Page 24 of Sweetest Temptation
“Tell me to stop, Zanova,” he whispered, but I didn’t say a word. I knew if I said it, he would.
Samir laid me back on the cool metal table. He gazed down at me, his hand going to the waistband of my leggings and tugging them over my waist until they were off. I cursed myself for not wearing any panties. He spread my legs and stared down between them. I was so wet that I knew my essence was making a pool on the table. I was going to have my kitchen sanitized thoroughly the next morning.
“Damn, look at her? She’s so wet and ready for me.” He leaned between my legs, closed his eyes, inhaled my scent, and groaned.
No words could form as he slid his hand up my thighs. He pushed a finger inside of me, and my back arched up off the table.
“Ooh!” I whimpered.
As Samir continued working my middle, all I could think about was how I hadn’t had any action down there since our last encounter. I was liable to come at any moment, and I wouldn’t have to wait long. He removed his hand, and they were soaked with my juices. Our eyes locked just in time to see him tasting my essence off his fingers, turning me on.
“Just as sweet as I remember…”
After licking his fingers clean, he dropped his sweatpants, freeing his big, beautiful dick. My eyes widened at his size, just like before. He leaned forward, picked me up off the table, and placed my legs in the crook of his arms.
“You better not drop me.”
“Don’t worry, baby. The only place I’ma drop you is on this dick. Hold onto my shoulders,” he said, gripping each ass cheek.
I did as he asked, my arms tightly secured around his neck. I knew what was to come, so I kissed his lips for distraction as he lined himself up with my hole. Slowly, he slid me down his pole.
“Sssss!” I hissed, feeling him stretching me out. “Oh my God!”
Digging his nails into my ass, Samir bounced me up and down, each stroke feeling better than the last. I didn’t remember this man dick being this damn good.
“Fuckkk!” He gritted his teeth, placing his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes as he fucked me hard. He sucked on my bottom lip before rotating from the bottom to the top one. It was feeling so good, I could hardly keep my eyes open.
His pace picked up. All you could hear through the quiet kitchen was skin clapping and the mess my pussy was making on his dick.
“Samir! Fuck me harder! Shit, I missed this dick!”
“I know you did. And I missed this… Shit! I missed this good-ass pussy.” He slammed me down to the base of his dick. “Like this, baby? This how you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes! Yes! Just like that.” My head dropped back as I bounced up and down. His thrust became deeper and deeper, and I was trying my best to keep up.
“That’s right, bounce on this motherfucka, Zanova. I’m trying to put this dick through your chest!” He growled.
I was surprised he wasn’t getting tired from holding me up for so long. This man was handling my thick frame with ease, never slowing down the powerful pounding he was putting on my pussy. Sweat was dripping from both of our bodies. I didn’t know if it was the heat from the oven, us, or maybe a little of both.
“I’m… I’m about to—” I didn’t even finish before the world around me blurred. My body shook, and everything in me unraveled all at once.
“Gotdamn! This pussy is the fucking truth!” His dick twitched inside me, signaling his own release.
My legs felt weak, my heart still racing as if I’d just sprinted a mile. For a second, everything was quiet. Only the sound of our breathing and the weight of what just happened hung between us. He slid me down his tall frame, planting me on my feet. Samir helped me sit down on the stool as I tried to catch my breath. I leaned into his stomach, unable to control my body yet. That’s when reality hit me.
“What the hell did I just do?” I began to freak out. “I can’t believe I let this happen.”
“Nah, don’t do that, baby. Don’t freak out on me.”
I shook my head, heat rushing to my face. “Samir, this wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“Maybe not,” he said quietly, “but it did, and I don’t regret it. You shouldn’t either.”
Standing up, I found my leggings on the floor and slipped them back on, my hands trembling the whole time. I couldn’t even look at him. “Can you just go, please?”
He sighed, that deep sound that always carried more meaning than words. “No. I’m not?—”
“Please, Samir.” My voice cracked a little. “Can you just go?”
