Page 55 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

“Nothing,” I smile. He hisses and gets up. “Yuh vex?” I ask, looking at him sitting on the sofa next to my bed. It obvious Zara.

“Mi like wen yuh clear with me yuh zi me... doh just seh nutt’n when you have a reason,” he says.

“Okay so..” I start. “Mi just nuh feel comfortable when mi know seh mommy and Mama in the same house as me... I don’t like that, so don’t bother go think seh mi lead you on fi just stop you cause mi know that’s why yuh get upset and I want you,” I say, surprising the both of us as I get off the bed walking over to him. A cya Zara this.

He smirks. “Yuh can come stay a mi yard enuh.”

I laugh. “Nope, I don’t wanna get pregnant,” He chuckles at me. I’m on pills anyway, but that’s a no no for now. When man ready fi run yuh out, yaffi come back a you mother yard like a poor thing. And that a nuh Zara style.

His eyes much darker now, and just like that, that feeling comes back and I feel like a totally different person. I straddle, kissing him and he holds my waist, fingers sinking in my flesh. I melt in his gaze, my breath hitches. Whew.

“Zara yuh just say—” I press my hand over his mouth. He smirks. I move down to my knees, he raises his brows in amusement. He tilts his head back.

“Weh yuh deh pan? Demon time?” his eyes dims.

He grips my throat. His bottom lip tucked in.

I pull back from him and reach for my rose.

I can’t tell the last time I used her. He relaxes, making me smile.

As I slowly approach him, his legs rocking, our eyes lock together, I click the button.

He smirks at the sound of it whirring. My heart is racing. Zara?

“So you a gwaan?” he tilts his head, I reach down with the vibrator, it flicks at my clit so fast that my body jerks.

I close my eyes, my hand in his, my knees pressed against the cold tiles—I take him in my mouth, his eyes low.

Giving head couldn’t possibly get any better than this.

With the thrumming from the vibrator, and the delicious hardness in my mouth, my eyes roll back.

He’s smiling, I smile too, my mouth full.

On the verge of choking, my gag reflex betrays me slightly, I hold my breath.

I can tell that he likes that from the way his body tenses.

I swallow him, staring deep into his eyes.

“So you a gwaan?” he speaks. His low, deep voice fills the room.

He takes the rose, slicked with my essence and places it against my folds.

My breathing is already ragged; body trembling.

I ease him out of my mouth, the veins poke out as it springs back.

I pause to catch my breath, and the vibrator between my thighs makes me shiver. I lean in to suck on his neck.

“Yes...” I say in between moans.

I reach for him again, placing kisses around the head. Slurping the saliva, one hand caressing the base of him, the other rolling his balls. He turns up the speed of the toy. I claw at his skin.

“Say my name,” I speak seductively as I stand. He looks up at me enchanted. I hold onto his shoulder with one hand, my next hand pumping him fast. So fast, he climaxes against my palm, his cum splashing up.

“Zaraaaaa..” he groans, his eyes dropping to my hand’s motion. “Siddung pan it nuh, yuh fraid?” he teases, pulling me close.

I’m too far gone to let the opportunity to release my inhibitions pass me by. I bring my leg over and sit on him. I widen my mouth, the vein in his forehead protrudes. I hold my stomach. His hand pressing my hips as I cry out his name shakily, the pleasure consuming me.

“Ni—ccckkkooiii,” I moan, it’s almost too great to bear.

“Shhh,” he whispers, placing a hand over my lips.

I hug his shoulders tightly, rolling my hips in rhythmic circles. I glance over my shoulder, savoring the view of my ass cheeks on his lap, both in his big hands. It’s such a sexy view. Hands veiny. His fingernails sink into my skin, leaving a mark of desire. I hate that weird ring on his fing—

“Ohh..” I sob, bouncing on him.

He doesn’t let go of my ass. His groans are muffled against my skin, lips around my nipples.

I close my eyes, just cuddling my man. I feel him jerk in me.

I clench my walls against him. My grip makes him smile.

I moan softly, face buried in his neck. I pull him down to the floor with me, my legs spreading wide.

He falls between my thighs, our bodies entwined.

“I can’t... I can’t...” I say as he drives long strokes in me.

“Can’t what?” he pants, his strokes growing more intense.

I bite back a cry, my face wet with tears. He pulls out, then slips in again almost stab like motions. I tie my legs behind him, the room filled with wet sounds.

“Can’t... live without you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

“Mi know baby,” his voice thick with emotions. “How yuh think man feel?”

“You feel the same...” I gaze into his eyes. They’re low and dark with lust.

“Mhmmm,” he hums, thrusting deeply. He pauses in me. I stir.

“I want... you... to stay... safe,” I say through sobs as he moves again.

My back sliding against the cold tiles. I kick my leg up, giving him more access as I climb my high.

My face contorts in pleasure, sweat coats my eyebrows, and pleasure bursts through my body.

The aggression makes my hair stick to my forehead.

In seconds, we both feel it coming. We’ve reach our brink.

Our hug tightens, melding together as pleasure explodes.

Bodies slithering against the floor, my clit throbs, and my cum trickles down my inner thighs.

“Nickoiiiiii...” I whine, my voice a desperate plea.

“See how yuh wet?” He caresses my folds.

I arch my body off the floor, tensing as he bursts off in me. I moan for him, my nipples are rock hard and my breathing is out of control.

Footsteps approach suddenly. “Zara?” the voice calls. It’s Mama. I stay quiet.

“A wah mommy?” My mom’s voice comes from the front room.

“Mi could a swear me hear some noise but Zara a sleep,” Mama calls out.

The bathroom door opens. I just smile, hooking my legs over his torso and hug him .