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Who knew my entire life would blow the fuck up in flames, turn to ash, get swept away by the wind, trapped by mud, eaten by pigs, and shitted out, to start the process all over again? I sure as hell wasnt prepared. Getting duped by a man I thought to be the love of my entire life to find out, he is an international criminal, his name, isnt his real name, we arent actually legally married, because who even is he? ANDDD Now being eight months pregnant, all alone, single, no prospects, no money, no nothing. Sorrows and MFin prayers.
Taking a deep breath, i try to think of a happy thought. My poor child not gonna have a daddy, might as well try not to have her raging from in the womb.
Things will be fine. I will be fine. Cue up the dog sitting in the diner on fire gif. Everything is totally fine. Nothing to worry about at all.
This large headed child, I love her but her sitting on my bladder is not cute at all. Makes moments like this not ideal, especially since I have been standing in this line for the past 6 hours, waiting to be seen for a potential small business loan. I have to pee like a rocket is about to blast off any minute. I’d rather do many uncomfortable things and strange things for some change before i voluntarily use a public bathroom, but this kid got me changing my tune. Cant walk around being a Pissy Lizzy, now can I?
Because im thinking about it, the urge to pee is worse. Now im shifting from side to side, doing the pee pee dance. Damnit! Turning around swiftly, I lose my balance and just when I think, this is it, the downfall, the end of it all. Might as well go out as a big splat. Sorry babygirl, your mama tried but no dice, sweet cheeks. Bracing myself, i turn to fall on my back and just before I hit the ground, im righted so fast I get whiplash. Holding onto whomever has decided to save me and my youngin’s life, I close my eyes until the world stops spinning.
”Hold on there mamas. Cant go hurting yourself life that.”
If the voice wasnt clear enough indication that life was about to swing me into part two of Tomfoolery R’ Us, the deep brown skin, dimples, and piercing dark brown eyes was blaring red Alert signs to run and hide. My inability to let him go, followed by completely passing out in his arms, showed just how much comedy could accompany my personal Shakespearean tragedy. Life is a sneaky little bitch aint she?
“Bonjour my love!” Deaysha’s smile beams over the phone as she looks at her handsome man on FaceTime.
“Wassup Babygirl? When imma see you next? You know I can’t be waiting too too long to have you close to me. I want to be in your skin, beloved.” Trevante says, with a smoldering look and lick of his plump juicy lips, as if he can see her figure from her head to her toes, when only her face was exposed.
“That’s what I’m calling about. I need you to be ready by 7pm tonight. I’m pickin you up.” She says with a bright smile, clearly proud of herself.
“To what do I owe the pleasure Tommie? You want me to do that special thing with my…”
“Okay, okay, hush! You are in public Trevante!” She says in a whisper-yell.
“I’m just asking. Your wish is my command baby. I just need some you in my life right about now.”
“What happened? Something wrong? Who I gotta beat up?”
“A whole thug. I will tell you later when I see you. Now what am I wearing later since you have everything all planned out?” He says after a good chuckle at her lack of hesitation to fight bitches on his behalf.
“Hmmm, something scrumptious for sure. Make yourself quite lickable because I intend to be doing just that for quite a while this evening,” she says with a knowing smirk as his eyes widen.
“Well shit, why wait for 7? Slut me out right the fuck now Tommie!” He says with all seriousness as she giggles.
“In due time, my love. For now, I left you a little something on the bed in your room when I left this morning. Go open it and think of me. Ponder the events of the evening and get hype. See you in 3.5 hours baby! And you better be ready on time Mr. Diva!”
“A nigga not ready on time one time cause your nut ass uses up all the hot water and now I’m the late one? Get outta here with that shit Tommie!” He says as he skakes his head.
“You’re obsessed with being just like me, aren’t you? Just admit it?” She says with a fake stank face.
“That’s you, the way you steal each and every item of clothing I have, even my shoes that you can’t even really wear for real. Imma just buy two of everything now, cause this is ridiculous.” He says with fake annoyance, knowing deep down he loves seeing her around campus with his clothes on.
“As long as you spray a little cologne on it, I’m straight! I can’t help it my baby is just the shit and I wanna be in his skin at all times,” she shrugs.
“That can be arranged,” He says, staring at her lips, as she bites the corner of her lower lip.
“Where you say you was at again, Deaysha?” He says as he starts the car ignition up.
“Uhn uhn! I didn’t because you are not scooping me up and getting me distracted Trevante! Don’t think my government will keep me from my plans this evening! I am strong girl! I can resist your charms!”
“Tell that to that pretty ass pussy that stay exploding for Daddy. Matter fact, put her ass on the phone, she’ll tell me where y’all at,” He concludes with a nod.
“No. Only thing we can do for you is tell you we’ll see you at 7 and go open your surprise! Bye!!” She says, blowing a few kisses before hanging up.
Back in his apartment, he sees a gift box on his bed. Black wrapping paper with a black bow. A black envelope with a note enclosed.
“I find it (not) funny that I must find out the date of your birth from other negroes that are not you. Because Lord help if it was the other way around, I’m sure I would never walk again. However, since I’m such a generous lover, I want to spoil my baby for his birthday! (Don’t you ever play with me like this again!) Love you and enjoy!”
Unwrapping the gift, he finds a pair of sneakers he considered buying a few weeks prior and deferred to another time when he wasn’t as tight financially. She must’ve snuck back and got them. A smile as big as Texas slowly spreads across his face as he tries them on and dials her number. As soon as it hits voicemail, a text comes in at the same time.
“You’re welcome! I promise not to steal them. Love You!”
“Love you too. Daddy def doing that thang tonight. You better do some stretching,” he says with a gif of a guy doing wild shit to warm up in the gym.
Releasing his phone to the bed after playing Fallin’ by Joey Badass, he heads to his closet in search of his most lickable outfit, as requested.
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6:58pm
Standing in the mirror, Trevante takes a final once over. Finalizing the black on black ensemble with a spray of cologne in all her favorite snuggle spots, he was ready to go.
Barely making it through the exiting door, Trevante is stunned to stillness. Standing outside of her Chevy Equinox, his baby took his breath away in a mesmerizing black number, plotting a map over each and every curve. Her flowy braids coming together in a loose low bun, curly ends flowing freely, shaping her beautiful face.
Taking his time, he soaks in every detail of her. Matching his flow with the black on black and gold accessories, he particularly loves the golden anklet with her black ankle strapped heels. For sure, by the end of the night the heels would turn to gladiators of some sort, but he couldn’t lie, the effort was so sexy.
With a scorching intensity, his gaze lingers on her frame. Eating her up and causing her temperature to rise. Without even a word spoken, he extends his hand once he reaches her. Spinning her around ever so slowly, he grunts as he takes in each singular detail. Closing the gap between them, she holds his hands as he looks down into her eyes. His gaze so hot, her cheeks burn from smiling before letting her head fall, for reprieve. Lifting her chin with his index finger and thumb, his smile now matches her own.
“Open your mouth.”
The simple command causes her eyes to turn to saucers.
“I’m not going to repeat myself.” He reminds her pleading eyes.
After a deep breath, she obliges his request. No sooner than the lowering of her jaw did this man spit in her mouth before devouring her completely.
Mere seconds feel like hours as their tongues dance. Hard tugging and suckling until they broke for air. Trevante not hesitating to devour her neck as oxygen replenished her lungs.
“Imma do the most freaky shit thus far to you this evening Tommie. Don’t make no fucking sense how edible you look!” He says, shaking his head as their eyes lock again.
“Happy Birthday Daddy!” Deaysha purrs, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for yet another sucking face session.
Completely lost in sucking on his bottom lip like her life depended on it, only his hands making their way under the slits of her dress awakened her back to the present.
“Whoa. Hold on! Hold on! I have plans for us.” She tries to intervene as the full consumption behind his eyes told a completely different story.
“As do I,” he murmurs against her lips, spinning her around, extending her hands out onto the SUV before yanking her to him from behind, the arch an instinct at this point.
“Baby please. Let me treat you right for your birthday. Okay?” She pleads breathlessly, trying to lead him to the passenger door, getting pulled into his arms and wrapped up in him as she tries her best to wiggle from his grasp.
“We can do this, okay baby? Just one little bit at a time.” Unsure whether trying to convince herself or him, she manages to open the door only for him to sit in the passenger seat and pull her onto his lap.
“I told you, you need tints on this shit,” he says, lowering her dress and suckling a tasty hardened nipple into his mouth.
“We have a strict timeline tonight, Trevante!” She says, completely out of breath and options, only managing to smack his wandering hands and bite him anywhere she thought would be uncomfortable.
“You know I like that random shit, baby,” he says, lifting her dress above her waist, preparing to unbuckle his pants.
“Look at me!!” She yells to get his undivided attention.
“You unhand me right now, or all this body in your hands will be off the table. I would hate for you to suffer on your birthday, but if you make us miss the plans I made specifically for you, I will have no other choice.” She spits out, trying to reel her breath and desires back in.
“Okay,” he says with raised arms to his sides in surrender, hearing the seriousness of her voice in the moment, knowing she meant business.
Readjusting her dress, she climbs out of the passenger seat. Taking a few seconds to get her composure before sliding into the front seat. After selecting her neosoul playlist, placing her seatbelt on, and giving him a peck on the lips, she was off.
After a few minutes, the sex mania in the air quelled significantly and regular conversation resumed.
“Why wouldn’t you tell me about your birthday Baby? I’m a little hurt you wouldn’t say anything to me in advance. Do we even know anything about eachother?” She asks, the flare for the dramatic weaving in as she caresses his chin and beard at the red light.
