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He kissed me deep and slow, his lips moving with purpose, swallowing the soft moans I didn’t even realize I was making.

He took his time, his tongue sliding against mine, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me even closer like he was trying to consume me from the inside out. I melted into him, my fingers curling in the back of his head, my body flushed, hot, trembling. I wanted all of it.

Legend kissed his way down my jaw and my throat, his mouth hot and demanding, leaving a slow trail of fire down my skin. I shivered when he reached my breasts, his tongue flicking over my tight, aching nipples, sucking them into his mouth with a deep groan of satisfaction.

I arched, my thighs clenching. “Fuck,”

I whimpered, my hands fisting in the sheets, my body already begging for more.

He chuckled against my skin, his mouth hot and wet, moving lower. “You always this needy?”

he murmured, his tongue tracing a slow path down my stomach, over my navel, lower, lower. My breathing stuttered, my thighs already tightening in anticipation. And then, he was there.

Right between my legs, his broad shoulders spreading me open, his intense gaze locked onto mine. But instead of diving in, he inhaled. Deeply. Slowly. Like he was memorizing my scent, soaking it in, savoring the moment before he absolutely wrecked me.

My hands gripped the sheets so hard my knuckles ached. Legend let out a low groan, dark and satisfied. “Fuck, you smell good,”

he muttered, his thumbs brushing over my inner thighs, spreading me even wider. I bit my lip, my hips rocking slightly, trying to pull him closer. He lifted a brow, amused. “You want me to suck on this pussy so badly, huh?”

I glared, my voice breathless. “Legend...”

“Spread your legs for me,”

he ordered.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my thighs automatically obeying before I could even process the command.

Legend hummed his approval. Then, his eyes flickered up, locking onto mine, his voice smooth and firm. “No running.”

A shiver ran straight through me because I knew what that meant. He wasn’t going to let me squirm away, or pull back, or control a single damn thing. Then, he licked me. One slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue, from the very bottom to the very top, before sealing his lips around my clit.

A ragged, helpless moan tore from my throat, my hips jerking violently, my fingers clawing at the sheets. I barely had time to process the sharp, electric pleasure before he did it again and again and again. His tongue was hot and devastating, licking, teasing, sucking, like he was thirsty for my juices. Like he was feeding off my reactions, off every moan, every tremble, every desperate attempt to grind against his mouth.

My thighs shook as my hands clasped his head but he didn’t stop. Didn’t let up. Didn’t let me catch a single fucking breath. “Legend... fuck... oh, my God,”

I gasped, my body arching completely off the bed.

Legend groaned against me, the vibration sending a sharp, pulsing shockwave straight through me. “Baby, you taste so fucking good,”

he muttered, his voice deep, wrecked, almost possessive.

My stomach clenched, my hips rolling toward his mouth, because fuck, I needed more. Legend caught my thighs, pinning them open, pressing them down into the mattress, keeping me completely exposed, completely at his mercy. And then, he blew on my clit, which pulled a choked cry from my lips as a violent shudder racked through me.

Legend chuckled, licking me relentlessly. “You’re shaking,”

he murmured, his breath hot against my soaked skin. I let out a wrecked whimper, my thighs trembling uncontrollably. “Be good and take what I give you.”

Then, he buried his face between my legs, his tongue flicking, circling, sucking, alternating between slow, devastating strokes and fast, brutal flicks that had me falling, spiraling, drowning in sensation. I was completely gone. Begging this man. Moaning his name. Squirming against his lips. Legend talked me through all of it.

“That’s it,”

he groaned, sucking my clit deep into his mouth, making my body jerk violently against him. “Let me hear you, baby.”

I sobbed, my breath catching in my throat. “You gon’ cum when I tell you to?” he murmured, licking a slow, teasing stripe over me again. I whimpered, my thighs shaking so hard I could barely keep still. Legend smirked. “Answer me.”

“Yesssss...” I gasped.

“Good,”

he praised. “Cum all over my tongue, baby. Do it now.”

And then, he sucked hard, flicking his tongue against me mercilessly, not stopping, not letting up, not letting me breathe. I couldn’t take it anymore. I broke.

“Fuuuucckkkkk!”

A sharp, wrecked scream tore from my throat as pleasure slammed through me. My back arched and my entire body locked up before unraveling completely. Legend groaned, licking me through it, letting me ride the waves of my orgasm, his fingers digging into my thighs to hold me in place.

I was still trembling, still twitching, whimpering his name as he finally pulled back, dragging his tongue along my inner thigh. When he finally lifted his gaze to mine, his lips were shiny, his beard was wet as hell and his eyes were completely blown with hunger. “Look at that beautiful mess,”

he grunted, dragging a thumb through the mess between my thighs. I swallowed hard, my breath still uneven. "Your name’s Honey for real.”

No one—no fucking one—had ever made me feel like this. I had thought I knew my body. Thought I knew pleasure, thought I knew what it meant to be satisfied. I had been so fucking wrong. This shit was crazy.

