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Warnings: MDNI! 18+, Roommates, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Terry has a Dom Side. P in V, Oral (Fem Received).
Imagine waking up, walking on eggshells all because you and your roommate don't get along.
Sierra pulled herself out of bed, grabbed her house robe and walked downstairs carefully not to wake the big ass bully sleeping three doors down.
As she made her way down to the kitchen, she decided to only cook breakfast for herself since they got into a heated argument last night, she wanted Terry to suffer.
Deciding on a hearty breakfast, she made an omelette, turkey bacon, eggs with an assortment of fresh fruits, and some freshly squeezed orange juice.
Guessing the smell woke Big Grumpy up.
Terry walks in the kitchen not addressing you.
βWell good morning to you too.β
He glances at you briefly, his hazel green eyes cold and distant as he grabs a beer from the fridge.βAight. Morning I guess.β
He pops open the can and takes a swig, his muscular tattooed arm flexing with the motion. Terry leans against the counter, eyeing you up and down appraisingly.
βYo, you got plans today or what? Tryna keep it on the low, ya feel me?β
His voice is gruff and dismissive, clearly hoping you'll make yourself scarce so he can do whatever he pleases without interruption.
He shrugs noncommittally, taking another long pull from his beer. βCool, cool. Just don't be all up in my grill, aight?β
Terry sets the can down and starts rummaging through a drawer, pulling out a lighter and some rolling papers. He begins skillfully rolling a joint with practiced ease.
βI'm expectin' company later if you catch my drift.β
He smirks knowingly, his pink plump lips curling into a suggestive grin as he licks the edge of the paper to seal it. βSo maybe bounce for a few hours, yeah? Give a bro some privacy to get his freak on.β
His tone is blunt and entitled, clearly used to you accommodating his extracurricular activities.
Terry's casual attitude and suggestive comments make it clear that he's expecting some intimate company and wants you to give him space for it. He's not shy about his intentions, using phrases like "get his freak on" and a knowing smirk to convey his plans. His request for you to "bounce for a few hours" is straightforward and assumes that you'll be accommodating his needs.
βUhhβ¦ this is my apartment too! So no, I'm not about to βbounceβ!β
Terry raises an eyebrow, looking at you like you're being obtuse. βOh, word? This is your crib now too huh?β He snorts derisively, taking a hit off the joint before exhaling a stream of smoke. βWell ain't that somethin'. You best be mindin' your manners then, 'cause I run this half, understood?β
He steps closer, invading your personal space as he looms over you, his towering frame and intense gaze making you feel small. Terry flicks ash from the tip of the joint onto the floor before grinding it out under his heel. βJust remember, I'm the one payin' the bills around here. So if you wanna keep livin' here, you better learn to play nice. Capisce?β The unspoken threat hangs heavy in the air, leaving little room for argument.
βAs if I donβt help you pay them too Terry.β Sierra said slamming her fork down.
Terry scoffs, rolling his eyes at your retort. βOh please, like your measly rent check covers half the expenses.β He smirks condescendingly, leaning back against the counter once more. βI'm talkin' 'bout the real costs - utilities, property taxes, maintenance... You think you're shouldering equal weight in this arrangement? Please.β Terry crosses his bulging arms over his chest, his biceps straining against the fabric of his tank top. βBut hey, since you brought it up, why don't you cough up some extra cash, aight? Maybe that'll shut you up and remind you who's really callin' the shots here.β His tone is mocking, a clear challenge aimed directly at you.
You take a deep breath, unfazed by Terry's posturing. "Oh, I see how it is," you respond, matching his condescending tone. "You think throwing your weight around is going to solve anything? Newsflash, Terry: I know exactly what the 'real costs' are. I'm not some naive little kid you can boss around."
You step closer, holding his gaze steadily. "And if you think I'm not pulling my weight, then maybe it's time you actually sit down and do the math. Maybe then you'll realize that your 'extra cash' demand is just a power trip. I pay my share, and then some. So, how about this: you back off, act like an adult, and we'll have a civil conversation about this. Otherwise, you can keep your macho act and your ridiculous demands to yourself."
Terry lets out a low, amused chuckle, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly nods. Alright then, Sierra. If you're dead set on stickin' around, I reckon I can accommodate that. He leans back, folding his arms across his broad chest once more.