“Is it weird that I’ve never really paid much attention to the day?” He says, taking her hand, turning it palm up and kissing and sucking on the pulse point in her wrist.
“Focus!” She snatches her hand away from puckered lips. “What do you mean? Tell me more.”
“Birthdays are fun and all but growing up, most time I had other shit to do. I put on a couple parties here in college but those shits played out now. I would only want to be with you anyway, so since that was the plan, I didn’t see a reason to deviate. I wasn’t intentionally withholding information, it just slipped my mind that I hadn’t told you. I thought with the “girls these days love astrology” convo we had, we got all the specifics cleared away.” He says, trying to grab her arm again as she swats him away.
“Yeah I think you were so taken aback by my Taurus bullish ways being “so spot on,” you wrote down my birthday and forgot to say yours.” She says, making a mental note to come back to the “other shit he had to do” growing up instead of properly celebrating or being celebrated for his birthday. He wouldn’t have to worrry about it this year. He was getting the Birthday King special tonight, if there ever was such a thing.
“It made so much sense, I felt I should’ve guessed it myself. A food connoisseur, hardheaded and stubborn as hell, clearly a freak, and… a little crazy,” he adds, cautiously eyeing her from the side.
“I have zero qualms about my crazy. Do you?”
“However you are is however I love you. No doubts. Ten toes down always.” He says without hesitation as a smile slowly spreads across her face.
“Aww you love little old me?” She teases.
“With everything that I am and all I will ever be, yes,” he answers with such a seriousness it brought tears to her eyes.
“Trevante!!! You’re gonna make me cry!! Since when did I become this big love of your life?” She asks, dabbing the corner of her eye. Good thing she wore waterproof mascara.
“When I felt like no matter what, you had to be in my life. If you wanted the sun, moon, or stars, you would have them. If you wanted the Earth tilted this way over the other, I would have to personally figure out how to make it happen for you. I don’t rest if you aren’t happy. I don’t know how I’m going to survive you in medical school cause let any motherfucker say something slick and tears come from those eyes over it, I have to kill ’em. No questions asked, bodies must drop and heads must roll.”
Laughing and full on crying, she peeks over at him between looking at the road.
“If I pull over, will you know how to act?”
“Hell no.” He answers quite honestly.
“I just want to hold you a little. You got my heart and feelings all open and I just want to pour love all over you and tell you how much I love you too.” She says as he wipes the fresh tears from her cheeks.
“Okay, pull over.” He says with the same serious tone.
She looks back and forth between the road and him, uncertain of what she should do.
“I won’t promise not to do anything, cause you get to pouring love all over me as you say, and you’ll be getting filled with something of mine, and true love will pour from you in a different way. But, I will try. That’s all I can promise.”
When she looks at him with questioning eyes, she’s met with a reassuring smile and a sweet caress to her cheek. Turning within the next few blocks, she follows the signs to a nature park, and parks in the lot. He could see she needed a safe space to process and feel her feelings, and he would be just that.
Getting out of the car, he walks to her side before opening her door.
“Come on baby,” he says extending his hand to her as she gets out of the front seat, attacking him with a tight bear hug.
Lifting her chin, he presses his lips gently to her soft glossy lips. Pulling her close with his hands at the sides of her neck, he puts his all behind his kiss, letting his lips convey a thousand tales, all ending in her being his baby. Swallowing her lips and tongue, he smiles as she starts writhing in his arms, trying to stifle her little whimpers. Sucking on her bottom lip like a juicy little lollipop, her face flushes with a nice rouge hue.
“Where are you going?” He smiles, finally pulling away long enough for her to get a good breath in. Wrapping her arms around him, he snuggles his face in the crook of her neck.
“I don’t know. You kissing the shit out of me. Making me feel things,” she says against his chest, holding him close.
“Feel things, huh?” He says with a slick look on his face, his lips going back to work with a new destination, the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Babyyyyyy,” she whines, pressing her thighs together, the frustration making her stomp her foot.
“Yes, baby” He says with a smirk, rolling his tongue along her tender flesh before suckling it up into his mouth yet again. Backing them up against the side of the truck, the way she was pushing and pulling on his shirt, he knew it was only a matter of time.
“We was supposed to be doing something else…talking about how much we love each other and being all soft and lovey dovey,” she says trying to slide away from him before a hand to her waist pulls her right back.
“You don’t hear all this conversation these lips are doing? You don’t feel me talking to you?”
Stomping her feet as if having a temper tantrum, he doubled down on the now passion mark on her neck. Her whimpers turn to pants as he squeezes her against the car, impressing his body as a mold to hers. He decides to be generous and relieve her agony with a well positioned knee.
“Cum.”
Just like that, she snaps. A shuddering release travels through her body as she squeezes his shirt so tight, he thought it would rip.
“Such a good little baby.” He praises, holding her and rocking her from side to side. “Go get in the front seat,” he says, placing a sweet kiss to her forehead before walking her to the passenger seat.
“You’re such a meanie. Got me out here not knowing my own name when we have a whole itinerary. I can’t stand you!”
“You truly can’t stand me. I can tell by the way you literally won’t let me go,” he says, trying to back up as she holds on tighter.
“You can’t drive to your own birthday surprise,” she says against his chest.
“Just put the address in and not the name of the place, it’ll be fine baby,” he says, giving her a kiss as he fastens her seatbelt and goes around to the driver’s seat.
“Ready to go, Buttercup?” He says laughing at the stank face she was giving him.
“Let the record show, I will show you a good time tonight despite you trying to destroy me at every turn. I’m going to take this little nap because me and my kitty are a little tired, but when we get where we’re going, it’s on!” She declares before reclining the chair, and snuggling into a comfortable position against the window.
“Yes ma’am,” he says with a big wide smile, caressing her booty as he pulls off.
Ok, so now I REALLY need to fight someone because I have no record of being tagged in this and YOU KNOW this is my story addiction. I was literally re-reading the story from chapter 1-23 and a little down that there wasn't anymore...only to peruse your page and see this lovely addition.
*takes a DEEP breath*
Ok, so I love the rapport that Deaysha and Trevante have; their phone convos are too damn sweet.
I too would like to know what other things were going on with Tre as a child that he didn't really celebrate his birthdays like that. I remember that he was really close to his grandma, but I don't remember there being any real mention of his parents, so I wonder if that relationship is strained or non-existent. Either way, I'm happy that Deaysha is, or at least is trying to, celebrate his birthday and surprise him.
The all black ensembles is cute or whateva lol. I'm usually not a fan of the lovey-dovey-matchy-matchy relationship shit, but I like it on them. Not to mention that I'm excited to see what Deaysha has up her sleeve for Tre's birthday.
Looking forward to what's up next and hoping that bs-ass tumblr lets me see the fucking notification.
Me coming back on here after an infinity to see this commentary!!!
Tumblr is dumb but I’m happy it was a pleasant surprise! This review was also a pleasant surprise for me too Boo!
You are absolutely correct, that’s all we know so far about Trevante’s fam and childhood but we’ll dig a lil more into it as we go.
They are my only version of couples goals and we truly love to see it!
Once grad school unhands me, I can get back in my writing bag. Till then, we’re all missing them. I pass my time reading the black indie books on kindle. They’ve been quite entertaining and I bought me some books about writing too so some of these unfinished can be finished. When I get back, my pen finna slay and slang all around here lol. Thanks for being patient and still supporting me!
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Feeling her legs rise, Deaysha’s eyes flutter, awakening from her brief nap. Currently lying across Trevante’s lap on the couch, watching him focused on a bag of some goodies, she was certain.
“Welcome back Sleeping Beauty. You could’ve slept a little more, if you wanted. You seem to keep rerouting my plans for you but I ain’t gonna lie, you’re super cute when you’re asleep.” His cocoa buttered skin shining as bright as his smile at her.
Arching her back and stretching her limbs, she lets out a full yawn, shaking loose any remnants of sleep.
“I’m good now, I think. Depending on what all you have in store for me, Mister Daddy Man Sir,” she smiles, rattling off names and blowing him kisses. Watching him with excitement behind her eyes.
“The agenda is pretty long but I know you like it like that, so I’m sure you’ll be happy,” he smirks with a wink, pausing to smack her clit then returning to what he was doing, now taking a rope out of the bag, making her eyes fill with glee.
“Okay, okay, I’m excited!! How do you want me?” She asks, more than ready and willing to be bound in any which way he chooses.
“You’re perfect where you are,” he smiles, shaking his head at her practically jumping up and down in his lap, ready for whatever.
Taking her right breast into his hand, he looks into her eyes as he takes her areola into his mouth. Stuffing his mouth full of her as he stares her down, he circles the red rope at the base. Releasing with a pop and smack of his lips, her plump breast falls back down, jiggling and shaking like jello, mesmerizing him.
Taking it back into his mouth, sucking harder this time, he watches her close her eyes, slightly bite her lip as she tilts her head back, whimpering as he squeezes her nipple between his lips. Smacking and tugging it, watching it harden and feeling its warmth with his titillations.
Slightly moving her hips and squeezing her legs together, creating a tension to relieve a tension. Her right hand creeps over, tentatively watching and waiting for an okay. Deep in focus, eyes closed, mouth full of titty, all his knots tied the way he wanted, he senses her reach.
“I have stuff for that. I could let you do your thing and watch. Or fill you up and let things go low and slow until you go crazy for me to leave you alone. Both very good options.” He poses, playfully licking in a swirl up to her lips.
