Page 44 of Stoplight
Did Jovanis teach her this?
That couldn’t be since he played for the same team. Noble had received good head before, but this was something different. It felt like she was sucking his soul from him and holding it captive.
“Got damn,” he gritted, looking forward.
Saliva trailed from her mouth as she spit on his head. “I need this big, fat dick to bless me with a nut.”
Oh, this a nasty bitch…
Irish had turned out to be a fucking trance. A lady when necessary but a freak bitch that could swallow his dick without gagging. Noble was damn near in love. Grabbing a handful of her auburn tresses, he attempted to control the pace of Irish’s mouth, but she was determined to suck the life out of him. Noble’s toes curled inside his shoes. His teeth clenched while his veins ballooned under his skin.
“Suck that shit,” he ordered.
As soon as the words left his lips, he filled Irish’s mouth with his premium nut. His release prompted a guttural moan to resound from his throat.
“Shiiiitttt,” he grumbled, flexing his jaw.
His limbs vibrated as pleasure whipped through his dick. Noble was spent. Totally incapable of doing anything else for the night because Irish had taken the very essence of him and swallowed it.
His vision was slightly foggy when Irish stood and pulled off her shorts. He had no time to prepare for what was to come. Before he could take control, Irish sat down on his erection in a reversed cowgirl position.
“Hold on, chill.” He huffed, trying to keep some domination.
Irish was already sliding up and down on his shaft, giving no fucks about the order he’d just commanded. She planted her hands on her knees, twerking on his manhood while making her ass bounce.
“Ooh, baby. I knew this dick would feel like dope,” she moaned.
Noble grabbed her waist, hoping to control her rhythm. He wasn’t ready to cum just yet.
“What the fuck?” he whispered to himself, trying to make sense of how good her pussy felt.
It was tight, wetter than a swimming pool, and it provided more warmth than a heater on a zero-degree day.
“Irish, fuck. Don't do that shit!” he snapped, holding her waist.
Twerking her ass while her pussy gripped his dick was a recipe for him to climax inside her. Irish’s back fell against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her body. Grinding on his shaft, she reached back and rubbed his head.
“You don't like the way I fuck you?” she asked breathlessly.
“I love the way you fuck me.” He bit her earlobe. “You gotta let me lead, baby.”
‘Cause I’m two seconds away from making you the mother of my child…
Irish’s grinding had created a sensation that had lifted him into euphoria. Her sticky wetness was on the front of his thighs.
“Ooh, yessss, make me cum, papa,” she moaned.
Irish’s flesh constricted, pulling him deeper into her web of seduction. Noble pinched her nipples as her climax rippled through her.
“This little pussy the best.”
Noble had to confess it. There was nothing better than this sliver of heaven between her thighs. How could Jovanis not be sexually attracted to this work of art?
Irish leaned forward, positioning her hands back on her knees. She bounced her ass, giving Noble a visual he would probably dream about in the upcoming days. Cream settled at the base of his erection as her walls sucked him in. Noble was officially inebriated. He couldn’t see straight. Words escaped him. His vision was blurry because Irish had put pussy on him so good that he had to take claim of it right away.
“Mothafucka,” he grumbled, trying so hard to hold onto his nut.
Truth was that he couldn’t hold it any longer. Irish had defeated him. What used to be a man who dominated women in the bedroom was a person who was on the ropes. Dodging the goodness of her center had become almost impossible. He had to take a knee before he fucked around and exploded inside her pussy.