βJust remember, when I bring my friends over, they're lookin' for a good time, and that includes with you if you're willin' to participate.β His tone is matter-of-fact, devoid of emotion. βSo either you're down to join the fun, or you need to find somewhere else to be while I've got company. Your choice.β
Terry's gaze is challenging, daring you to defy him further. The air between you crackles with tension, each of you waiting to see how the other will react to this ultimatum.
You hold Terry's gaze, refusing to back down from his challenge. "You know what, Terry? I'm not some toy for you and your friends to play with. I have my own life, and I won't be bossed around like some kind of plaything."
You pause, letting your words sink in. "But I'm not going to run and hide either. I'll be here, and if your friends can respect that, then we won't have a problem. If they can't, well, that's on them. I'm not going to change who I am or what I do to accommodate their 'good time."
Terry raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Suit yourself, Si. But don't say I didn't warn you. My friends can get pretty rowdy, and they're not exactly known for their subtlety. If you're gonna hide in your room, make sure it's soundproof. Wouldn't want you getting disturbed by all the... fun." He winks, emphasizing the last word with a leer that makes his intentions clear.
He pushes off from the counter, taking a step closer to you. "But hey, if that's what you want, who am I to stop you? Just don't come crying to me if you change your mind and want to join in. Once the party starts, the rules are a little... different."
βIβll rather stay in my room to be dealing with yall lame asses.β
Terry shrugs, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes before he quickly masks it with a nonchalant smirk. βSuit yourself, then.β He turns away, heading back toward the front door. βJust don't go gettin' all huffy puffy if you hear some moans echoin' through these walls, aight? It's just business as usual.β
With that, Terry exits the apartment, closing the door firmly behind him. The sound of his footsteps fades down the hallway as he disappears into his own unit, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the weight of his parting words.
Several hours later, the sound of raucous laughter and muffled voices filters through the thin walls of the apartment. Terry's deep baritone mingles with feminine giggles and the clinking of glasses. Suddenly, there's a sharp rap at your bedroom door, followed by Terry's voice, slightly slurred but still commanding.
βYo, Sierra! Open up, would ya? Got someone here who's dyin' to meet you.β There's a pause, then he adds with a chuckle, βAnd trust me, you don't wanna miss this. C'mon out and play nice, yeah?β
You open the door. βYes Terry?β
Terry stands in the doorway, leaning heavily against the frame with a lopsided grin plastered on his face. His usually neat braids are slightly disheveled, and his shirt is untucked, giving a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abs. Behind him, you can see a group of scantily dressed women standing behind him and whoever his friend was , their eyes roving hungrily over Terry's form.
βWell, well, well. Look who decided to grace us with her presence.β He slurs his words slightly, clearly a few drinks deep already. βSierra, meet my main man, Jermaine. Jermaine, this is my sexy lil' roomie I was tellin' y'all about.β He gestures vaguely to a heavyset man with a gold chain who waves lazily in your direction.
Sierra looked at Jermaine and back at Terry with pure disgust. βNot interested.β
Jermaine, with a smirk, eyes you up and down, taking in your appearance with a slow, deliberate gaze.
βAin't you a sight for sore eyes?β He chuckles, his voice a deep rumble. βTerry here has been talkin' 'bout you non-stop. Said you got a mouth on you and a body to match.β He flirts, his gold chain glinting in the light. βCome on in, don't be shy. We ain't got no strangers here, only friends we ain't fucked yet.β He lets out a hearty laugh, and the women around him giggle, their eyes still fixed on Terry
βOh yβall got me bent. Iβm not fucking your big ass! βYou yelled as you pushed passed the both of them, going downstairs.
Terry pushes off from the doorway, stumbling slightly as he makes his way to the couch, flopping down next to Jermaine.
βYeah, yeah, ignore his crude ass.β He waves a hand dismissively at Jermaine. βHe thinks he's all that and a bag of chipsβ He turns to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. βYou wanna drink, baby? I got tequila, vodka, whiskeyβyou name it.β
βNo Terry, I donβt want a drink.β
βIght Si, Iβm goinβ to go get the rest of us some drinks.β
Jermaine watches Terry leave, then turns his attention back to you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in your reaction.