His kisses trailed up my body until he reached my lips, kissing them. I tasted myself on his tongue, moaning against his mouth, helpless and raw. When he pulled back, his gaze was intense before he smirked. “Turn that ass over and arch that fucking back.”

A fresh wave of heat shot through me, my entire body tingling at the pure dominance in his tone. I didn’t even question it. I turned over, my body still weak and lazy, moving on autopilot, my knees pressing into the mattress as I slowly arched my back.

My hands gripped the sheets, my body anticipating him, craving the dick. Legend let out a low, approving growl, his large hands gripping my hips, spreading me open. And then I felt a sharp slap on my ass.

I squealed, my body jerking at the mix of pain and pleasure. “That’s what I like to hear.”

I whimpered, clutching the sheets tighter, my pussy already clenching in anticipation. I thought he was going to slide inside me. Thought he was finally going to give me what I’d been bracing for. But, much to my surprise, I felt his tongue glowing over my throbbing, overstimulated pussy.

A sharp gasp tore from my lips as my legs trembled instantly. I moaned and gasped when I felt his tongue dip lower and lower. “Legend!”

He slowly licked over my asshole, teasing me with strokes of his tongue. “Oh my Godddd...”

I gasped, my fingers digging into the sheets, my thighs shaking uncontrollably.

Legend smirked against my skin. “You better not run from it.”

I was losing my fucking mind. His hands locked onto my hips, holding me still, keeping me exactly where he wanted. I whimpered, panting and shaking. “Legend, please…”

“Please what?”

he asked, his tongue still flicking, teasing, torturing me in ways I wasn’t ready for.

“Please. Fuck…I can’t…”

Legend groaned, his tongue licking me deeper, his mouth hot, slick, merciless. “Yes, you can.”

Slipping two fingers into my dripping pussy, he fucked me while his tongue continued its relentless torture. Circling, dipping, flicking. My thighs clamped together, but he didn’t let me close them. “Fuck, Legend! Oh my God… fuck…”

He chuckled. “You bouta cum, huh, beautiful?”

I nodded frantically, my entire body shaking violently. “Say it.”

“I’m gonna—I’m gon… fuuuckkk. Legend…”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.”

He removed his fingers and sucked on my pussy hard, his tongue flicking with perfect precision, his grip locking me in place and I released. A scream leaped from my throat as pleasure ripped through me, hitting so hard, so deep, I saw nothing but the white light to heaven.

My body convulsed, my legs shaking uncontrollably, my juices spilling down, soaking him. Legend groaned against me, drinking every drop, his hands tightening on my hips, keeping me locked in place, forcing me to ride out every single wave.

I was sobbing, whimpering like a fucking baby. By the time he finally pulled away, I collapsed onto the wet sheets, my body limp, shaking, completely fucking done. I could still feel him behind me, hovering, watching, and most likely amused at the way he had me. But I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t speak. Fuck. I could barely breathe. Legend chuckled, dragging his wet fingers down my spine, his voice low and devastating. This wasn’t normal. What kind of man does this shit? What kind of man enjoys completely ruining a woman like this? I sucked in a shaky breath, my mind spinning, trying to make sense of what was happening to me.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

I whispered, my voice breathless, wrecked, almost pleading.

Legend chuckled behind me, a low, smooth sound, his warm, strong hands gliding up my back, his lips pressing against my spine. “Because you deserve this,”

he murmured, his voice dark, slow, full of certainty. His hands gripped my waist as he slowly picked me back up, lifting me onto my hands and knees again. “There you go,”

he whispered, positioning me exactly how he wanted me.

Back arched perfectly. Face down, ass up. Completely open. Completely exposed. Completely his. I whimpered, my arms shaking, my body aching for more but too sensitive to handle it. “Legend, please...”

I gasped, my voice breaking.

“Please what, baby?”

he questioned, his lips teasing against my shoulder. I quivered, glancing back at him, my eyes half-lidded, hazy, desperate. “Tell a nigga what you need,”

he demanded.

“You,”

I finally whispered, my voice barely audible. “I need you.”

That smirk of his appeared again. “That’s what I thought.”

And then he slid his thick, hard dick up and down my soaked, sensitive pussy, teasing, tormenting, making me gasp and squirm.

“Shit,”

I whimpered, my thighs shaking, my nails digging into the sheets.

“Pussy so fucking wet,”

he muttered, rubbing the thick head against my swollen clit, coating himself in my juices.

I moaned helplessly, my head dropping forward, my body on fire with need. “If you don’t…”

“Say it.”

I groaned, pressing my face into the pillow. “I need you inside me. Please.”

Legend let out a low, deep groan before plunging inside me. His thick ass, curved dick stretched me open, filling me so deep I felt him in my damn stomach. “Oh my God... fuck!”

I gasped, my fingers clutching the pillow as my toes curled.