“I guess you can choose,” he says with her bottom lip between his teeth, stretching it away from her before sucking on it and releasing it with a pop.
“You say I keep interrupting plans, so you can do yours. I have my hands forever and I’m here with you now,” she responds, now taking his bottom lip between her lips.
Bending her knees, spreading her legs, and placing her feet together, her legs now in a diamond, he takes a purple rabbit vibrator from the bag, putting some lub on it before slowly filling her with it. Once she adjusts to the size, he places the clit stimulators in place and turns the device on low. Setting that there, he returns to his previous work, this time, getting the left breast, nice, ready, wet, and bound.
Subtle moans escape her lips as she continues to fidget beneath him, her stomach tightening to his now sensory play as he runs the back of his hands just above her skin, reminiscent of a feather. His eyes very much so focused on his double D sized cupcakes, now tied into a cone shape, only her areolas uncovered.
Sucking the sensitive skin of her neck into his mouth, he slowly pinches her nipples, causing her chest to rise and breathy moans to escape her lips. Never before stimulated in this manner, she could feel the desire in the pit of her stomach bubbling up like lava. Warmth radiating from her core, her heart pulsing in her chest, head, and cooch. This man, this man, this man.
Turning up the intensity of the vibrator, he lifts her before standing and admiring his work. A red ball gag would do just the trick. Retrieving it and securing it in her mouth before binding her wrists with rope behind her back, a sinister smile spreads across his face, letting her know something was about to be fucked, both figuratively and literally.
Without hesitation, he bends her legs back by her ears, taking her breath away. Taking the slick dripping from her core, he spreads it over her asshole. The shock on her face and the smirk of his own would have been more comical if it weren’t for her impending demise.
“You’ll be fine,” he laughs. “Just relax and open up for me.” He says with a lick of his lips, pressing the head of his dick against the puckering hole. The reassurance in his voice felt like it surrounded her and coated her in pure honey. There would be nothing he couldn’t talk her into and he was gonna use that weakness everytime.
Spreading her cheeks with one hand, spitting on and circling her clit with the other, he worked his way in until he was balls deep. Turning the vibrator to the max, when that shit started spinning against that g spot and he started matching strokes, she ascended into pure ecstasy. Her muffled yelps, moans, and screams mixed with his groans and expletives, the obscene sounds of her pussy and ass being demolished simultaneously, and the reverberating smacks to her ass and thighs, a symphony.
Smacking her cheek and putting a finger in her mouth, he commands her attention.
“Eyes on me when I’m fucking you. Anything else gets you fucked up even more.” He says before smashing her breasts together and sucking both nipples into his mouth. Using the leverage he has on her body to pull her in to meet every stroke, staring down at those cute little glossy orbs of hers.
He cornered her body to the end of the couch to avoid any slick movements on her end, trying to grant any reprieve from the pure fucking she was getting. Impressed with her improving stamina, orgasm for orgasm, she had yet to try and tap out. Yet, something in his spirit wouldn’t be quite right unless she did.
Abruptly pulling out both himself and the toy caused an earth shattering orgasm to rip through her. Kissing her lips, he slowly eases her up to her knees.
“C’mere Baby,” he murmurs.
Spreading her legs until she could feel it in her hips, he has her facing the back of the couch with him right behind her. Holding her by her waist, with her head hanging back onto his shoulder, he eases himself back into her ass. Suckling on her neck with her sweet moans filling the air, tears and saliva stream down her face and chin as he strokes deep in a constant slow rhythm. He loosens and takes off the ball gag, wanting to hear her whimpers uninterrupted. Unable to resist, he begins to strum her clit like a guitar, as her entire body begins to tremble.
“Come on Babygirl. Don’t quit on me. Keep taking this shit like the good girl you are,” he encourages, as her head falls to the couch, now bitting the fabric as his three fingers join his thumb in making that pussy leak like a faucet. Sandwiching her flush between the couch and him, he was in her skin at that point. Feeling both sets of walls clench with all they had and the tightness of his balls, he knew it wouldn’t be much longer.
I love you.
The shocking words cross his mind and almost escape his lips, a feeling he didn’t know he had or even wanted. Things were complicated between himself and Deaysha for sure but his romantic history was never really one with love at the center of it. No one he encountered had ever caught more than his sexual interest, so the emotion never evolved that way. Admittedly, he’d been trying to keep his distance from Deaysha. Wanting her to try it at home first to know for sure if he was what she wanted. Truthfully, there hasn’t been a day she didn’t occupy his mind since he met her on that elevator that night. Her sweet and kind nature mixed with her refusal to let up for something she wants kept him in a trance. Nonetheless, that fire body she was blessing him with at the moment.
The thought of something more with her intrigued him but love as a concept was outrageous. Chalking it up to complex emotions, he shakes the thought from his mind as he continues the task at hand.
Holding her close to him, his hand on her chest, he circles his hips as she climbs to higher heights. Being in her skin wouldn’t have been close enough, he wanted to breathe her in, bathe in her essence. Nuzzling into her neck, he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Taking her bottom lip into his mouth, he gave her the most passionate kiss he ever gave in his life as they reached their peak.
Easing from her depths, he held her until she came back down to earth. Barely able to move at all, she cracked a weak smile up at him as he removed all the trinkets and binds. Carrying her upstairs to his bedroom, he sits her down on the bench in his expansive shower. Turning the water on, he adjusts it before slowly bathing her. Amused by her postcoital bliss and eminent adjacency to sleep, he tried to make it quick. Soft giggles escape her lips as she leans on his shoulder.
“What are you laughing at, Babygirl?” He smiles at her infectious laugh.
“You’re tickling me!” She laughs as she curls into him even more.
“You’re cute as hell, you know that?” He smiles, rinsing the suds with his detachable shower head.
“Yes, but I like it when you say it. And when you call me baby. Babygirl, and good girl too,” she says making those eyes at him.
“Don’t tempt me beautiful,” he says caressing her cheek. “You barely woke up for this shower. We could’ve had a cute little you wash me, I wash you moment, but them legs is spaghetti,” he says as he shakes his head.
“Come closer and I’ll wash the important parts from here,” she says eyeing him up and down as he washes himself.
“A glutton for punishment,” he laughs as he finishes up, picks her up, and takes her to the bed.
“You’re so fine, I can’t help myself Boo. Something about you pulls me in and I just can’t get enough,” she says as he lotions her body, his large hands caressing her skin making her feel small and dainty.
“I could say the exact same about you. Got me willing to risk it all. Do things I never thought I would ever consider.” He says as she pulls him in for a kiss before taking the lotion bottle and lotions him down.
“Well, how about we just take the leap together?” She asks, intermingling her fingers within his as she lays on his chest, finally relaxing in bed, lathered down and moisturized.
“As wild as it may be, I think I already left the ground,” he admits staring at the ceiling. When light snores are her reply, he smiles to himself and places a kiss to her forehead before joining her in slumber.
To his dismay, the object of his desire, Delilah had all but disappeared for the rest of the evening. All transactions finalized, he finishes the show, leaving and returning to Bessie waiting outside for him. Crashing in a nearby barn for the evening, his golden time piece rolling along his fingertips as he memorizes her every detail, the vivid images both recounted and imagined strumming him to sleep.
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“Is he dead?” He hears the voice of a child and others snickering as he stirs awake.
“No he’s just homeless, like you will be if you don’t get!” A familiar voice says as she shoos the children off. Squeezing one eye open, using his hand to shield from the bright sun’s rays, he sees Delilah at the barn door shaking her head at him.
“He lives,” she says as she turns and walks away.
“Bessie, why didn’t you wake me?” The words groggily tumbling out of his mouth as he looks around for his horse. Straightening his clothes, he leaves the barn in search for his steed.
“She’s by the water. She came out not too long ago and the children made sure she didn’t go too far.” Delilah says as she picks up the clothes she just washed.
“Thank You,” Trevante says as he looks to the river, Big Bessie and a few other horses drinking as kids play around them.
“Delilah, I hate to pester you further, but is there a place I could freshen up? The town hotel is right next to the Sheriff’s office and I don’t reckon I am welcome there in a way I would fancy.”
“I believe you’re familiar with the wash room from yesterday. You can use that. If your clothes need washing, you can tend to that on your own as well. Upstairs is off limits and for as long as your money is long, you can use my facilities. Don’t get in my way and don’t bother my people are my only rules. I don’t believe you need Lola to your neck for you to agree to the terms,” she says, revealing her knife concealed within her hair. He raises his hands in surrender yet again as he smiles back at her.
“And Sugah, today my name is Dahlia,” she says with a wink, tending to the rest of her chores.
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Sitting in the field, it had been a long time since he could just watch life happen. Always plotting and running from one thing to the next. He admired and envied the simplicity.
Closing his eyes, he grounds himself by lying down and watching the sky. As clouds turn to dusk, his memories replay as flashes in his mind.
“Hmm, troubles that deep only healed by the sweet sting of a good bottle,” Dahlia says, sitting beside him with a bottle of moonshine in tow, taking a long swig before passing it along.
“What’s the story, Mr. Riches? Are you as interesting as you project yourself to be or are you a dull creature and trying to hide it?” She asks, gazing at the nearly night sky.
“Somewhere in the middle, I surmise,” he says, gulping as much moonshine as he could handle before returning his attention to the heavens.
“Well, as you continue to ponder your existence, the night is soon to begin at Tulips. Although you may enjoy learning the secrets of the night sky, you may find better enjoyment with a darling at your side.”