βSo, you and Terry got a thing goin' on, or what?β He asks, his voice a low growl. βHe's a good dude, but he's got a wild side.β He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gold chain swinging freely. βYou gotta keep up with him, or he'll run right over youβ. He pauses, his eyes never leaving yours. βBut I get the feelin' you ain't the type to back down from a challenge. Am I right?β
βTo be honest, we canβt stand each other.β
Terry stumbles back into view, draping himself over the back of the couch where the women are seated. He grins at you and Jermaine, his eyes glazed over with alcohol and lust. βAww, don't be like that, Jermaine. Sierra and I got our own special arrangement, ain't that right, baby?β He winks at you salaciously before turning his attention to the woman beside him, nuzzling into her neck and making her squeal with delight.
βA definitive statement of a hoe!β You said grabbing some snacks from the kitchen.
βMan whatever, Si! You just donβt like me cause you want me.β
βNah nigga! YOU mad cause you canβt fuck me!β
βOh I can, but you won't let me. Thatβs the difference. Iβll have your ass screaming, seeing the fucking stars. Try me, babygirl.β Terry whispered into her ear as he pushed her back into the counter.
Sierraβs legs clenched together at his words, letting them sink in slowly. She knew he wasnβt playing with her by the way his voice got lower and deeper than usual and his eyes dropped. As much as she hated to say it out loud, sheβd let this man ravage her, fix her attitude & more.
She couldnβt even count the number of times she spent in her room; masturbating to the sound of his voice when he was on the phone, the vivid picture of him naked in the shower; water running down his perfect body. The grunts and moans he made when he was stroking himself, letting her purposely hear him. Sheβd even have wet dreams about him between her legs, tongue buried deep in her cunt.
As the party continues in full swing, Terry periodically glances over at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of challenge and desire. It's clear he's enjoying putting on a show, trying to provoke a reaction out of you. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol, perfume, and the underlying current of sexual tension.
You got up and walked to the bathroom. After handling your business, you walk back out only to meet Terry in the hallway. You can see it in his eyes that the liquor has taken an effect on him. Terry grows increasingly bold in his flirtations and provocative behavior. He saunters over to you, a fresh bottle of liquor in hand, and slings an arm around your shoulders βYou know, Siβ, he purrs, his words slightly slurred, βI been thinkin'. Maybe we oughta renegotiate our little living arrangement.β
He takes a long swig from the bottle, his free hand trailing down your arm. His eyes glint with mischief and barely concealed hunger as he awaits your response, the party raging on around you both.
βBoy, move. You are not my type.β You try to push Terryβs built body out your way, clearly heβs not moving and youβre not pushing him enough.
βSo Jermaine is? I saw the way you looked at him when I introduced yβall. You donβt want him, you want me. Stop denying yourself that.β Terry said getting closer to you, pushing his body against yours, making you hot and flustered as he did
βYou know I canβt stand you.β
βAnd whatβs wrong with us having a little fun that we both want. You can hate me all you want Sierra, but your body canβt.β
βWell you hate me! You walk around here everyday not speaking to me or canβt even being bothered to be in the same space as me.β
Terry blinks rapidly, momentarily caught off guard by your question. He pulls back slightly, studying your face intently as if trying to discern your true intentions. βHate you? Nah, shorty. That ain't even close to what I feel.β He shakes his head, a rueful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
βTruth is, you confuse me somethin' fierce. One minute I wanna wring your neck for all the lip you give me, and the nextβ¦β He trails off, his gaze drifting over your curves appreciatively before snapping back to your eyes. βWell, let's just say you got a certain... appeal, yeah?β
You chuckle, taking another sip from the bottle before handing it back to him.
"Appeal, huh? I'll take that as a compliment, Terry. And you know what? The feeling is mutual. You confuse me too, with your crazy antics and that damn charm of yours. But that's what makes life interesting, right? The unpredictability?"
You lean in a little closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"So, do we have a deal, rommie? Or are you chicken?" You wink, challenging him one last time, a playful smirk on your lips.
Terry's eyes darken with desire at your challenge, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. βChicken? Nah, baby. You know I ain't scared of nothin', least of all a fine piece of ass like you.β He downs the rest of the bottle in one long gulp before tossing it carelessly aside, never breaking eye contact with you.
βAlright, Sierra. You want unpredictable? I'll give you the unpredictable. In one swift motion, he closes the distance between you, backing you up against the wall. His large hands come up to bracket your face as he leans in, his lips a hairsbreadth from yours. βLet's make this interestin', yeah? How 'bout we raise the stakes a bit? Winner takes all - control, submission, the whole nine yards. You game, or you gonna tap out now?β
Your heart races as you feel his breath on your lips, but you don't back down. You place your hands on his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt, and push back slightly, a defiant spark in your eyes.
