Page 51 of In the Safety's Zone
“Is that what you like, AP? How that feel to you?”
“So good. So fucking good, please don’t stop.”
“Never. The way you’re gushing all over my shit. Creaming me up, it’s so beautiful. You’re so fucking perfect, Aphrodite.”
Reality fell away again, the only truth was the pleasure he provided. I could vaguely feel myself being moved as I felt air hit my back. I opened my eyes and felt him carrying me over to the large mirror in the corner of the bedroom.
“Keep them eyes open, lil baybeeh, while I make this pussy cum. Watch me put in this work like it’s your favorite flick so when we not together you got something to watch in your mind so you can make my girl feel good.”
With my arms hanging over his massive forearms, he lifted and dropped me down on his dick, making me fall apart again. All I could do was wrap my arms around him and feel every stroke he provided.
“Keep them eyes open, baybeeh.” His fingers dug into my thighs as a warning to follow his directions but even that was a turn-on.
I did what he said, looking over his shoulder, watching him lift and lower my hips down onto his dick while he fucked me like he had something to prove. His glutes flexed as he drove his dick deeper and I felt my grip slipping off his back.
“You let go I’m gone fuck this pussy while you upside down but it ain’t gone make me stop ‘til you tell me to. You want me to stop, Aphrodite? Huhn? I ain’t doing my fucking job right now?”He punctuated each question with a deeper thrust that had my vocal cords strained from use.
“Yes!”
“Pussy so good make me want to camp out in it all night. Swim in that shit and you bathe me with these juices ‘til the dawn comes.”
My head fell back and my walls throbbed around him. My hair came loose and was brushing my back and arms. The physical sensation of everything touching my skin made my core even more sensitive to what Anthony was doing.
“Gimme one more, AP, so I can join the fun. Squeeze my neck like your pussy squeezing my dick.”
I hesitated but when he dropped me down harder I knew he meant what he said. I took one hand off his back and put it on his neck and squeezed just as my body locked up. I worried for a second I was going too hard with the way my body seized but I couldn’t relax my hand.
“That’s it, baybeeh, FUCK!”
He leaned me against the wall next to the mirror and pressed himself into me one last time. His dick felt like it was going even deeper than before and my mouth was hanging open silently as my voice refused to cooperate. The muscles of Anthony’s back flexed beneath my fingers as he grunted and his hands squeezed my thighs almost painfully tight. It felt like my soul had been punched in the most pleasurable way when we both started to cum together. I could feel his release being blocked by the condom but it kept pumping out like it was endless.
My eyesight was fuzzy around the edges like I’d been concussed by his dick. Anthony lowered my legs to the ground but held my hips like he knew I was gonna be as stable as a newborn deer.
“You good?”
I blinked trying to clear my vision but it was still cloudy but also overblown simultaneously. “No. Not at all.”
“I need to do better?”
Anthony’s face was glistening a testament to the work he’d just put in. One glance at his dick had me wondering if he’d popped a pill while he was in the bathroom.
There’s no way he’s not done yet.
A thousand scenarios started to run through my head and I frowned up at him. “I’m mad at you.”
“Why?”
“You fucked other girls like that?”
Anthony snorted a laugh as he removed the full condom off his dick. “That was just the warm-up, AP whatchu mean?”
“Warm up? Anthony I’m about to put you and this voodoo dick out of this hotel.”
He had the nerve to laugh but I was so damn serious. I felt like I’d undergone a change while his body had been connected to mine. Soul ties had to be created when you got fucked like this. I was now one hundred percent convinced that your third eye was the cervix and a nigga like Anthony dicktimized you when his dick tried to break it down like a battering ram. Just rammed your core creating soul ties that would have you tapping on his windshield with a tennis racket if he ever thought to leave you.
“You not finna put me outchere, Phro. C’mon nah.”
His hands were back on me but he kept his dick from touching me. His dick wasn’t as hard as before but it hadn’t shriveled up like I thought dicks were supposed to when they were done. I was thankful that I had the sheers to the window closed; otherwise we would’ve given someone in view of our room one hell of a show.