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“Come One and Come All! The Darlings of the House of Tulips present for you, An Oasis of Fantasy, amongst the Desert! Enjoy!” Dahlia proclaims as the congregants enter.A set up completely different from the evening before, each lady donned a pigment of a shade of blue, with gold adornments and shimmering costumes, unlike anything he had ever seen. Flipping and contorting as they weave themselves together as one on the stage, with a fluidity of waves crashing against the sands. One on either end, extending a leg straight into the air, as others tantalize with the movement of their hips. The leading ladies in the middle, wearing nothing but the tassels on their nipples, guide each side of the room in fluid motion, that is until the two waves crash into one another so to speak. What a beautiful collision!
Returning his eyes to the object of his fancy, Dahlia looks at the scene with pride in her eyes. With a glance around the room, no doubt she would probably double the profits of the day before. She was talented indeed.
“I feel this suits your fancy a bit more than the others,” he says, standing behind her, slightly to her left, placing a baroque canary diamond necklace onto the table in front of her.
“I see your trinkets are endless, my good Sir. Have one of the Tulips piqued your interests?The biddings and negations will be underway momentarily, but for you, I can start a little early,” she says inspecting the piece, analyzing its heft and intricate details.
“Mhhmm,” the guttural sound emits from the back of his throat, inhaling the scent of her sweet hair and perfume. “May I?” He asks, reaching his arms around her to unclasp the sparkling jewels, offering to place it around her neck, taking advantage of the proximity it would bring.
“Permission granted,” she says as she watches his every expression from a small mirror on the wooden column nearby, him following her gaze with the look of delicious sin in his eyes only amplifying. His fingertips graze her collarbone as he adorns her with the necklace, sweeping her hair to the side as he clasps it.
“Which of the ladies have gotten your eye? Albeit some currently entertain potential suitors, all is not yet final until payment lies within my bosom, or on it in your case,” she says admiring the jewels, making subtle poses in the mirror, still with a watchful eye of all of the room.
“The Head Tulip herself plagues my mind. Unfolding a Dahlia would make for quite the evening, I reckon,” he admits, placing a kiss to her shoulder, and an arm around her waist, pulling her into him.
“Oh must the pretty ones always be so dimwitted,” she giggles, bursting into a full fit of laughter, turning to face him, before walking away.
Floating around the room, ensuring every girl has a suitor and managing negotiations and payment, the Pretty Boy Bandit nipping at her heels with pleas of plenty as to why she should bed him.
“Keep chasing the stars, Beloved, and you’ll surely be blinded by the Sun,” she quips, physically moving him to the side to get past him.
“That’s a wager I’m more than willing to make,” he says, blocking her path once again.
“A wager you’ll surely submit from Hell if you don’t move from my way,” Lola now pointing at his inner thigh, tapping on his undercarriage as her eyes lock onto his.
“Name the price and I’ll triple it. All you’ve ever wanted Dahlia, I can bring to fruition, if you’ll allow,” He says, backing up.
“I don’t have wants Mister Rhodes, or mere desires. I use the wants of others to fulfill the needs of the Tulips and tend to my business, nothing more nothing less. Now stop this game and find a true bed mate for the night. Perhaps Vanessa, the barmaid you met and titillated yesterday? What about her? Her tassels are a’ twirlin’.” She points to the stage with Vanessa upside down swirling the tassels on her titties as she hangs from a pole.
“So you do know who I am?” He counters, amused at the thought of her thinking of him.
“One of my duties amongst a litany of others is to know all who enter those gates. The amount and detail of your treasure and a few wanted posters let me know exactly who you are, Pretty Boy. The legends weren’t lying, you have a face hand-carved by God but that doesn’t change your position. You, like all the others, are customers. I’m not up for consumption, my love. I suggest you find a Tulip that is.”
“There isn’t a price under the Sun, Moon, or Stars I wouldn’t pay for a night between your thighs, Madame. Both you and I are aware, none other is suitable for comparison,” he says, currently standing in her shadow.
“You used to just gettin’ all you want, ain’t ya? Never learned what no means?” She asks, after ignoring him until the end of negotiations. Ordering another glass of moonshine at the bar, she turns and watches as the Tulips begin to take their guests upstairs. All seeming to go well, aside from the pesky buzzard in her ear.
“I guess I haven’t” he admits, drinking a glass himself as he looks down at her cleavage ready to spill out of the top of her corset, salivating at the sight.
“I don’t bed the congregants. A simple rule, I intent to keep. Your musings are simply that, amusement, but the facts remain the same. If you bend to one, they all will try to bend you over. Can’t have my reputation sullied by the likes of you. You’ll be out with the wind of tomorrow the way the Sheriff is sniffing around for you and that’s just how it is. You of all people should know when the risk of the heist is too great, to leave well enough alone,” she says, carrying the bottle outside, just as the walls start speaking the language of lovers.
“Indulge me, what again would be the risk?” He asks, letting the strong spirit dance around his tongue before swallowing.
“Giving you a taste will only make you want more. A man like you can never be satisfied, it’s in your blood. I don’t fault you for your interest, I just don’t think you’re equipped. Your trinkets might entertain me for a night, but it’s the repetition that will do you in. No amount on your person or that steed could afford such a price,” she says, watching him watching her.
“Let me show you something, if I may,” he poses, whistling for his horse Bessie to come to. Emptying his pockets onto the saddle, a mountain of the finest pieces in all the southwest forms. Seemingly endless and running over, there continued to be more. Opening the pockets of the saddle, bars of gold sparkle even under the night sky.
“If affordability was your hold up, clearly that’s been accounted for,” he whispers into her ear, kissing her shoulder once again as she gently runs her hand over the treasure trove.
“You are nothing but Trouble, you know that? What good is a mountain of gold every Sheriff and Bounty Hunter in half the nation are looking for? I keep us out of mess so we maintain a livelihood here. The deputies don’t sniff around because sometimes the mayor comes through our gates. But housing you alone could bring me bonds or death and I’m not interested in neither.”
“Broken down and sold over time, you could live a very happy life.”
“Do you?”
Nearby footsteps disband the tension as they hurriedly put the jewels and gold back out of plain sight. A drunken congregant stumbling outside a little ways away.
“Are you really going to make me beg for your company?” He asks, fiddling with a coil of her hair.
“I do get rather aroused at the sight of a big man on his knees for me, but no. I still haven’t decided yet.” She says, slowly petting the big black steed.
“No need to look like a lost puppy. We can talk more at daybreak.” Patting his chest, she laughs at his pleading eyes. Having a little fun, she pushes up against him, backing him to the nearest wall, watching his mouth fall open and his eyes light up. Grabbing the back of his neck, she pulls him close, watching him close his eyes and pucker his lips, only to plant a few soft kisses to his cheek and neck, rubbing her leg against his, feeling his breath quicken.
“Sweet dreams, Pretty Boy,” she giggles, licking and flickering her tongue in his ear before releasing him and walking away, watching him damn near growl in response. Strumming her canary diamond necklace, walking through a valley of lovers as she retires to her room.
Caught up in the physical with him is the only time her mind stops. This isn’t some ooey gooey love sappy shit. Rivals from opposing vampire houses, it could be deadly if they were ever seen together. Venomous hatred turned to a sweet release of white hot rage one time, and neither of them could get enough.
He could feel her energy and it was no need to even talk. He picks her up without hesitation as she sucks on his tongue, tickling the top of his palate. The door slams as he roughly backs her up onto it, almost ripping up her top. Licking up her neck as she grinds against him, taking his shirt off.
Lifting herself by his shoulders, her legs clasped around him, holding him close, climbing up his body, her hand roaming through his hair and she attacks, sucks, and releases his bottom lip.
His eyes burn a fiery red as he watches her in her element, coaxing her with a “Use me, Baby” smacking her ass, inhaling her scent.
Her fangs descend, acting as daggers, driving them deep into his shoulder, making him wince and instinctively use his strength and speed, knocking her back off of him.
Not losing a step, his blood dripping from her chin, she smiles as she rolls her leather leggings down past her hips, stalking over to him as he watches her menacingly.
He smirks at the lime green g string with the frilly little feathers, catnip to him, bound to be ripped and torn apart.
She leaps onto him, like a jaguar pouncing on its prey, sinking her teeth into the back of his neck. Her thighs enclosing him as she kicks his sweats down until they fall to the ground.
Taking her neck into his hand, he rams her into a nearby wall, raising her high above him, sinking his teeth into her repeatedly until her beautiful melanin was coated in red. Licking and suckling it all, he popped the gstring and twirls her upside down like a windmill, biting deep into her mound as she releases a blood curdling cry. Slurping her juices and smacking her ass as he holds her against the wall.
Biting him back, almost ripping his dick piercing out, she draws enough blood to spit back onto his dick before slurping it into her mouth, all the way to the hilt. Tasting so good, she had to rub her nose in it.
Wrapping her legs around his head, she flips them both upside down, tucking and rolling until she was seated on his lips as she maneuvers his hips, shoving his dick in and down her throat, till the stretch bordered pain and the gag reflex just about activated, then releasing him. Loud audible gasps, smacks, chokes, growls, and groans filling the air.
Tears stream down her face from the premier face fucking she was both receiving and giving. Her breath is deprived from her as he slams her to the ground, stroking into her without hesitation. Folding her like a pretzel, her ankles by her ears as he tears that ass up. His muscles heavy and looming as he pounds into her with all his might. Shouting to the highest octaves, her hands try to push off the ground, attempting to back away, even a little bit. That shit nipped in the bud as he pins her down, steady rocking into her, taking a taste, the blood around her areola being particularly delectable.