"Control, huh? You think you can handle that, Terry? You think you can handle me?" You let out a soft laugh, your voice a low purr. "Alright, big talker. You're on. But remember, you asked for this. No backing out now."
You lean in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper,"And Terry? No holding back. I want to see what you've got. Let's make this night one to remember."
Terry's pupils dilate with lust at your bold challenge, a low growl rumbling in his chest as your hands press against him. In a flash, he spins you around and pins you to the wall, one powerful thigh wedged between your legs as he grinds against you. βOh, I can handle you alright, baby. Question is, can you handle me?β He nips at your earlobe before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, his stubble deliciously rough against your skin.
His hands roam your curves possessively, squeezing and kneading as he maps out every dip and swell of your body. βMmm, you feel that, Si? That's what you do to me.β He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, letting you feel the hard evidence of his arousal.
You gasp at the sensation of his body against yours, but you don't miss a beat. You reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling his head back so you can look into his eyes.
"That's all you got, Terry? You think that's gonna break me?" You smirk, your voice breathless but determined. You wanna play rough? Let's play rough."
You grind back against him, matching his intensity, your other hand gripping his shoulder for leverage. You lean in, your teeth grazing his earlobe as you whisper, "But remember, you started this. And I always finish what I start."
Terry's eyes flash with a dangerous mix of lust and admiration at your fiery response. A feral grin splits his face as he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one large hand while the other grips your hip bruisingly tight. Fuck, Sierra. You're playing with fire, baby.β He growls, his voice low and rough with desire.
He crashes his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue as he claims your mouth thoroughly. When he finally pulls back, you're both panting harshly. βYou want rough? I'll give you rough.β In a blur of motion, he hoists you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you towards his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. βLast chance to back out, shorty.β
You wrap your arms around his neck, holding on tight as he carries you, your legs locked around his waist. You smile against his lips, your voice a low, sultry challenge.
"Who says I want to back out? You think I'm scared of a little rough play, Terry? Bring it on. I can take whatever you dish out and give it right back. You ain't seen nothin' yet. Send your bitches and your friends home.β
Terry shouts from upstairs. βAight, yβall ainβt gotta go home but yβall gotta get the fuck outta hea.β He makes you giggle in his neck at his remark.
He kicks the bedroom door shut behind him, stalking towards the bed with you still wrapped around him. His eyes burn with primal hunger as he lays you down, covering your body with his much larger frame. βOh, I know you can take it, Sierra. Question is, can you handle everything that comes after?β He rumbles, his voice dripping with dark promise.
His hands make quick work of your clothes, practically tearing them off in his haste to get to your bare skin. He sits back on his haunches, drinking in the sight of you laid out before him like a feast. βFuck, look at you.β You arch your back, presenting yourself to him, a smirk playing on your lips.
"You think you're the first to try? Bring it on, Terry. Show me what you got. But remember, two can play at this game." You reach out, your hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles, before moving down to his belt, slowly unbuckling it.
"You talk a big game, but actions speak louder than words. Let's see if you can back it up."
Terry releases your wrists only to grab your thighs, pushing them further apart as he settles between them. He leans down, his lips hovering just above your breasts, his hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin. βGonna markup this pretty skin, Sierra. Let everyone know who you belong to now. He murmurs, before drawing one dusky peak into his mouth, suckling hard as his hand kneads the other roughly.
His free hand trails lower, teasing along your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to your aching center without quite touching where you need him most. He alternates between loving attention on your breasts and peppering biting kisses along your collarbone, leaving a trail of reddened skin in his wake.
You moan, your head falling back as you give in to the sensations he's stirring within you. Your nails dig into his back, urging him on.
"More, Terry. Don't hold back. Show me who's boss." You gasp as his teeth graze your nipple, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core.
You buck your hips, trying to grind against him, but he holds you in place, his strong body pinning you down.
"Please, Terry. I need you. Now."
Terry groans at your desperate pleas, the sound vibrating against your skin. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your breast. βThat's it, baby. Beg for it. Let me hear how bad you want it.β He commands, his voice rough with lust.
