Page 175 of Invisible Bars

She nodded, then went back to work.

That time Naji was braver—she took more. My muscles locked. I couldn’t look away. Naji’s lips were stretched, shiny andwet, and her eyes were locked on mine like she was trying to impress me—no,ownme.

“Mmm,” I groaned. “Damn, baby. You’re doing better than girls who swore they knew what they was doing.”

“Dick longer than church service—ha! Fuck!” she pulled back and shouted.

I grinned through the pressure building in my core.

“You good. Breathe through your nose next time. You’ll get used to the stretch.”

Naji took a second, wiped her mouth, then went back down. Her hand twisted at the base like I showed her. Drool ran down her chin and onto my thighs. I loved the sight of that shit.

Sloppy was good.Sloppy meant she wasn’t faking.

“There you go—fuck, Naji.”

As Naji moaned around me, the sound vibrated up my spine. My fingers tangled in her curls, and I gave her just enough pressure to guide her pace, but not enough to choke her.

“You feel that heaviness on your tongue?” I grunted. “That’s how full you got me. That’s how deep I want you.”

She looked up, eyes glazed, mouth full, trying to nod while my dick hit the back of her throat.

“Don’t stop,” I instructed, breath ragged. “Let me see how wet your mouth can get.”

Naji took me deeper. Her throat fluttered around me as she gagged again—but didn’t stop. I tightened my grip on her curls, started fucking her mouth with slow, controlled thrusts. Her throat opened for me, learning me, adjusting. She gagged again.

“That’s it. Fuck, baby. You taking me so good.”

Naji’s eyes watered, and still—still—she didn’t break eye contact. She powered through it, tears falling, spit coating everything. It wasbeautifully filthy. Her moans were shaky, full of want and frustration, but she never stopped. And that shit? That made me lose it.

I let out a low, guttural, almost animalistic growl, deep from my chest, then gripped her chin with my hand slick from her spit and my precum, and forced her to look at me.

“You feel that mess on your mouth?” I asked, my thumb smearing the mixture across her lips. “That’s me. That’s us. That’s how I want you—soaked in me.”

Naji’s thighs were clenched so tight it was like she was holding in a scream. I sat up, slid behind her on my knees, and reached between her legs—fingers brushing the heat I alreadyknewwas there.

Dripping.

“Damn, she’s wet. Naji, you’re sucking my dick and leaking at the same time? That’s what turns me the fuck on, baby. You getting off on it… on me. I ain’t even touched your pussy yet and it’s begging.”

The second I pressed my fingers against her slit, she gasped—then flinched, body jerking hard with a tic.

“Touching my soul like a demon with a foot fetish—oh God!”

I removed my hand and he leaned up. “Finish what you started.”

Naji went harder… messier. Her hand gripped my base tighter, the other bracing herself against my thigh. I could feel the shift in her. It wasn’t just effort anymore. She wanted control… she wanted topleaseme.

I let out a sharp breath, muscles tightening.

“You keep that up, I’ma bust in your throat,” I warned, voice strained through gritted teeth. “Is that what you want? You want me to cum in yo’ mouth?”

Naji nodded, but a nod wasn’t enough… not for me.

“Say it, Naji.”

She pulled back with her soft hand still gripping my dick as if it were a trophy she had won and refused to let go.