“How you gone run when you came over here?” He laughs. Letting his eyes fall over every inch of her as he can hear the blood coursing into and out of her heart. Gripping her plush tummy, he pulls her back into position, slowly dragging his dick in and out of her, spreading her knees and just watching how that juicy pussy was giving him such a warm welcome. “I could almost love your bitch ass if I didn’t want to kill you so often,” he says before biting her neck so hard he ripped some flesh.
Scratching all down his back in retaliation, she almost rips his ear off, flipping them over, kissing his lips as she looks him in the eyes as she rides him nice and slow. “Play nice,” she warns, wrapping his bottom lip in her hand, threatening to yank it off, his eyes willing her to follow through.
Her hard nipples brush against his chest as she rises and falls down onto him, losing herself in the embrace of his arms and lips, using his hair to pull him closer than close, joining into one skin. Putting in work, he thrusts her into the air, matching the rhythm of the grind and wind of her hips, letting her fly for seconds before his dick crashes into her, finding its way back home.
Her knuckles turn a shade of white as she grips the foot of the bed behind him for leverage, ascending to the highest heights, yanking that dick into oblivion. Squeezing A hand around her neck and another on her hips, holding so tight, he breaks the skin. Simultaneously staving off cumming too soon.
Seeing the pleading look in her eyes, stroking harder and heavier, he sinks his fangs deep into her neck, tightening the seal of his lips, sucking the velvety addicting crimson honey from her veins, watching it drain the oxygen from her body. Her pussy squelching and splashing, making the most obscene sounds with every thrust. Writhing and quivering below him, he hears her heart begin to stutter as he continues feasting on her, biting her all over, fueled by the sheer vice grip and tsunami of that pussy.
“Fuckkkk Baby!” She shouts as her body trembles, yanking a handful of hair, threatening to pull it from the root, she squeezes and tightens her grip on that dick, biting down hard into that juicy plump artery in his neck, fucking on him just as much as he was fucking on her.
“Oh I’m Baby today? You must be feigning for this dick forreal, huh?” He says, bucking into her something serious as they ride eachother to their ultimate demise.
Feeling her life force drain into his mouth as her pussy purred, cried, and exploded onto him had to be the best feeling he ever had. Pulling out and spinning her around, he tightens both hands around her neck as he rams back into her, finishing the job at hand by fucking her into oblivion. Spitting their blood laced high into her open ready mouth before devouring her lips made his dick twitch. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, she was it for him. Consequences be damned, he’d have her every chance he could get.
Twisting her nipples impossibly hard, he fucked into her with reckless abandon. Hearing those obscene sounds that pussy was crying out had him in a trance. Firing his hips at just the right angle, he was all up in her skin, closer than close, whispering in her ear as he rode her into her bliss.
Feeling her body completely slack, her ultimate submission was achieved, granting her a well needed mental reprieve.
“That’s it, little baby. Cum for Papa,” he moans in her ear, that pussy milking him something serious. Switching positions for the last time, his dick bottoms out in her as her ankles bend to her ears. Kissing, loving, fucking, and sucking on one another until their eyes speak the words their mouths never could. Each orb turning a hue of burnt orange, it was undeniably equivocal that despite their affiliations, a soulmate bond existed between them, twin flames. Exhibiting a softness and vulnerability they would deny to their dying day, they began making love.
Holding her close, he kisses and licks her every worry away. Clutching her body onto him, wrapping him so tight in her, she cascades loving kisses all over him, easing his every tension. Spreading her legs wide, he looks into her eyes, boring into her soul as he hits that spot without an ounce of remorse. Feeling the words bubbling up on her trembling lips, he hushes the utterance, suckling her lips into his own. Sealing every gap between them, he gave her all that he had and all that he was. Placing his soul at her feet, his head bows as his body yields to her every wish and command.
“I know, baby. Me too,” he whispers onto her lips, staring into her teary orbs before the final stroke broke the dam for the both of them. Placing soft kisses all over her as he releases his many holds, he eases her back down to earth, calming her aftershocks.
Rolling onto his back, she barely lands on his chest before light snores fill the air. Burying his face in her hair, he joins her shortly thereafter, dreaming of the possibility of having this magic limitlessly. One day, he would have it all figured out, but right now, with her in his arms, this would do just fine.
“Bonjour my love!” Deaysha’s smile beams over the phone as she looks at her handsome man on FaceTime.
“Wassup Babygirl? When imma see you next? You know I can’t be waiting too too long to have you close to me. I want to be in your skin, beloved.” Trevante says, with a smoldering look and lick of his plump juicy lips, as if he can see her figure from her head to her toes, when only her face was exposed.
“That’s what I’m calling about. I need you to be ready by 7pm tonight. I’m pickin you up.” She says with a bright smile, clearly proud of herself.
“To what do I owe the pleasure Tommie? You want me to do that special thing with my…”
“Okay, okay, hush! You are in public Trevante!” She says in a whisper-yell.
“I’m just asking. Your wish is my command baby. I just need some you in my life right about now.”
“What happened? Something wrong? Who I gotta beat up?”
“A whole thug. I will tell you later when I see you. Now what am I wearing later since you have everything all planned out?” He says after a good chuckle at her lack of hesitation to fight bitches on his behalf.
“Hmmm, something scrumptious for sure. Make yourself quite lickable because I intend to be doing just that for quite a while this evening,” she says with a knowing smirk as his eyes widen.
“Well shit, why wait for 7? Slut me out right the fuck now Tommie!” He says with all seriousness as she giggles.
“In due time, my love. For now, I left you a little something on the bed in your room when I left this morning. Go open it and think of me. Ponder the events of the evening and get hype. See you in 3.5 hours baby! And you better be ready on time Mr. Diva!”
“A nigga not ready on time one time cause your nut ass uses up all the hot water and now I’m the late one? Get outta here with that shit Tommie!” He says as he skakes his head.
“You’re obsessed with being just like me, aren’t you? Just admit it?” She says with a fake stank face.
“That’s you, the way you steal each and every item of clothing I have, even my shoes that you can’t even really wear for real. Imma just buy two of everything now, cause this is ridiculous.” He says with fake annoyance, knowing deep down he loves seeing her around campus with his clothes on.
“As long as you spray a little cologne on it, I’m straight! I can’t help it my baby is just the shit and I wanna be in his skin at all times,” she shrugs.
“That can be arranged,” He says, staring at her lips, as she bites the corner of her lower lip.
“Where you say you was at again, Deaysha?” He says as he starts the car ignition up.
“Uhn uhn! I didn’t because you are not scooping me up and getting me distracted Trevante! Don’t think my government will keep me from my plans this evening! I am strong girl! I can resist your charms!”
“Tell that to that pretty ass pussy that stay exploding for Daddy. Matter fact, put her ass on the phone, she’ll tell me where y’all at,” He concludes with a nod.
“No. Only thing we can do for you is tell you we’ll see you at 7 and go open your surprise! Bye!!” She says, blowing a few kisses before hanging up.
Back in his apartment, he sees a gift box on his bed. Black wrapping paper with a black bow. A black envelope with a note enclosed.
“I find it (not) funny that I must find out the date of your birth from other negroes that are not you. Because Lord help if it was the other way around, I’m sure I would never walk again. However, since I’m such a generous lover, I want to spoil my baby for his birthday! (Don’t you ever play with me like this again!) Love you and enjoy!”
Unwrapping the gift, he finds a pair of sneakers he considered buying a few weeks prior and deferred to another time when he wasn’t as tight financially. She must’ve snuck back and got them. A smile as big as Texas slowly spreads across his face as he tries them on and dials her number. As soon as it hits voicemail, a text comes in at the same time.
“You’re welcome! I promise not to steal them. Love You!”
“Love you too. Daddy def doing that thang tonight. You better do some stretching,” he says with a gif of a guy doing wild shit to warm up in the gym.
Releasing his phone to the bed after playing Fallin’ by Joey Badass, he heads to his closet in search of his most lickable outfit, as requested.
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6:58pm
Standing in the mirror, Trevante takes a final once over. Finalizing the black on black ensemble with a spray of cologne in all her favorite snuggle spots, he was ready to go.
Barely making it through the exiting door, Trevante is stunned to stillness. Standing outside of her Chevy Equinox, his baby took his breath away in a mesmerizing black number, plotting a map over each and every curve. Her flowy braids coming together in a loose low bun, curly ends flowing freely, shaping her beautiful face.
Taking his time, he soaks in every detail of her. Matching his flow with the black on black and gold accessories, he particularly loves the golden anklet with her black ankle strapped heels. For sure, by the end of the night the heels would turn to gladiators of some sort, but he couldn’t lie, the effort was so sexy.
With a scorching intensity, his gaze lingers on her frame. Eating her up and causing her temperature to rise. Without even a word spoken, he extends his hand once he reaches her. Spinning her around ever so slowly, he grunts as he takes in each singular detail. Closing the gap between them, she holds his hands as he looks down into her eyes. His gaze so hot, her cheeks burn from smiling before letting her head fall, for reprieve. Lifting her chin with his index finger and thumb, his smile now matches her own.
“Open your mouth.”
The simple command causes her eyes to turn to saucers.
“I’m not going to repeat myself.” He reminds her pleading eyes.
After a deep breath, she obliges his request. No sooner than the lowering of her jaw did this man spit in her mouth before devouring her completely.