He sits back, making quick work of his remaining clothes, revealing his impressive physique in all its glory. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing, the swollen head already glistening with precum. He strokes himself slowly, teasingly, as he drinks in the debauched sight of you sprawled out beneath him.
βGonna fill this tight little pretty pussy up so good, baby. You ainβt gonna want anyone else. He promises darkly, positioning himself at your entrance.
You reach down, wrapping your hand around his length, stroking him in time with his own movements.
"I want it, Terry. I want you to ruin me. To fuck me so good I'll never want anyone else. Now stop teasing and give it to me." You guide him to your entrance, your eyes locked on his, daring him to hold back any longer.
"Show me what you're made of, Big Daddy. Make me yours."
With a feral growl, Terry surges forward, sheathing himself inside you to the hilt in one powerful thrust. He hilts himself fully, stretching you wide around his thick girth. βFuck, Sierra! So goddamn tight.β He grits out through clenched teeth, giving you a moment to adjust before he starts to move.
He sets a pace, stroking into you with deep, purposeful strokes that hit all the right spots. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts of exertion. βTake it, baby. This what you wanted huh? Thatβs the reason why you had all that fuckinβ attitude with me for? Donβt worry, Iβma fuck right out yo bratty lil ass.β
One hand finds your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves as he drives into you relentlessly.
You cry out, your back arching off the bed as he hits that sweet spot deep inside. Your legs wrap tighter around his waist, urging him on.
"Yes, Terry! Just like that. Harder, faster. I can take it. I want it all." Your hands grip his shoulders, your nails digging in as you meet his thrusts, our bodies slapping together in a frenzy of desire.
"Fuck, you feel so good. So deep. Don't stop, Terry. Don't you dare stop." Your words are a jumbled mess, your body on fire with pleasure as you chase your release, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
βOuuuu, I canβt stand yo ass but you fuck me so gooooood!β Sierra yelps, gripping Terryβs black sheets.
Terry throws his head back with a throaty laugh, undeterred by your declaration. If anything, it seems to spur him on, his thrusts becoming even more forceful and erratic. βAw, but your body loves me though, baby. Look how wet you are, how perfectly you're takin' my dick.β He smirks, reaching down to where you're joined, collecting some of your slick arousal and bringing it to his lips, sucking it off his fingers with a groan.
He leans down, capturing your lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he continues to pound into you. βYou can lie to yourself all you want, mama. But we both know the truth. You crave this, crave me. I'm the only one who can satisfy you like this.β
The more you tried to deny yourself of it, you couldnβt. You most definitely did crave him. More than you admit it. The way his toned body pressed into yours, the feeling of his dick massaging your walls; making you stuffed and full, the way he had your head feeling all fuzzy and dumbfucked. But you LOVED every part of it.
You kiss him back with equal fervor, your tongue battling with his as you moan into his mouth.
"You're right, damn you. I do crave this. I crave you. Now shut up and fuck me like you mean it." Your hands roam his body, feeling the sweat-slicked muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moves above you.
You can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as you climb higher and higher. You break the kiss, your head thrashing from side to side as you chant, "Yes, yes, yes! Right there, Terry. Right fucking there!"
Terry's thrusts become shorter, more erratic as he nears his peak. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there, marking you as his. βFuck. Gonna cum so deep in this pussy. Fill you up till it's leakin' outta you.β He pants against your throat, his hips stuttering as he chases his release.
You feel your own orgasm crashing over you, your inner muscles clenching and releasing around him as you cry out his name.
"Terry! Yes! I'm cumming! Fill me up, baby. Make me yours." Your nails rake down his back, leaving red welts in their wake as you hold on tight, riding out the waves of pleasure that threaten to drown you.
Your body milks him, drawing out his own release as he roars against your neck, his hot breath and the pounding of his heart the only sounds in the room as you both come down from your high.
Terry pulls out of her, only to flip Sierra on all fours, arching her back even more. He wrapped his hand on the back of her neck and the other, directly in the middle of her back. βMmm, look at this perfect ass. Could bounce a quarter off this shit.β He groans appreciatively, giving your rear a hard smack before gripping the cheeks and spreading them wide.
He leans down, dragging his tongue along your slit from front to back, circling your puckered hole teasingly. βIβm about to eat this pussy like it's my last meal. Have you squirmin' and beggin' for more.β Without warning, he seals his lips around your clit and sucks hard, two fingers plunging knuckle-deep into your soaked channel.
