Page 10 of No Gemini Does it Better (BLP Signs of Love #2)

I instinctively rocked the rose back and forth in the palm of my hand, gently pressing it against my clit until I found the perfect pressure.

My body jerked forward before tensing up. “Yes! Yes! Don’t stop, Kareem! It’s so fuckin’ good!”

Kareem’s feather-like tongue strokes edged me closer and closer to my orgasm. “Cum for me,” he commanded before spitting inside my pussy.

His fingertips drifted over my nipples, igniting trails of fire as the whisper-light caress of his tongue against my clit made me shiver in anticipation. He flashed his hungry eyes up at me as his tongue slipped and slid across my soft folds.

I kept my eyes trained on him with my mouth gaped wide open. “I’m fuckin’ cumming for you. Keep going. D-don’t s-stop,” I stuttered.

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced—relinquishing all control, becoming nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure and mine.

It was mind-altering, to say the least. He slid a finger inside me while I pressed and turned the toy against my throbbing clit, squirming against the couch.

I was certain my neighbors could hear my moans and squeals through the walls, but I didn’t give a fuck.

“Oh shit! Don’t stop, Kareem! I can feel it. I’m about t-to?—”

I couldn’t even finish my sentence before my toes curled, and every muscle in my body contracted, leaving an instant puddle all over his beard and the couch underneath us.

I’d squirted uncontrollably, coating his sweet lips with my love juices.

He slurped up my cream like it was a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Peanut Butter Cup ice cream, licking up every single drop.

Nobody had ever made me flood like?he did.

“Mmmm. That’s exactly what I wanted,” he announced, admiring the sheen of love juice and sweat across my body.

“Oh my God! I—I’ve never—” I panted, unable to finish my sentence.

“What? You never squirted before?”

“No. Never.”

“How’d it feel?” he asked.

“Too damn good.”

“You know I’m not done with you yet, right?

” he probed, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Suck it,” he commanded, the thick length gripped in his hand, dick hard as a missile as he brought it toward my face.

“Show me why I should give you this dick. Make me want to fuck that sweet ass pussy of yours even more.”

I swallowed hard and looked up into his eyes.

What the fuck did he mean make him want to fuck me?

I already knew he did. He was holding out for some reason.

Still, I obeyed as heat flared across my skin.

There was no room for hesitation, no space for mind games.

This was raw and real. He wasn’t just a man.

He was a master hunter, and I was the prey who’d wandered right into his trap.

His hand found its way into my braids, grasping them firmly like a silent assertion of control. “No teeth on my shit either, or I’ll make you wish you’d been more careful. You feel me, shawty?”

There was iron in his tone mixed with his Southern accent and steel in his grip, reminding me that this wasn’t going to be a soft encounter. Still, his authority sparked a strange sense of fight in me—the urge to be the best.

I nodded, a silent submissive to his demand, and parted my lips to accommodate him.

The saltiness of his melanated skin hit my tongue first, and then the velvet hardness of him filled my mouth.

There was an art to this, a dance of power and surrender.

He was the choreographer, and I moved to his unspoken rhythm.

“Mm, shit,” he murmured, approval lacing his voice as he watched me work. “More,” he instructed, his other hand trailing down my back to rest at the back of my head, anchoring me to the present. “Show me how bad you want it.”

And I did. I showed him with every suction, every swirl of my tongue and tightening of my jaws, the desire that burned inside me for him, for this untamed pleasure that promised to consume us both.

I took him deeper, and my mouth stretched to its limit around his girth.

My long tongue flicked and swirled with every thrust as my tongue slid up and down the base of his dick, which was a couple of shades lighter than the rest of his dark chocolate body.

I licked up and down the shaft, treating his dick like a sweet chocolate candy cane.

His grip on my braids tightened a lifeline that both commanded and controlled me.

The intensity built, an overwhelming force that left no room for air or protest. Tears blurred my vision as they started to fall from my eyes, leaving tracks of ruined mascara on my cheeks.

But vanity held no place here. All that mattered was the burning need to please him, to bring him to the edge as I teetered on my own.

“Fuck. That mouth do damage, shawty.Keep goin’ just like that,” he groaned, his hips moving with an animalistic purpose.

But then, suddenly, he withdrew, leaving a void where warmth and pressure had once been.

Kareem’s words kept my pussy running like a faucet.

My body screamed for more, for anything to saturate the flames he’d fueled within me.

“Fuck it, I can’t wait any longer,” Kareem expressed, his voice filled with a hunger I recognized all too well. “You ready for a nigga?” His tone was like dark honey, sweet yet threatening to overwhelm me.

Shackled by desire, I was completely, utterly at his mercy. I couldn’t think. Anticipation and my own need made my head swim, and my thoughts disappear. All I could do was nod.

“Wait,” I finally managed to get out, my voice breaking, raw with the need that clawed at my insides. “Condoms. W-we need condoms.”

