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“Feels Right” by Alina Baraz. “All the Time” by Jeremih. “Sex You” by Bando Jonez. “Dirty” by Tank.
My nerves shattered, and I questioned what I was doing here again. I hadn’t had enough dick to be experienced enough to fuck freely but besides that…this dick. Stringent. Inflexible, with veins the size of wires and a head like a military helmet.
I was being carried to the wall harness. I wanted to say a prayer for myself, but the Lord understandably wanted no parts to what I was about to endure since I’d gotten myself into this.
“Fuck my life!” That must have been a cue because his strokes drilled me. Back and forth, in and out, flesh against flesh, like a tool digging for buried treasure.
I knew this before and tried to deny it, but the truth was, she owned me. I was hers.
I’d always been someone who played by the rules. Stayed focused on my work. Got my degrees. Went to church. I was a student of moral conduct and a child of The Most High God. And yet, there was a part of me that craved to be let loose.
His mouth smacked against my wet flesh as if he were devouring a meal, and I was on the menu. My hips rocked against the warmth that slipped from his tongue, and I arched, caught in a web of spinning pleasure.
“Fuck!” I screamed in a state of euphoria. My body vibrated, on the verge of an orgasm again, when Cain moved, pulling out of me and leaving me to grasp for the air. “Where are you?” It was basically a whimper. He flipped me over, and my yelp turned into a moan when warm lips sucked at the back of my thighs. Cain bit my ass, slipped his tongue into my pussy from behind and slurped to my clitoris.
My pearl was hard, standing at attention, and I screamed, “I’m going to come!” Again he moved to cut me off from the pleasure ready to drop from me. I was delirious for a second, then confused. “Speak to me, please. What did I do to deserve this?” Cain smacked my ass, lifted my leg, and kissed up my back as he entered me from the side.
“Ooooh…baby…” At my ear, he finally gave me an explanation. “You chose Appetizer Sampler. Which means you get a sample of everything, but you don’t get to finish.”
I’m a loner. That’s by choice. No woman is vying for my attention. There could be, but as I said, it’s by choice. I don’t make myself available for love because I’ve found it to be a beautiful thing used by some of the worst people to get what they selfishly want.”
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, “have dinner with me. If you enjoy it, have breakfast with me. If you’re still adoring my company then, have lunch with me, and by the time we come full circle, if I’ve fallen in love with you, I’ll back off—if you’re still holding out for the lucky guy who doesn’t know it.”
When our food was delivered, I reached for her hands. “Do you still worship The Most High God, beautiful?” “Of course, I do.” “Can I lead us in prayer before we eat?” “I would love that.” She was staring at me, and it was hard for me to break from her eye contact, but somehow I managed to bow my head and speak to our Heavenly Father.
Sexy gesture...a man that prays
On her feet, I took my hand down her bare back, pushing her down to touch her toes. There, I tied her wrists to her ankles, leaving her spread wide open with no way to relieve herself from what I was about to administer. Stand and deliver. It was an adventurous move of Kama Sutra, but I’d added the rope for a more explicit effect.
“Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me. Please. Please.” I drew out of her and reentered again, slowly, pacing myself so she would be ready to withstand my blows. I knew Carmen now. Understood what she liked and how she wanted to be handled. Her pleas for mercy would only last so long, then that wanton spirit would return, and she would demand I murder her. Another long, dragging stroke. A smack on the ass. Another lunging thrust and… “Fuck me crazy,” she purred. There she was.
“The Calla lily is a symbol of gratitude. For me, it represents how grateful I am to know you, Asia—past and present. The tulip is a symbol of hope. For me, I hope that I can be a positive addition to your life, in whatever regard you see fit to let me in. The dahlia is a symbol of commitment. I know that we bear no titles, but I do want to commit to you, Asia. If you will have me, I want to be your man. Your spouse. Your partner.”
He was coming. I could feel his ejaculation pulsating inside me. I wiggled off of him, dropping to my knees, sucking in as much of his dick that I could gather as he spilled on my tongue. “Fuck!” he growled again, hands in my hair, rocking into my mouth. “Son of a…” I wanted him to drown me. Let my autopsy say my lungs were filled before he buried me. Out of my mind, I sucked, even after he’d emptied down my throat. “Carmen.”
