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Navy BLEU

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Landon’s hand held the back of my neck while his other hand gripped my hip as he slammed his dick into me. “You taking this dick, Bleu… tell me something.” He grunted, as I held onto the balcony, and moaned.

My body slightly jerked over the balcony the harder he went. “Uh hmmm…. Yess…” I moaned out, while he delivered another stroke.

I was on the points of my toes, holding onto the balcony while he held onto the back of my neck, and all I kept screaming in my head was I’m never leaving, I’m never leaving.

His hand left my hip, and I felt the sting from the slap he delivered on my ass, and felt his hand grip my hip again, pulling me back onto him harder. His dick felt like it was in my ribs with how hard, and how calculated each stroke was.

Landon wasn’t just fucking to fuck. He was calculated with the way that he used his dick. There was no need to rush or go slow. He had perfected the right speed when it came to hitting a woman’s spot. I found myself wanting to spin him around and ask who taught him to do these things?

Why was he so good at this?

“Get the fuck out your head, baby… fuck me back… throw all this ass back.” He slapped my ass once again, and I got out my head and joined his show.

Because let’s be real, this was Landon’s show.

His hand loosened from the back of my neck, and I felt both his hands grip my hips and slammed me back onto his dick. My head jerked back, as my hands struggled to hold the balcony railing.

He parted my ass cheeks and pulled his dick out, slapping it on top of my ass. One hand slapping his dick on my ass, and the other slapping my ass. My pussy leaked feeling the sting of the slap from his dick and then his hand.

“Put it back, baby… please,” I pleaded with him, while trying to stare back at him.

The smirk on his face told me he enjoyed torturing me, and I was as sick as he was because I wanted him to continue. Like I asked, he held my ass cheeks apart and shoved himself inside of me and I moaned out when I felt his dick stretching me.

“Oh fuck, baby… fuck!” I yelled out so damn happy.

My pussy tried to keep him inside of me each time I felt him pulling his dick from inside of me.

He spun me around and put me on the edge of the balcony while sliding inside of me.

My mother was back home in Brooklyn praying for me to have a safe trip, while I was on this island with this man’s hand around my neck, and sitting on the edge of a balcony getting fucked.

Landon held onto me tightly as he stroked this pussy like he had known it his entire life. The look in his eyes as he looked down into my eyes made my heart flutter. Biting down on his lip, he pulled me closer onto him, and I felt like if I opened my mouth dick was going to fall out.

“You told me you loved me, Bleu… you mean that shit.” He grunted between strokes, holding onto my shoulder.

I was biting my lip so hard that I was certain that I would taste blood in a few. My body jerked each time I tossed this pussy back at him. “You know I did…why…why you asking?”

He smirked, sucking on my lips, and picking me up. In the air, he slammed me down onto his dick harder with each smirk that passed his lips, and I screamed out. I tried to grab the balcony, and he moved back, while I held onto my shirt.

We were supposed to be leaving, and I had gotten smart, and he decided now was the time to show me he was about that shit.

It turned me on when he looked at me while biting that bottom lip. That grin, like he knew I would fold, and I did the minute he grabbed me up and bent my ass over the balcony.

The way I was slamming this pussy on him as he was holding me up, and standing in the middle of the balcony should have been illegal, even impossible, but his hands gripped my ass while I held him around the neck and used him like he was my personal stripper pole.

Slamming my pussy down onto his dick while he stared at me with this high.

Like he was floating and didn’t know how to come down. “Fuck me harder, Bleu… I know you can fuck this dick…. Go harder, don’t be shy.”

He walked over toward the day bed on the balcony and sat down, laying back onto his back. I planted my hands onto his chest and slid down slowly onto him, taking deep breaths because it felt so good. With the way his hands flew to my waist, I knew it felt good to him, too.

“Give me a kiss and fuck this dick, Bleu,” he demanded, and I leaned down and sucked on his lips while slamming my pussy down onto his dick.

His hands squeezed my hips as he sucked my soul through my mouth. Our tongues danced into each other’s mouth, while his hand left my hip, and held my face. “Fucking beautiful, Bleu… let me see yo’ pretty ass face while you fuck this dick.”

His words sent a chill throughout my entire body as I kissed his lips, and did exactly what he told me. I sat on my feet and lifted up, teasing the tip of his dick with my opening, which made his body jerk.

