Page 8 of Krist and Moanie (D-Ville Projects #3)
“Shit wet as fuck, inviting me in.” He spoke low and raspy. “You want me to taste you, Moanie?’
Again, I nodded.
“Nah, I wanna hear you tell me.”
Yep, my dignity had abandoned me. “I want you to taste my pussy.”
He smiled then sent his index and middle finger along the sides of my flesh. “You sure about that?”
“Mhmm,” I moaned, feeling him explore. He was teasing me on purpose.
“Shit.” I sat up on my elbows the moment he dipped his lips between my legs. The way his tongue swiped against my bulb was wicked.
One swipe and he was sending the strongest voltage of electricity through my body. It was like he crashed my brain.
“You want me to kiss this motherfucker, don’t you?” He played in with my wetness, massaging my clit with his index and middle fingers. I wanted to look at him so badly, but my brain was short circuiting, overfilled with pleasure.
“Bab..by,” I moaned, but he dove right in, eating my center like we hadn’t just eaten a few hours ago.
Then he lifted his head, locking eyes with me. “Sit the fuck back, I got this.” He plunged his face again, sending more electricity through my being. Fuck a jolt down my spine, I had those shits all over my body. It was like his lips were channeling it through my body.
I nipped at the inner part of my cheek, feeling my legs trembling under his grasp. He told me to sit the fuck back, and I wanted to, but I couldn’t. The way his mouth nipped at my flesh should have been studied.
I came so hard moments later that I just knew getting up wasn’t an option. By that time I was lying on my back, body coming off a ride I didn’t know was possible.
“I knew that motherfucker was sweet. My lil Honey Bun.” He moved to the side of the bed and went into his nightstand. He retrieved a gold wrapper from the first drawer, then stood in front of me.
I watched him push his sweats and drawers down and my eyes immediately went to the long, thick, perfectly shaped dick hanging halfway down his thigh. Once he had the condom secured, he leaned down, pulling my body closer to the edge.
He rested his dick at my center with a smile before he began to play in my wetness with it. “You so fucking wet for me, Moanie.”
I couldn’t respond because not a word coveted my mind. The anticipation of him inside me left no space for anything else.
“You want me in here?” he asked, pressing against my clit with a grin.
I moaned. “You know I do.”
“Then open up for me, Honey Bun.”
My brain stared to race, mind wondering how open he wanted me to be while my legs did the fucking work. That work was me literally doing a split, back and ass against the bed while my legs did exactly as he asked.
He stood there gripping his girth with straight up lust, but he took his time. Then he began feeding himself into me.
Shit, the pain felt so good I forgot to breathe. How the fuck could I stop breathing? Easy, like this.
He filled me in one thrust, then pulled back, eyes remaining on me the whole time. “You want me to stop?”
“N-n…no,” I stammered quickly without any mental balance or clarity. My brain was crashing in the best way possible.
He leaned down and kissed the side of my face before pushing his lips against mine and thrusting into me so deep I just knew something in there was bruised. It was not medically possible, but something was. It had to be.
He kissed and sucked at the O my mouth had been frozen in while locking my hands above my head. This moment couldn’t be real.
Another pull back, then boom he bottomed out again, repeating the same motion, and fuck me, I was just there witnessing the tumultuous pleasure he fed into my body.
“You feel that, Moanie?” he asked, voice heavy and guttural. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was struggling too.
“Mhmm,” I moaned, biting into my teeth when he gave me my lips back.
Shit, he gave me my lips back.
“Nah, lift your head and look down there.”
I couldn’t believe he was requesting anything of me from the way he was rocking into me.
Shit was unheard of, but I did what he requested, lifting my head just enough to see where he left room for me to view where he and I were connected…
where the welcomed assault was taking place even though I felt it all over my body.
His condom covered dick propelled in and out of me soaked in my juices.
It was probably the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
“You see that shit?” he asked again.
“Yesss,” I moaned as he began to pick up the pace, slamming into me.
“This all me. You all me. Now let that shit go,” he concurred and demanded in the same statement, sending both my mind and body into the type of frenzy that could only be described as cumming the hardest I had ever in my life.
Not only was this nigga a poet, he had to be a magician, because there was no way my body bent to his will that fast with no warning in sight. What in the sorcery?
He plunged into me a few more times, sending my orgasm into overdrive in the process, cumming as well.
When he came, he shook, body jerking before he collapsed on top of me.
Maybe he was squishing me, but my mind didn’t take it that way.
His kisses to my inner neck and my body’s need to wrap around him made him feel like he belonged.
Yep, I had fucked up. Because instead of making this man fall in love with me, I could see myself falling in love with him and losing my damn mind.
After we both finally caught our breaths and cleaned up, we were back in his bed with a fresh blanket. I was in his arms, spooned into his chest, probably about to get the best sleep I’d ever had in my life when I heard him.
“Yeah, you stuck, Doc.”
I smiled and closed my eyes… I didn’t mind being stuck to him. It didn’t sound like that bad of an idea to me.