Mere seconds feel like hours as their tongues dance. Hard tugging and suckling until they broke for air. Trevante not hesitating to devour her neck as oxygen replenished her lungs.
“Imma do the most freaky shit thus far to you this evening Tommie. Don’t make no fucking sense how edible you look!” He says, shaking his head as their eyes lock again.
“Happy Birthday Daddy!” Deaysha purrs, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for yet another sucking face session.
Completely lost in sucking on his bottom lip like her life depended on it, only his hands making their way under the slits of her dress awakened her back to the present.
“Whoa. Hold on! Hold on! I have plans for us.” She tries to intervene as the full consumption behind his eyes told a completely different story.
“As do I,” he murmurs against her lips, spinning her around, extending her hands out onto the SUV before yanking her to him from behind, the arch an instinct at this point.
“Baby please. Let me treat you right for your birthday. Okay?” She pleads breathlessly, trying to lead him to the passenger door, getting pulled into his arms and wrapped up in him as she tries her best to wiggle from his grasp.
“We can do this, okay baby? Just one little bit at a time.” Unsure whether trying to convince herself or him, she manages to open the door only for him to sit in the passenger seat and pull her onto his lap.
“I told you, you need tints on this shit,” he says, lowering her dress and suckling a tasty hardened nipple into his mouth.
“We have a strict timeline tonight, Trevante!” She says, completely out of breath and options, only managing to smack his wandering hands and bite him anywhere she thought would be uncomfortable.
“You know I like that random shit, baby,” he says, lifting her dress above her waist, preparing to unbuckle his pants.
“Look at me!!” She yells to get his undivided attention.
“You unhand me right now, or all this body in your hands will be off the table. I would hate for you to suffer on your birthday, but if you make us miss the plans I made specifically for you, I will have no other choice.” She spits out, trying to reel her breath and desires back in.
“Okay,” he says with raised arms to his sides in surrender, hearing the seriousness of her voice in the moment, knowing she meant business.
Readjusting her dress, she climbs out of the passenger seat. Taking a few seconds to get her composure before sliding into the front seat. After selecting her neosoul playlist, placing her seatbelt on, and giving him a peck on the lips, she was off.
After a few minutes, the sex mania in the air quelled significantly and regular conversation resumed.
“Why wouldn’t you tell me about your birthday Baby? I’m a little hurt you wouldn’t say anything to me in advance. Do we even know anything about eachother?” She asks, the flare for the dramatic weaving in as she caresses his chin and beard at the red light.
“Is it weird that I’ve never really paid much attention to the day?” He says, taking her hand, turning it palm up and kissing and sucking on the pulse point in her wrist.
“Focus!” She snatches her hand away from puckered lips. “What do you mean? Tell me more.”
“Birthdays are fun and all but growing up, most time I had other shit to do. I put on a couple parties here in college but those shits played out now. I would only want to be with you anyway, so since that was the plan, I didn’t see a reason to deviate. I wasn’t intentionally withholding information, it just slipped my mind that I hadn’t told you. I thought with the “girls these days love astrology” convo we had, we got all the specifics cleared away.” He says, trying to grab her arm again as she swats him away.
“Yeah I think you were so taken aback by my Taurus bullish ways being “so spot on,” you wrote down my birthday and forgot to say yours.” She says, making a mental note to come back to the “other shit he had to do” growing up instead of properly celebrating or being celebrated for his birthday. He wouldn’t have to worrry about it this year. He was getting the Birthday King special tonight, if there ever was such a thing.
“It made so much sense, I felt I should’ve guessed it myself. A food connoisseur, hardheaded and stubborn as hell, clearly a freak, and… a little crazy,” he adds, cautiously eyeing her from the side.
“I have zero qualms about my crazy. Do you?”
“However you are is however I love you. No doubts. Ten toes down always.” He says without hesitation as a smile slowly spreads across her face.
“Aww you love little old me?” She teases.
“With everything that I am and all I will ever be, yes,” he answers with such a seriousness it brought tears to her eyes.
“Trevante!!! You’re gonna make me cry!! Since when did I become this big love of your life?” She asks, dabbing the corner of her eye. Good thing she wore waterproof mascara.
“When I felt like no matter what, you had to be in my life. If you wanted the sun, moon, or stars, you would have them. If you wanted the Earth tilted this way over the other, I would have to personally figure out how to make it happen for you. I don’t rest if you aren’t happy. I don’t know how I’m going to survive you in medical school cause let any motherfucker say something slick and tears come from those eyes over it, I have to kill ’em. No questions asked, bodies must drop and heads must roll.”
Laughing and full on crying, she peeks over at him between looking at the road.
“If I pull over, will you know how to act?”
“Hell no.” He answers quite honestly.
“I just want to hold you a little. You got my heart and feelings all open and I just want to pour love all over you and tell you how much I love you too.” She says as he wipes the fresh tears from her cheeks.
“Okay, pull over.” He says with the same serious tone.
She looks back and forth between the road and him, uncertain of what she should do.
“I won’t promise not to do anything, cause you get to pouring love all over me as you say, and you’ll be getting filled with something of mine, and true love will pour from you in a different way. But, I will try. That’s all I can promise.”
When she looks at him with questioning eyes, she’s met with a reassuring smile and a sweet caress to her cheek. Turning within the next few blocks, she follows the signs to a nature park, and parks in the lot. He could see she needed a safe space to process and feel her feelings, and he would be just that.
Getting out of the car, he walks to her side before opening her door.
“Come on baby,” he says extending his hand to her as she gets out of the front seat, attacking him with a tight bear hug.
Lifting her chin, he presses his lips gently to her soft glossy lips. Pulling her close with his hands at the sides of her neck, he puts his all behind his kiss, letting his lips convey a thousand tales, all ending in her being his baby. Swallowing her lips and tongue, he smiles as she starts writhing in his arms, trying to stifle her little whimpers. Sucking on her bottom lip like a juicy little lollipop, her face flushes with a nice rouge hue.
“Where are you going?” He smiles, finally pulling away long enough for her to get a good breath in. Wrapping her arms around him, he snuggles his face in the crook of her neck.
“I don’t know. You kissing the shit out of me. Making me feel things,” she says against his chest, holding him close.
“Feel things, huh?” He says with a slick look on his face, his lips going back to work with a new destination, the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Babyyyyyy,” she whines, pressing her thighs together, the frustration making her stomp her foot.
“Yes, baby” He says with a smirk, rolling his tongue along her tender flesh before suckling it up into his mouth yet again. Backing them up against the side of the truck, the way she was pushing and pulling on his shirt, he knew it was only a matter of time.
“We was supposed to be doing something else…talking about how much we love each other and being all soft and lovey dovey,” she says trying to slide away from him before a hand to her waist pulls her right back.
“You don’t hear all this conversation these lips are doing? You don’t feel me talking to you?”
Stomping her feet as if having a temper tantrum, he doubled down on the now passion mark on her neck. Her whimpers turn to pants as he squeezes her against the car, impressing his body as a mold to hers. He decides to be generous and relieve her agony with a well positioned knee.
“Cum.”
Just like that, she snaps. A shuddering release travels through her body as she squeezes his shirt so tight, he thought it would rip.
“Such a good little baby.” He praises, holding her and rocking her from side to side. “Go get in the front seat,” he says, placing a sweet kiss to her forehead before walking her to the passenger seat.
“You’re such a meanie. Got me out here not knowing my own name when we have a whole itinerary. I can’t stand you!”
“You truly can’t stand me. I can tell by the way you literally won’t let me go,” he says, trying to back up as she holds on tighter.
“You can’t drive to your own birthday surprise,” she says against his chest.
“Just put the address in and not the name of the place, it’ll be fine baby,” he says, giving her a kiss as he fastens her seatbelt and goes around to the driver’s seat.
“Ready to go, Buttercup?” He says laughing at the stank face she was giving him.
“Let the record show, I will show you a good time tonight despite you trying to destroy me at every turn. I’m going to take this little nap because me and my kitty are a little tired, but when we get where we’re going, it’s on!” She declares before reclining the chair, and snuggling into a comfortable position against the window.
“Yes ma’am,” he says with a big wide smile, caressing her booty as he pulls off.
Hey needs to be punished for "forgetting" to mention such vital info and she's right, if the shoe were on the other foot, he would have her punished immediately. Smh. I love the freaky love birds!
This was pure heaven. All the thoughts she thought she’d think, the feelings she thought she’d have, the hesitation, the delay, it was all worth it. Feeling so small, like the fate of her life and her coochie was all up to him, her sexy chocolate thang of a man. Whew.
His hand firm around her neck, the other holding her wrists tight as shit, his big body pressing on her constantly, even him merely breathing pushed her further into the mattress. The pure force within those hips, truly something lethal, her legs and white toes so far in the air, she didn't even know they could go that far back. He had her right the way she wanted. Put right in her place. Serving up that Daddy special. All the nasty raunchy sweet nothings he was whispering in her ear and the way he commanded orgasm after orgasm from her body, was nothing short of a dream. Not knowing if it was a good thing or not, she truly didn’t know if she would ever want to stop. Fuck school and anything else in the way. This right here, was it.
Looking up at his beautiful ass face, the moon and candle light shining on him some type of way. Watching him enjoy himself as his dick journeyed deeper and deeper, biting his lip, closing his eyes, the glorious moans emanating from his sexy ass lips, she couldn’t help but squeeze him tighter all over, his body an addicting oasis of pleasure and pain. A smile dances across her lips as she finds and meets his rhythms with some push back of her own.
