Page 29 of Only a Gemini Will Do
“Let’s see if you’ve been naughty or nice,” he rumbled in that deep, velvety Southern voice that made my pussy twitch. With that, he scooped me up into his strong arms and carried me over to the couch. Without explanation, he hiked up my pencil skirt and slowly slid my panties off. My legs automatically parted as I arched my back invitingly, revealing my wet, throbbing pussy to him, which I couldn’t see past my belly bump. There was something about the second trimester that made me horny all the fucking time. I was damn near dripping for him.
“I think harboring a fugitive definitely puts me on the naughty list this year,” I whispered with a smirk as I looked up at him.
Kareem chuckled, low and naughty. “Then I need you on all fours. Face down, ass up on this couch right now,” he commanded.
I quickly obliged, feeling him press up against my back with his dick, teasing his rock-hard length against my entrance frombehind. I whimpered with desire, ready for him to beat my pussy like a drum.
“You gon’ show Santa how bad you wanna get on that nice list?” he queried, his voice a low growl in my ear before he gently inched himself inside me.
Explosions of pleasure rocked through my body as I gripped the couch cushions, gasping for air.
“I’ll make sure you feel good, shawty,” he groaned as he started to pick up the pace, pounding into me with abandon. Somehow, his dick felt even bigger than usual, stretching me in ways I never thought possible with every stroke. I wasn’t even sure if he was going all the way in.
“Oh, yes! Fuck this pussy, Santa,” I called out, fully getting into our impromptu roleplay session.
Kareem’s long, deep thrusts hit the perfect spot each time, sending fireworks exploding behind my eyelids. He slapped my ass hard, and I moaned louder, screaming his name off-key while bucking against him.
I panted. “Yeah. Smack my ass, baby. Smack it hard.”
“You like that, huh, you naughty lil elf?” he grunted, wrapping his hand around my neck and angling my head upward to meet his lust-filled gaze. “I bet you’ve been a bad girl all year, haven’t you?”
Incoherent moans were the only response I could muster as he continued to pound into me. My whole body felt like it was on fire, teetering on the edge of orgasm. Tension twisted in my stomach, tightening like a coiled spring before it unleashed, spreading heat all over my body. I came, and the Earth stopped spinning.
“Oooh shiiiiiiiittttttt!” I squealed.
Santa’s strong hands grabbed my hips, spreading me wide open as he continued to plunge into me from behind.
“Such a nasty fuckin’ girl.” He smacked my ass hard. “You feel so fuckin’ good around this dick.”
Heat flushed my cheeks, but arousal pooled between my thighs at his crude language. I liked it when he talked that nasty shit. He fucked me ruthlessly, his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust. My second orgasm was just as intense as the first, if not more, and I screamed his name like a banshee in ecstasy.
“Yessss, Kareem! Don’t fuckin’ stop! Don’t stop! I’m close.” As soon as I gave the command, he disobeyed me. “What the fuck? Why’d you stop?” I complained, snapping my neck toward him.
“Shut up and let me eat it,” he commanded.
His soft lips were on my clit from behind before I knew it, and I found myself obeying an instinct I didn’t realize I owned until him. Kareem slid his tongue up and down my slit, wetting me up like a Super Soaker. I swear that nigga French kissed my pussy so good I felt like I was standing at the top of the fuckin’ Eiffel Tower. He flattened his long tongue against my sweet spot, lapping with slow, broad strokes.
“Ohhhh shit, yes. Right there,” I groaned, ready and willing to cream all over his beard.
His tongue had the power to possess my flower, making it do backflips under its authority. Within seconds, shockwaves of fire rolled through me, and all I heard was the blood roaring in my ears.
“Fuckkkkkkkk!” I wailed, seeing stars before everything blurred and turned to black.
My insides clenched and unclenched around his tongue, milking every last drop of pleasure. The couch creaked in rhythm as he snaked back inside me from behind, fucking me relentlessly. My back arched with each penetrating stroke, my breath coming in short gasps. I felt the sweat trickling down myspine and pooling between my shoulder blades as he pounded into me, his rough hands gripping my hips tightly. He bottomed out, again and again, forcing me to take his impressive length with each stroke.
“That’s it, shawty,” he growled into my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my neck. “Take it all.”
His pace quickened, matching the frantic beat of my heart. I felt him swell inside me, stretching me as he prepared to release his seed deep inside my womb. It was like being claimed by a possessive beast who refused to let go until it got what it wanted—and what it wanted was me.
The couch slid against the floor with each forceful thrust, setting off a dull thud that vibrated throughout the room. Muted moans filled the air as I struggled to contain my desire. His free hand roamed over my body, tracing patterns on my skin that felt like lightning bolts coursing through me. My breasts jiggled in his palms as he pinched my nipples hard enough to make me cry out, but not so much that it hurt; instead, it heightened the already intense sensations consuming me.
“Mmm, shit, Kareem! Fuck, you feel so good.”
Kareem had me screaming his name and creaming all over the couch. His beard scratched against my sensitive skin as he pulled me upright, sucking on my neck from behind and sending waves of pleasure shooting straight to my core. Now and then, our hips would grind together just right, sending shockwaves of electricity coursing through me.
With one final thrust, Kareem buried himself deep inside me and groaned loudly against my neck, setting off my own orgasm. Warmth flooded between my legs as he came inside me—hot and sticky butoh sosatisfying after a long ass day. We remained locked together for several long moments before slowly pulling apart.
Breathlessly, I shifted to look at him. His eyes were half-lidded with satisfaction while beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath too. Despite the rough exterior he showed during our encounter—or maybe because of it—I found myself falling deeper in love with him.