βKeep that ass up, if I see it fall, Iβm drilling your ass more.β A rough, hard smack clashed with her ass. This caused Sierra to yelp out in pain.
You moan loudly, your body pushing back against his face as he devours you. Your hands grip the sheets, knuckles white as you try to maintain some semblance of control.
Your words are a jumbled mess, your body on fire with pleasure as he fingers you expertly, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot inside.
You can feel another orgasm building, your body tensing as you push back against him, urging him deeper. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your moans filling the room as you chant.
Terry smirks against your flesh, giving your clit one last firm suck before withdrawing his fingers. He rises up behind you, gripping your hips bruisingly tight as he notches the tip of his cock at your entrance. βGreedy little thing, aren't you? Can't get enough of my dick.β He teases, circling your hole with the swollen head, coating himself in your slick arousal.
With a grunt, he sinks back into you to the hilt, bottoming out in one smooth stroke. He sets a punishing pace, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room as he beats your shit up. βPussy gripping me so fucking tight. Creaming my shit up so mothafuckin good.β He praises, one hand fisting in your hair, yanking your head back as he rails you from behind.
You cry out, your back arching as he pulls your hair, the slight pain only heightening your pleasure. Your hands reach back, grabbing his thighs, trying to push him back a little.
Your body is a mess of sensations, the feel of his cock filling you, the slap of his skin against yours, the pull of your hair. It's all too much and not enough all at once.
His free hand grabs both of yours. βTake this dick. You got a big mouth on you so be a big girl and stop running.β
At this point, youβre completely too fucked out to put a single word together. He had you right where he wanted you and there was nothing you could do to get out of it.
βWhereβs my mouthy bitch from earlier, hmm? Dick got you in a trance? Yeah, I know, baby. Daddy fucking knows.β Terry put one leg up on the bed and started going in. You could feel his tip poking at your cervix and your g-spot. It was too much pleasure for you and your body opened up like Niagara Falls on a rainy day.
βThere that shit go! Wet me the fuck up, princess. Good ass pussy. You've been keeping this pretty pussy from me and I donβt like that. No, Daddy doesnβt like that at all.β
Terry leans down, nipping at your ear as he talked you through it. He definitely meant when he said about you seeing stars, your ass was seeing the whole damn galaxy. Drool was coming out the side of your mouth falling onto your chest and the bed. You were completely and utterly having an outer body experience.
βYou still got them Plan Bβs in your drawer?β
You shook your head βyesβ
βGood, you gone need it. Iβm boutaβ nut all in this wet shit.β
As your climax hits, Terry follows soon after, burying himself balls-deep one last time as he emptied himself inside you with a guttural groan. βDamn! Take it all, baby. Milk every last drop.β He rasps, his hips jerking erratically as he rides out the waves of his intense orgasm.
Finally spent, he collapses atop you, both of you struggling to catch your breath. After a moment, he carefully withdraws, rolling to the side and pulling you flush against his chest. βDamn, girl. You really tried to kill me with that pussy, huh?β He jokes weakly, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to your temple.
Coming down from your euphoric high, you cling on to him. Terry holds you close in his arms. After a couple of minutes, he gets up and walks out the room. You lay there catching your breath and looking up at the ceiling. The sound of water running snaps you back into reality.
Terry comes back into the room, grabbing you and lifts you effortlessly in his arms. He carries you to the bathroom, slowly sitting you down in the tub before getting in with you. You both sit there soaking in the hot water, your back in his chest, and his strong arms soothing your body. You relax your head on him as he works his magic onto you.
βMy pretty girl. Iβm sorry for treating you like shit. Truth is I was protecting my feelings from you. I was scared you werenβt gonnaβ want me Si. I actually do love you.β He says kissing your temple.
To hear those words was like heaven to you. All those times where you both fought, argued, gave each other the silent treatment; it didnβt matter anymore. You know after tonight that the relationship between you was bound to change. You were his and he was yours. You fell asleep as he started washing your body.
Hours later, you were awakened by something feeling slimy and wet between your legs. You rubbed your eyes, wiping away the sleep from them. You looked down and saw a head moving and you knew exactly who it was. Terry had his entire mouth over your pussy.
βTerry?β You said sitting up a little.
βHush, lay back down. Let Daddy eat. I got hungry and wanted something sweet.β
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