“Ahh, you think you fucking grown, huh Tommie? Tryna grip me up and shit,” He says with a deep ass baritone, yanking her hair back, forcing her chin up and into the air, before he licks it with his fat tongue.
“I’m just trying to keep up with you Daddy,” She smiles like the little brat she is, as she squeezes that pussy even harder making him let out a sinister chuckle.
“Don’t start shit you can’t finish, little baby. I’m trying my best to take it easy on you but if you keep playing, I will murk this pussy with no remorse. Best believe dat,” he says, talking tough as he tries to concentrate, his hips stuttering once, a dead give away.
“Hmmm, is that so, my love?” She says, holding him close as she licks the sweat from the side of his face.
“Damn right,” he proclaims as he captures her lips in his, widening his stance, winding his hips so effortlessly, making her feel things in brand new places, the overwhelming fullness driving her up a wall. As evidenced by a certain moan/cry unfamiliar to his ears, he’d found her latest weakness he was about to exploit. Still with her pussy grip on a thousand, just to be contrary, he smiles thinking of her eminent destruction. He couldn’t lie, he was hella close as she sensed earlier, but she wasn't about to know that. This was his game, not hers...yet at least.
“You’re not gonna win, you know. This little game you’re playing,” he whispers, honing in on her spot, slowly starting to beat it up exactly in that direction, her body responding so well, he knew they were about to have some fun.
“That may be true, but usually...people only say that to others when they aren’t too sure of themselves and the other could actually win. I intend to keep pushing for my victory, if that’s alright with you,” she says taking hold of his lips, intertwining her tongue with his as she met his thrusts full throttle.
“Alright sweetheart, have it your way. Remember I warned you,” he smiles mischievously as he pins her down and fucks her g spot so hard and fast, she squirts almost immediately. The look of shock on her face, if only he could frame it.
Rising to his knees, he assumes even more control over her now writhing body beneath him. Barreling down while lifting her hips to each soul crushing stroke, as he holds her completely still in yet another death trap, he could feel the shock to her pussy, now just trying to figure out what’s happening instead of concentrating on making him bust. A welcomed reprieve from a nigga trying his best not to cum yet, even tho he almost could have the second he got fully inside with the grip she got. Another fact he would never freely give to her on his own, purely out of self preservation.
Holding her through every convulsing orgasm rippling through her system, he stays the course, a beacon of comfort and chaos, weaponizing his finely cultivated sexing skills just to prove a point. As babygirl almost broke skin from biting his shoulder so hard, he knew his message was received loud and clear.
A symphony of cries, screams and moans has him in his element. Her walls adequately stretched and molded to him like a glove. He could play in it all day...or at least he thought till that vice grip came back with a vengeance.
“Fuck me Daddy! Hurry up and cum for me please,” she pleads in that voice that drives him wild, that yank and the tone making him lose his footing momentarily.
“You bowing out? Admitting defeat?” He grins like the smug asshole he is.
“To a game I knew you’d win, sure. But no matter how many times you make me cum, I felt you about to nut a few times, your stubborn ass wouldn’t let me have my win!” She fusses, trying to handle the immense pressure he was applying.
“You’ll be winning for the rest of our lives, let me have mine now,” he says tunneling his dick as far as it could go, her pussy so wet, he was almost certain the condom could float off at this point.
It all unfolded so quickly after that. Her hands pressing against his thighs, unable to move an inch in his grasp, nonetheless run. Hitting that spot harder than he ever had with a mouthful of titty, made her cum so hard she went catatonic. No sounds, completely still, mouth wide open as she felt she could see and feel her soul leaving her body through her teary eyes, followed by a thunderous aftershock, taking her completely out.
“Fuck! Shit! Fuck!” Trevante swears as he pulls out, emptying his seed and overfilling the condom, spilling onto any and everywhere as the most intense orgasm he’s ever had courses through him. His baby coming back alive just enough to hold him and caress his head. Completely spent being an understatement, they collapse into eachother. Round 1 being officially complete.
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A/N: Continuation of the main event! I made this one longer and combined the two parts I had. More to follow when I write it lol. Enjoy!
Luh Y’all!
XOXO,
Deaysha
“Fuck That!”
All Deaysha heard before she was swiped quite literally off her feet from the stairs she thought she was climbing. Apparently Trevante had other plans that her body had yet to catch up to. In seemingly less than a second, she was yanked from the third step up from the ground, her dress almost torn from how quick he lifted it, and his head buried something deep in her pussy, ravaging her right where she stands, against the wall next to the stairs.
In shock and scared as shit at his might and ability to toss her plump plush ass like a damn ragdoll was a bit unsettling, especially since she already had to deal with the impending demolition of her pussy once Mr Big Dick Em Down and Break Em Tre finally enters her honey pot.
Shaken from her thoughts, her eyes begin to tear as her body yet again has to catch up to this insatiable man. Head bowed and tucked, her legs positioned over his shoulders, back hunched just perfectly enough, keeping her clit right in its proper home, suckled against his fat ass tongue. Handfulls of ass, Trevante watches her destruction in delight as he laps at her core, pulling and pushing just in all the right ways, edging her back and forth while watching her suffer just as much as she’s made him suffer. Nah she thought her tricks and magic on his dick was going to make him forget all the blue balls he’s had to endure these months, but no, babygirl Tommie was gonna have to pay for it all, starting with a just due heavy deposit tonight. Curling his tongue in and out of her folds as he maneuvers his nose to stimulate her clit, his head pushing and applying so much pressure, he honestly thought her thighs were so tight around his neck, his head might actually pop off.
Slapping her thighs and releasing her pudding pop to filthily slap her clit hard, Trevante had her right where he wanted her. Wincing and screaming from the pain, she didn’t get an ounce of reprieve before his skillful fingers were three deep and constantly and consistently knocking against her g spot.
“You like fucking teasing me Tommie?” He barks in her ear as he presses his massive body against hers, watching her confused overwhelmed and overstimulated face try to figure out just how she earned this place in life, yet again at the hands of some beautifully crafted punishment of his.
Wrapping her arms around him, gripping him for dear life, unable to even know her name, she fights to muster an answer as his hand currently is making her pussy leak all them sweet juices right down her legs and his arm.
“No Daddy!” She screams almost at the top of her lungs as he delivers three hard slaps against her clit yet again as his other hand burrows even deeper.
“Take off that fucking dress, right the fuck now!” He commands as he bends back down and swallows her slit back up into his mouth again. She was able to coordinate her movements to get naked real quick and real fast, not wanting any more slaps to her already sore little clit, he was currently flicking his tongue up and down against, moving its hood back and forth, her hand gripping his scalp and her head falling back as he spits on it and slurps it all back up into his mouth, getting mini suction assaults everytime her flesh was pulled up into his warm wet torture chamber. The vibrations from his gutteral laughs would’ve taken her almost clear out if it wasn't for his locked tight grip of her. Her legs, hips, and pussy were all securely fastened to him in one way or another and the final element that was always sure to keep her mentally and emotionally locked in as well, interlocking his fingers with hers and holding her hands as his lips and tongue send her off to high heavens.
Her head immediately snaps back down as she sees him holding her life and sanity on his hands. Knowing she had already been defeated before this night even began, she still had to put up some sort of fight. Wiggling against him, trying to flex her way out of this pussy headlock, she only manages to drive her arousal up several levels as she unknowingly adds to her own demise. Cumming and convulsing so hard she feels her life force leave her for a bit as she physically unravels against him. Finding no problem in that at all, he slides her down to lay on the steps, still sucking on her clit like a damn lollipop, not letting that shit go until he was good and ready, which would obviously be no time soon. Smacking her thighs rapidly and placing her legs up even higher, he smiles at both her hands covering her eyes as yet another orgasm jolts through her. Without warning, he smacks her clit around again until she stares and screams at him to stop.
“Look at me when I’m fucking you!” He says before scooting her hips up and digging his face in it once again. With her full undivided attention, he looks into her eyes seeing tears fall down her cheeks as he eats her to and through orgasm after orgasm. Smacking and pinching hard as hell against her nipples only quickening the speed between orgasms to one just about every minute and a half. Even looking down straight at him, she still couldn’t understand what kind of venus fly trap hold he had on her to keep her body so still when it literally was shaking all over the place. Her hands still tightly held in his. Such a romantic ass sexual meany!
Looking at this man not give one damn about her cumming countless times and she hadn’t even had yet to cross the peen in pussy bridge, she knew, although not advised, she would have to take a run for it immediately when she had the chance. The second his hand grip and tongue grip got a little sloppy as he was almost eating her pussy from the side, she does a last stitch manuver, crossing her right thigh over him and dragging out her left from under her all in one quick motion before running like hell up the steps.
Not even getting five steps away, he pounced on that ass, smacking her ass and thighs with no remorse with his arm around her neck holding that ass in place.
“You trying to run away from me Tommie? Fuck you running for, you know that ass ain’t going nowhere!” He bellows into her ear as his arm squeezes tightly against her throat, his fingers back deep in her pussy, making it leak as she writhes under him.
“No Daddy!” She screams, holding onto his arm for dear life as his hand curves in such a way it yanks an orgasm from her so forcefully, she didn’t even know if she could take it. Feeling a smidge of pity for his baby, he scoops her up and carries up to the room.
Him laying her on the bed seemed normal to her. That was until she heard a wrapping of sorts. Quickly jolting her eyes open, she does it just in time to see him gldiing the condom down his almost super human looking dick. The hungry look on his face, the way he just yolked up her hips to the edge of the bed and that look in his eyes made her for the first time in years do a fucking back tuck flip off to get to the other side of the bed and not in his grasp!