“You got any?”

“Yeah. They’re in a box inside my top dresser drawer.”

“Bet. I’ll be right back.”

Trapped in anticipation, I couldn’t see him, but his presence was undeniable, a phantom touch that promised to become so much more.

The seconds stretched on, and I listened to the competing sounds of the wind's howl and the soft hum of my blood roaring in my ears until, finally, I heard the sound of gold foil tearing as he made his way back down the hall.

Then, there was the snap of a Magnum condom being rolled into place.

I gasped when I felt the head of his girthy dick slip between my juicy folds, gathering my moisture as he teased me, rubbing that thick head around my clit. I couldn’t help it. My hips moved, circling for him, begging him for more.

“Ooh shit, Kareem. Don’t stop. That feels so good.”

I heard him chuckle before his free hand came down on my throat in such a harsh way that I knew my voice would be hoarse.

He traced along my jawline while letting his erection tease my clit again.

My nails dug into his flesh as he circled his hips while pushing deeper inside my sweet spot.

Just as I got used to the cadence of his stroke, he unraveled my legs from around him and placed them over his shoulders so that my ankles were at his ears.

The tiny charms on my fourteen-karat ankle bracelet rattled as Kareem hit my G-spot with every earth-shattering blow.

Kareem’s heavy breaths were a seductive rhythm in the shadowed room as we switched positions, and he situated himself behind me.

The tension in the air was thick, electric with anticipation.

He bent me over the side of the couch and fucked me doggy style.

He pushed deep inside my warmth, making sure I felt every inch of him.

I had no idea how all of him fit inside of me, but every inch fit like a glove.

I moaned. “Ooooh shit, Kareem.”

His name slipped from my lips, a whisper born of yearning. In response, his palm smacked sharply against my ass, a clear reminder of his dominance.

“Throw that ass back for a nigga.”

I pushed back against his thick wood while edging closer to my peak. I loved the sound of my ass slapping against his bare thighs. The pounding rhythm was firm and constant.

“Oh fuck! Oh my God! You’re gonna make me cum!” I squealed as he continued fucking me with no mercy.

I screamed his name until my voice went hoarse. More of my juices were gushing down my inner thigh as he replaced his thickness with the heat of his tongue, curling his lips around my clit before sucking hard.

“Ahh shit! Yes! Yes!”

Kareem slurped my pussy from behind like a popsicle in the middle of a heatwave. I lost all control of my motor skills and speech as my body quivered helplessly under his tongue’s command.

Just when I was on the verge of cumming again, he slid his dick back inside me, sending me into a dickmatized frenzy. I bounced back against him, wanting to feel every inch of him.

“Mmm, yes. Go deeper, Kareem! You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum again!”

“Damn, this pussy feels so fuckin’ good, shawty. That pussy ain’t never been fucked like this before, has it?”

I shook my head, on the edge of exploding. “No! Don’t stop, Kareem. Please don’t stop!”

He obliged, delivering one backshot after another, baptizing his dick in my ocean of desire. He reached around and spread my pussy lips to massage my clit. I tossed my head back against his hard chest with my mouth wide open.

“Ooooh shit! Yes!”

“Stick that fuckin’ tongue out, Sawyer.”

I accommodated his request, panting like a thirsty dog with my tongue out. At that moment, he probably could’ve gotten me to do anything he asked. His dick may as well have been a loaded gun to my head. Kareem leaned forward, placing an X-rated kiss against my lips, sloppy tongue and all.

He lifted my right leg on the arm of the couch and locked both of my arms behind my back before fucking me so good I knew I’d pass out. He buried his erection deep inside of me, edging me to yet another back-breaking explosion.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” I told him, the words sounding foreign as they slipped from my lips.

I watched the sticky, wet rubber hit the ground before taking the tip in my mouth and slobbering on it like a dog to a chew toy.

“Oooh shit, you nasty. Get that dick nice and sloppy,” he instructed while gripping the sides of my face to inch himself deeper down my throat.

His stance was wide and firm as he tapped his dick against the length of my tongue. I wrapped one hand around the base of his dick while the other caressed his balls. My lips curled around his thickness once more, tasting the sweetness of his pre-cum.

“Mmm shit, Sawyer,” he groaned. “Suck that shit just like that, shawty. Just like that.”

Hearing my name on his tongue only fueled me to keep sucking until I was certain his soul had left his body.

I ran my hands up his rich dark chocolate thighs, sucking harder.

I was determined to show him the other set of oral skills I had.

His fingertips raced through my braids as I continued to work my mouth muscles.

“Fuckkkkkkkk!” Kareem growled, dripping his warm cream into my mouth.

He leaned against the couch for stability as I swallowed his children in one satisfying gulp. Seconds later, a deep chuckle slipped past his lips. “Damn, shawty. I thought you said you drew the line at bodily fluids.”

I smirked. “Guess I just crossed it.”