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I blushed as he held me lower so I could feel exactly what I was doing to him.

Within stride, he could kick his sneakers off and toss me onto the bed.

The shelf that was above my bed shook slightly, and a few books fell beside the bed.

The books that were filled with the smuttiest shit I would read before grabbing my rose and pleasing myself because I had no one to scratch the itch.

The sheer curtains that I had around my bed fell behind Don as he stretched out the waist of his Celine briefs and unleashed his dick.

My mouth watered as he stood there in all its glory.

Darker at the tip, and with a slight hook to it.

I just knew it was big with the way he kept having to adjust himself while we were doing Pilates.

It was probably the reason that Johnni kept going over there to assist him.

Johnni’s ass didn’t need to worry about handling it, because I had all the plans on handling it right now. Riding my frustrations out, screaming out the pain of having a nigga play in my face for years, and releasing hard on a dick that I didn’t have any attachments to.

“What you gonna do about it? Talking and standing all the wa—” He yanked me to the end of the bed.

It was how he bit down on his lips as he stared at me, holding my ankles. “You gonna fuck this dick, Bleu?”

I nodded my head.

“You was just talking big shit a few seconds ago. Let me hear that sexy fucking voice. You gonna fuck this dick?” He pulled me even closer to the edge of the bed.

“Yes.”

He wouldn’t let up as he swirled his fingers inside of me and then tasted them. “You wanna be fucked, right? That’s what you said.”

“I did.”

He kept pulling me closer and closer to the edge.

My ass wasn’t even on the bed anymore. He held it up toward his dick while sliding it up and down my slit.

My breathing was labored as I felt the inside of his tip push a bit inside of me.

His muscles bulged as he gave me this mischievous grin that told me that he was a freak.

I had a feeling that he destroyed women and left them yearning for more, knowing he couldn’t give them that. All he could give them was earth shattering sex and the promise of a ride home the next morning.

Nothing more…

Nothing less….

Don had the kind of dick that would have you looking for him in the daytime with a flashlight, and a bitch ain’t never had dick that good.

Antwan was my first and only for so long, and as I watched this hint of pleasure in his eyes, I knew that he was more experienced than me.

Sex was his domain, and he always aimed to please.

He leaned over me as he roughly sucked on my neck. I moaned as I backed up on the bed, and with one hand, he pulled me right back to him. “Stop running… tell me now. You want me to fuck you, Bleu?”

“Yes, Don.”

Slap!

He turned me over and slapped my ass. The feeling of his hand coming down and slapping my ass had me about to soak my own bed. “The fuck I told you to call me, Bleu?”

“Don.”

I could hear his snort. “You hardheaded, huh?”

“Always been.”

Knowing that he wanted me like this brought this confidence that I had never experienced before. I was a pillow princess, always allowing Antwan to do whatever. He was the one who got off, while I laid there staring at the ceiling wondering is that all?

Sex was more thrilling when we weren’t supposed to be doing it. Once we became older, it became routine and something that we both knew had to happen. Antwan was the type that wanted to catch his nut first, and then he would rush me when he was almost there.

Landon flipped me onto my back and came between my legs, making sure my legs were on the side of him.

His hands came up the side of me until I felt them both on my shoulders.

He held me up and then positioned me right where he wanted me.

He had me sitting up on him like I was sitting on a chair backward.

“Sorry in advance, Bleu,” he apologized, and I had a feeling I was gonna know exactly why he was apologizing, because I was about to be like that little nigga on the bike in Saw.

Crazy behind his ass.

He pushed down on my shoulders as he slid me down onto his dick. My mouth opened without my brain even telling it to. He was slow, patient, and gentle while kissing me on the lips. Every inch, he softly nibbled on my lips and looked me in the eyes to make sure I was good.

My nails scratched his back, feeling him filling me up in the way that he was. This man was a fucking tyrant with the way he kept this smirk on his face as his hands found their way to my waist, and he gripped it and slammed me down.