He groaned, his grip tightening on my hips as his fingers dug into my flesh. He stilled inside me for a second, letting me feel every inch of him. “Mmhmm,”

he grunted sounding so fucking sexy, dragging his lips against my shoulder, his voice thick and guttural. “Tight ass pussy. Fuck.”

Then, he started moving. Long, deep strokes, filling me to the brim, hitting every single spot inside me that made me moan, whimper, shake. “Legend... fuck..."

“That’s it,”

he growled. “Take all this dick, sweetheart. I know you can.”

He pounded into me, his hips slamming against my ass, his grip unrelenting, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. I couldn’t run if my life depended on it. I was completely helpless, screaming, shaking, my walls clenching so tight around him that his groans turned into deep, husky growls.

“When I tell you cum on this dick, don’t hold back,”

he commanded, his pace fast, deep and so fucking perfect.

“Y-yes. Fuck, yessss…”

“Good girl,”

he groaned. “Cum on this dick, baby. Let me feel it.”

I couldn’t fight it. With one more hard, deep stroke, my entire body snapped. I screamed, my back arching, my entire body trembling violently, my climax hitting me so hard I almost blacked out. “Legeeennnddddd! Ohhhh, fuuuucckkkk!”

Legend let out a deep, wrecked groan, his pace slowing slightly as he fucked me through my orgasm, feeling every squeeze and every tremor.

“That’s it, baby. Push that shit out,”

Legend groaned, slamming into me one last time before pulling out. I barely had time to catch my breath before he grabbed his thick, throbbing dick, stroking himself as he angled my face toward him. “Open your mouth,”

he ordered, his voice dark and commanding.

I swallowed hard, looking up at him, dazed, and opened my mouth for him. He growled something animalistic with his jaw tight and his abs flexing. His large tattooed hand was tight around his dick as he stroked faster with his gaze locked onto mine. “Keep looking at me,”

he demanded, sweat glistening on his sexy ass body.

I obeyed, my eyes locked onto his, my breath ragged and my lips parted as I waited for him to finish. His hips jerked slightly before he spilled onto my tongue, hot and thick.

“Fuck,”

he hissed, his eyes full of satisfaction as he watched me swallow every drop before falling onto the pillows. Legend smirked, running his thumb over my bottom lip, his voice smooth and satisfied.

I floated in and out of sleep, my body heavy. I could barely think let alone move. All I knew was that I felt satisfied in a way I never had before. I was aching, throbbing, and sore in the best way possible as I lay sprawled out on Legend’s bed, completely drained. But even in my half-alive, half-dead state, I felt myself being lifted.

“Mmm, what’re you doing?”

I murmured, my voice thick with exhaustion.

Legend chuckled, his grip firm but gentle as he carried me toward the bathroom, his bare chest warm against my cheek. “Taking care of you."

I sighed softly, letting my eyes flutter closed again, too damn lazy and over-satisfied to say anything else. By the time I opened them again, I was already being lowered into the hot, bubbling bath. A soft moan left my lips as the heat wrapped around me, soothing my aching, sore muscles, and easing the deep, lingering throb between my thighs.

“God,”

I sighed, letting my head rest against the edge of the tub.

Legend knelt beside the tub, rolling up his sleeves before grabbing a sponge and lathering it with soap. “I know you need this right now,”

he chuckled, dragging the suds over my shoulder, down my arm.

I cracked one sleepy eye open, my lips tilting into a lazy smirk. “I hate you,”

I murmured, my voice soft and warm with satisfaction.

His tattooed hands smoothed over my skin, washing me with slow, sensual strokes. “Nah, you don’t.”

I sighed, closing my eyes again as he ran the loofah down my stomach, between my legs, his touch gentle but thorough. I was too relaxed to argue but I did manage to say, “I don’t think you're human.”

He tilted my chin up, running his soapy fingers down my throat, between my breasts. “And I think you loved every second of it,”

he countered, dragging the loofah down the curve of my waist. I bit the inside of my cheek, refusing to give him the satisfaction of admitting it outright. So I said nothing and watched his smirk deepen. “That’s what the fuck I thought.”

After letting me soak for a bit, Legend rinsed and dried me off. Then, he grabbed a bottle of oil, warming it between his hands before smoothing it over my freshly washed skin.

“You smell like vanilla and sin,”

he murmured, dragging his oiled hands down my back, over my ass, down my thighs.

I sighed, eyes fluttering closed, my body relaxed and pliant under his touch. “Feels good as hell,”

I admitted.

He continued massaging the oil into my skin with slow, deep strokes, his strong hands working me like he was still pulling pleasure from my body.

“It’s supposed to,”

he said, kneeling beside me on the bed, dragging his lips up my spine. My body melted as my eyelids grew heavier. Legend kissed my shoulder, his smirk pressing against my skin. “Get some rest, beautiful.”

I exhaled, sinking into the bed, already slipping into the best sleep of my life.