“WAIT!! I..I had an outfit! Wait a damn minute now!” She screams at him as he chases her around the room literally, that evil smirk spread across his face and his heavy dick bobs everywhere as he runs.
“I don’t give a damn about no outfit! Come get this dick now!” He says almost getting her that time.
“No wait! You do! Its the one you dreamed about! Wait a minute please! You promised not to kill me remember! Go back to romantic Tre, calm Daddy Vante down! You know I’ve never done this shit before!” She starts fussing and hitting him as he captures her, calming himself once he remembers this was her first time. Shawty had him fucked up and was about to get her walls rearranged and redecorated like a pro had she not said nothing.
Hovering over her, he yanks her hips to him again as he did before but this time leaning down to kiss her lips gently and sweetly before pulling back and taking a step back.
“You have two minutes.”
“Thank you!!” She squeals, kissing his lips before grabbing her bag and disappearing into the bathroom. Collecting himself, Trevante stares up at the ceiling. Running his hand along the curly tendrils of his chest hair, his mind replays that first night they officially met. Seeing her discover his lewd hallway act was one thing. That happened more often than not, someone seeing any one of his exhibitionist rendezvous and him not giving a damn about it. But the way she stayed to watch, her face when he looked at her, he would’ve never admitted it then but he felt his dick jump and his heart skip a beat all with just one look from her. Feeling more with her as an observer than the girl who at the time was gurlglirg on his dick. Deaysha had always been special in that way and tonight was gonna be no different, even if he had to beat the sex maniac in him back himself just to show her a good first time, he would.
Turning on the bluetooth speakers, he begins to play a little sensual playlist he curated just for them. Something for both her sweet and sexy sides to balance and feel comfortable. First on the record, Dear Love Queen by Raheem Devaughn . Seconds later the bathroom door opens to reveal one of the best things he’d seen in his life. His sexy ass, beautiful ass, cute head ass girlfriend did not only get the literal outfit of his dreams but bodied the shit!
“Damn,” is all that could escape his lips as she smiles at him, slowly walking over to him.
“You like it?” She says skittishly, nervously pulling at her fingertips as he’d seen her do before. Walking over to her, taking her hands into his, he smiles before kissing each one.
“You look incredible Baby,” he reassures as he pulls her into his chest, wrapping his hand in hers, swaying back and forth to the music until she relaxes yet again. “These Arms” by Luke James begins to play as he picks her up and lays on the bed with her, both lying on their sides, looking into the other’s eyes.
“You’re gonna kill me aren’t you?” She asks a little above a whisper as her fingertips trail his collarbone. Kissing her hand he smiles as he nods his head.
“But not yet tho. This is all you. I don’t want you all nervous so you say or do whatever you want. My body is your vessel,” he says with his award winning smile, nuzzling over to her until he reaches her neck.
“But I don’t know what I’m doing,” she reasons.
“With the porn you watch, we both know that’s a lie.” He laughs, kissing along the base of her neck as The Point of It All by Anthony Hamilton plays. Shifting her on top of her, relishing in the feel of her body against his, this was truly his happy place.
“What if I impale myself?” She asks, running her hands up and down his chest, curling herself up in his arms as she straddles him.
“Well, you’re gonna be impaled anyway so what’s the difference?” He teases, nibbling against her lips, his fat dick instinctively chubbing up against her heat. The song Epiphany by Jill Scott definitely not helping at the moment.
“Anything I want?” She asks as she grinds against him, tempting her fate the more pressure she applies.
“Yeah,” he says as his eyes close, the minx and her hands working his dick yet again.
“Well... I want you to do what you want to do, just slow and easy,” She requests, rolling them over with him now on top, gently rubbing his arms as she plants and peppers kisses along his jaw line, before pulling him in even more and deepening the kiss. As if right on queue, in a full circle moment, Untitled by D’Angelo begins to play.
“You are so beautiful.”
His words cause her to blush as the instrumentals harmonize in the background. Humming to the melody, he takes his sweet time, doting her with kisses, praising her temple he was about to enter into as he slowly shimmies the one piece lingerie straps steadily off her shoulders. Wrapping himself closer than close, the absence of one another a little too hard to handle, he envelops her body into his, placing his solid frame over every single inch of her. His tactile ministrations causing breathy moans as her chest rises and falls into him. Kneading his hands in her soft plush skin, wrapping her thighs around his waist, he slowly strums her clit and slit as if playing the sweetest guitar, eagerly watching the expressions on her face. He teases and pleases as he inserts fingers into the mix, lazily lapping up a big ole passion mark on her neck, smirking as he thinks about all the ways he was gonna turn his nasty little bitch out.
Hearing her breath quicken as her walls tighten hard against his fingers, he changes speed and direction, effectively edging her just the way he wanted.
“Mmmmmm,” a moan turned whine as he slowly spreads her slick all over her labia, the slow build making her shit wetter than an ocean. Twirling her nipple between his teeth, occasionally licking and sucking it had to have been the final straw as she pressed his head down further down onto it.
“Something I can help you with?” He says like the little shit he is, open mouth kissing her stomach as he looks up at her, his fingers steady making her hips rise and fall.
“Stop playing!” She whines again, grabbing his chin and pulling him back to her lips.
“If you want something, you gotta tell me what that is Tommie. You’re sexy as shit, I will break my dick off in you shortly, but don’t forget edging my babygirl is my favorite pastime,” he says, casually making her writhe beneath him.
“This your dick, ain’t it? Tell me where and how you want it,” he instructs, placing her hand on his dick, his voice sending deep chills along her skin.
“Can you fuck my pussy, please Daddy?” She asks looking up at him, trying to focus on his face and beautiful beard to not explode all over his hand buried deep within.
“Is that how I taught you to talk your shit, mama? I think I taught you a bit better than that,” he says finding yet another sensitive spot to lick and use as he pleases, this time behind her ear, groaning in her ear as she curls herself around his hand, her pussy leaking slowly out onto the sheets.
“Aht aht! Bring that ass back,” he says, slapping her ass hard, making her roll back onto her back and take all that he was giving her. Yanking a handful of hair in his hands, making her head extend back with a beautiful gasp of shock, he continues digging deep and hard into her pussy.
“Tell me what the fuck you want Tommie! I’m not gonna ask you again,” he says repositioning himself on top of her, his hand slipping and sliding as he provides multi-sensory stimulation all with one hand.
“I want you to fuck this pussy right now!” She says with more base and conviction, her eyes still closed but he could see the confidence coursing through her body beginning to rise.
“Hmm, I don’t think I heard you. Wanna say that again?” He says pushing her legs back, holding behind her knees, and looking into her eyes as he slowly takes the entirety of her pussy in his mouth.
“Fuck this pussy right now!” She says through clenched teeth as she pushes his head further into her, accenting each word with a thrust to meet his tongue.
“Mmm there she goes! How you want Daddy to fuck this pussy?” He says, slapping her clit and thighs before he devours her yet again.
“I want you to take that fat heavy thick long dick of yours and stretch this tight ass pussy out, nice and slow. Hold me, tell me you love me and all the sweet shit until I get used to that full feeling I’ll have, feeling your every move so so deep inside me. Stretch me out, spread my legs, push them back, driving into me deep, bottom out that fucking dick and let me feel those heavy balls smack against me. Make love to me, all those nights and days you’ve thought about it, show me all that big dick energy. Then, once I get used to you, I want you to destroy me Daddy. Fuck me into oblivion and make me scream. Hell yes, I will run, but bring me back to you like you always do and hold my ass down and make me take that deep dick you’re gonna sling my way. Imprint that dick in me Daddy so that tomorrow, when we go again, my pussy will be molded and fit just to you. Fuck me like the slut nasty little bitch that I am! Your slut nasty little bitch! Show me who tf Daddy is. Pour all that shit into me and drain those balls in my abyss. Just know, as I’m screaming, shaking, cumming and begging you to stop, please don’t. I’ll probably regret it but it’ll be well worth it. Now finish what you start and make me cum!” She says feeling herself, guiding his immaculate suction just the way she wanted until she rode his mouth right to an earth shaking orgasm, jolting through every cell in her body.
“Good fucking girl!” He praises as he grips her throat tight in his hands, lifting her up to a disgustingly nasty kiss, placing his dick at her entrance and pushing just a little. “Any last concerns before I take my time and take good care of you? I want you to talk to me. My body is yours, scream, yell, dig your nails in my back, anything. Promise to tell me if I’m hurting you,” he says as he releases her lips. Taking too long to answer, he squeezes her neck tighter and lightly smacks her cheek. “Answer Me!”
“I promise!” She stammers out, her hands softly against his wrists as she looks down at his gigantic dick, still trying to figure out how it was going to fit. Lifting her up, his body covers hers entirely, like a super weighted blanket, holding her close, his warmth almost healing in a sense.
“You sure?” He asks a final time, pressing his forehead against hers while looking into her eyes.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she says kissing his lips and simultaneously feeling immense pressure as he pushes the head in. The overwhelming feeling almost knocking the wind out of her.
“Fuckkkk!” He grunts, feeling vulnerable himself at this sensation he had never felt before. Not only did his dick feel amazing, but his heart poured all into it. With the way he kissed, encouraged and reassured her that he was right there with her, he didn’t even know an experience like that could ever be possible for him. This was truly making love and it was as much of his first time as it had been hers.
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