“Dooonn, oooo, umm,” I couldn’t control my face.

So much for wanting to look cute with my first hookup ever. I knew I had an ugly ass face while this man held me and slammed me down onto him.

“What I tell you about that, Bleu… what you supposed to call me?”

“Umm…ahmm, ehhh,” I couldn’t make the words out because he wouldn’t let up on me. He kissed my shoulder without losing his stride. “Land…Landon,” I gasped out while all my strength went into my nails as I scratched his back.

His gold chain slapped against his chest, while the vein on the side of his head emerged. He bit my shoulder, then kissed it like it was an apology he didn’t mean.

“Why you looking at me like that, Bleu? Don’t tell me you falling for me,” his cocky ass grunted, because I was probably looking at him exactly like that. “You wanted to be fucked, right?”

“Uh hmmmm,” I moaned out as I held onto him tighter, and he lifted me up and then slammed me down.

“Fuck you so damn tight… you gripping my shit, Bleu… tell me what else you need? Let me know… I wanna make shit easy for you.”

My eyes could barely focus as our eyes met. “I…I… I’m about.”

“Not yet… I want you to look at me… focus… look at me, Bleu.”

It was hard as fuck to do it, but I held onto him and looked into his eyes. His thick lips were swollen from us kissing, and the way he licked his lips as if he wasn’t in the midst of drilling the shit out of me.

“I’m trying, Landon… trying,” I said, nearly breathless because he hadn’t stopped. The fuck did he do for stamina? It was almost like he would never become tired or ever reach his peak.

“You know you beautiful, huh?”

“Uh hmmm.”

“Sexy fucking ass… you been needing a fucking like this, hmm?”

I was trying to focus, but the way he spoke to me had me ready to unleash. “I have… I can’t.”

Keeping one hand on my hip, his other hand held my face as he looked in the eyes. “Feel that baby… feel it… you stretching to fit me… tell me how it feels?”

“Good… soooo fucking good!” I screamed out.

His hand gripped my ass tighter. “You like when I make you feel good? Tell me… matter fact, show me that I make you feel good.”

I held his face and shoved my tongue down his throat, while his hand returned to my waist, and slammed me down even harder. “Hold it for me… don’t let it go until I’m ready.”

“Until… until you ready?” I blurted.

Wham!

His hand came down onto my ass and I squealed as I bit down on his neck. “Until I’m fucking ready. You told me you wanted to be fucked. I’m doing what you asked. Tell me no, Bleu.”

I couldn’t tell him no because I wanted this. Feeling my pussy stretched around him as he relentlessly fucked me was something I needed. I bit down on his shoulder and screamed into it while we both collected sweat, and he never stopped.

His body slowed down, and he lifted me up and down slowly while looking at me. “Coat my dick for me, Bleu.”

Landon’s crooked smile, the sweat that accumulated on his forehead and his muscles bulging from holding me in this position and doing what I asked him had me ready. It almost felt like I was peeing with how hard I came.

His body twitched, and I could feel him pulsating inside of me. Just that quick, he switched, and he was so gentle as he kissed my lips down to my chest. I felt his hands roam all over my ass as he pecked every piece of me.

Collapsing on my back, I stared at him, not knowing what to say or do. His fingers slid down my body, gently, and with intention. As if he was making my body a promise without saying a word.

He climbed out the bed, his dick still erect and wanting more. Landon also knew his limits and knew he would crush me if he went again. “I ain’t no fucking stranger no more either. Come on, Bleu, we going to my crib so I can shower and change.”

“I cannot even walk… we can’t take the train,” I complained and put the pillow over my head.

He held his phone to his ear and said something before picking up my leggings and thong. “Grab some clothes so you can shower at my house.”

“Uh, huh.”

“Why you staring at me like that?” he questioned.

I was staring at him like I would pop out of a jar of relaxer if this nigga gave this dick to someone else. Still, I had to play it cool because no attachments.

Right?

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