet, then he picks up his phone, typing a message. Seconds after, the door knocks, he chuckles, barely holding it in, hiding behind the door as he peeks out at Junior.
“Mi a beg you a sheet,” he’s trying to sound casual, but the grin on his face gives it away.
“A wah’m dawg?” Junior’s voice just as low.
“The room cold, mi want a sheet,” he lies, but Junior isn’t having it.
“Yuh mean, yuh wah change the sheet?”
Nickoi chuckles. “Bredda just do the crime nuh,” Junior finally moves, and returns with it.
Nickoi shuts the door as soon as he gets it. I climb off the bed, barely feeling my legs. “Oye mi nuh done wid yuh yet enuh, this a fi sleep.”
He places the sheet on the chair, then scoops me up and throw me against the door, I hug his neck, as he bounces me up.
“Ahhh... Nickoi,” I whine, my eyes barely open as they stare into his lustful ones.
“Hmm?” he pants.
“Faster pleas—” another moan leaves my lips. This one comes with a profanity, surprising him.
“S’pose mi tell Ms. Sandra?” he jokes.
I laugh and another moan escapes my lips. “Oh–Nickoi you ughhh oh yeah.” I feel like I’m going crazy when he starts throwing me up faster, as if I’m light work to him.
I can feel a strong pressure building up in me. I don’t want him to stop. I wish I could feel this forever And ever. And ever. “Ahh, just like that,” I moan, my eyes closed, lost in the sensation.
“Know you would be good, but never expected this,” Nickoi mutters, more to himself than to me. Butterflies flutter in my stomach at his words. I whimper, feeling like a fire has been ignited in my veins.
“Shittt,” I clench around him. How is he so good? Why do these strokes feel so addicting? “Ughhh! Oh my God,” I breathe out in disbelief. Whatever he’s doing I love it. “Nickoi... yah guh kill me?” I sink my finger in his shoulder.
“In this case yes,” he pants, slamming me down. He stops the pattern that I fell in love with, throwing me up slow, but rough. My breasts jerk each time. He’s handling me like I don’t weigh exactly 130 Ibs. No sign of struggle in sight.
“Don’t stop what you were doing please,” I plead. He smiles but doesn’t do what I ask. “Nickoi please nuh,” I beg. He starts again, and I close my eyes, savoring the way he drags along my walls.
“Yess,” I moan. I’m squirming, and he scoots down lying me flat on the cold tiles, he didn’t stop for once.
He swiftly pulls a pillow from the bed, sliding it beneath my head. “Take it... like a G,” he teases, eyes emotionless.
He bites his lip and closes his eyes just before burying his face in my neck again. I gently bite his shoulder. I can’t find the right words to describe this feeling. No wonder he has so many girls. This is what they’re all getting? I can’t let him go.
He flips us over, slamming into me so hard I see stars. My face buries in the pillow, muffling my moans. Nickoi grips my waist, hitting my sweet spot, making me shiver.
“I’m close, Nic–”
He covers my mouth, silencing me, still it slips out. “NickkOiiiiiii!” I moan shakily. I don’t hear it. My toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