“Let me see yo’ face, Don,” I cooed, and he held onto me and slammed me back down onto him while I screamed out.

“E-fucking- nough! Damn, we waiting to leave and you fucking up there! We can hear you!” Beans hollered from below, and I slapped my hand over my mouth.

Landon wasn’t fazed, as he continued to move my body on his dick. “Beans, they’re…” I heard Greene come behind him.

“They’re fucking, Grizzle… I ain’t trying to hear all that shit when we supposed to be leaving… damn!”

Landon, still quiet, his lip tucked between his teeth lifted me up. He ignored his best friend downstairs mad because he wasn’t getting any ass. “Hating don’t look good on you, Beans,” Landon grunted, as I closed my eyes and held my moan in.

“And this nigga still going… we leaving… freaked the fuck out, bro’.” He laughed, and I heard the downstairs glass door slam behind him.

Moving my hips slower, his arms bulged with the way he was holding my hips and moving me slow. The slower pace did something to my body, had my pussy thumping. I felt like I could feel the pulse within my chest.

His gaze returned to me, as he stared me in the eyes. “Look at me, Pooh… give me that eye contact.”

I stared at him, holding onto his chest, feeling the shakes about to ensue because what he was doing to me had my body ready to unleash. “I am, baby.”

“Yeah, you my baby, right?”

“Uh huh.”

Slower rhythms.

My body moved slower.

Up…

Down…

Side by side…

Circular motions.

“Only my baby, right… you my Pooh, right?”

“Yes, baby… I am.”

“Love me, huh? You weren’t fibbing, huh?”

I was shaking my head, while scratching his chest. “Never, Lan… never.”

He lifted me slightly and then the circular motion returned. “We doing this, right? No ifs.... second guessing. Jumping full in, hmm?”

“Jumping full in, baby… don’t hurt me.”

“Never that, Pooh… I want you to do something for me, k?”

“Uh hmmm,” I moaned.

“Cum for the Don, k?”

God.

The way he stared when he said the Don had me unleashing before the words left my mouth. His cocky ass smirk on his face, ‘cause he knew I was going to cum. He understood that I wanted to unleash, and he made me hold it until he said so.

I could feel his dick pulsating inside of me, as he held me tightly onto him while he came at the same time. Collapsing on his chest, he kissed my forehead while my body felt weak.

“No more, Landon… twice in one day is crazy.”

“Going for three when we come back.” He kissed my lips, and looked into my face. “We need to shower now.”

“How?” I whined.

He laughed, rubbing my ass, allowing me to close my eyes for a little bit. Both of us remained quiet, feeling good in each other’s arms. I never wanted to move from his arms because he felt good.

“When we back home, I want your parents to meet my siblings.”

I lifted my head. “We can do that. You sure?”

“Yeah. Your mom said something to me that has had me thinking since she said it.” He kissed my lips.

“What did she say?”

“None of your business, nosey.” He kissed my nose and then slapped my ass so we could get up and meet Beans and Greene.

The entire street was packed out with music, food vendors and people dancing. We had the driver bring us instead of driving, since I had heard from the locals the traffic was a lot. There were tents with food vendors under them, picnic tables set out for you to enjoy your food, and music.

A stage was down toward the other side of the street.

Soca music played as my hips moved to the music.

We had run into Beans and Greene as we were grabbing food.

Greene was already dancing as she grabbed my hand, and we started dancing on each other.

I was vlogging, so Landon took my camera and was filming me and Greene acting up.

It wasn’t an aesthetic, or the perfect lighting.

I didn’t practice my words or actions. It was me needing to dance, feeling my cousin’s arms as we both did something that was the norm for us.

We had grown up listening to everything from Soca to reggae music, so this was in our blood.

We watched our mothers do the same thing, grabbing each other as they danced and our uncles tried to playfully stop them like they weren’t grown with kids of their own.

Music was so important to our culture. It fed our souls, when we were feeling down, or when we were feeling joy.

We could always count on the music to tell us how we were feeling.

Our body naturally reacted to the beat without us even thinking.

Greene whined her hips over toward Beans, and he was trying not to feed into what she wanted, but then she turned around and started whining on him, and his hands held her, as she danced.