Page 54 of Tempt Me

My brain was in devil and angel mode as I rolled onto my knees. What-ifs were ruining the lust-filled haze that had consumed me just moments ago.

What if my ass was ugly?

What if I couldn’t fit that huge cock into my mouth?

What if this sixty-niner turned out to be the most amazing experience of my new sexual journey?

That last thought convinced me to turn my attention back to Mr. Holy Hotness. He wanted me to sit on his face.

And devilish Memphis wanted to give it a try.

I crawled up to behind his head and turned so my pussy faced him. My heart was a feverish tribal beat in my chest as I wriggled forward with my knees on either side of his head. One of his hands reached up and grabbed my breast while his other hand sought my throbbing pussy.

As I hovered my pussy over his face, the heat of his breath sent delicious shudders through me. His fingers alternated between punishing my clit and plunging my deepest depths.

Soon, the orgasm that’d stalled minutes ago was right back on track. My insides clenched around his probing digits, driving shivers of ecstasy from the tips of his fingers right through my body.

Without warning, he removed his hands, placed them on my hips, and guided my pussy down to his mouth. My heart just about stopped as I eased my knees apart.

His hot breath, his probing tongue, and his glorious cock that pointed at me, begging for attention. My brain nearly exploded with sensory overload.

I ran my fingers down his torso as I eased forward. Propped up on one elbow for support, I wrapped my other hand around his mammoth cock. It was visual artistry. His black cock, with its glorious pink head and my white fingers wrapped around him, was an erotic masterpiece. I brought my lips to his swollen crown.

He groaned, and the vibration through my pussy just about shot me right off the bed. My concentration was like a shattered mirror as it reflected off one incredible aspect of this moment after another.

His tongue slipped in and out of my throbbing hole, as did his fingers, and he sucked on my clit, sending a wicked vibration through every single one of my nerve endings. It took all my focus to continue working on him, and I slowly rolled my lips down, taking each exquisite aspect of his smooth black cock into my mouth with absolute concentration.

Barely a third of the way down, I had to come back up. Dontrel was way too big.

Feeling like I wasn’t giving him the justice he deserved, I sucked him into my mouth again, determined to make it fit.

I gagged, jerked back, and just about died with embarrassment.

But either Dontrel didn’t notice, or he was too busy to care because his attention to my pussy didn’t waver.

It was at that moment that I let go, and my mind stopped doing its crazy questioning thing. I let my body take over. If Dontrel was happy to carry on doing what he was doing, then I was happy to let him.

It was the trigger I needed, and I glided my hips back and forth, losing myself to the tongue-lashing that ensued, both on me and in me. His breath caressed my pussy in a wave of heat, and his fingers plunged into my abyss, playing me with the intensity of the lover’s songs I’d seen him perform.

I squeezed my hand around his cock and glided my lips up and down with increased intensity. Our sex became a frenzy of licking, sucking, and groaning. The orgasm that’d been building for what seemed like days soared to extraordinary heights. I couldn’t hold back a moment more. I was there. On the edge.

Ready.

Oh, so fucking ready.

And the most glorious thing happened. My orgasm became a full-body experience, rolling through me with waves of red-hot ecstasy.

I gasped and eased back at the intensity, and my timing was perfect to witness Dontrel’s own miracle.

Semen shot from his cock in a long white stream that landed across his taut black skin. Over and over, I pumped him until he was completely spent and his cock softened in my hand. It was a truly incredible thing to witness.

I leaned forward, easing myself off him at the same time as I quickly maneuvered around to face him so my ass was well away from his eyes.

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and I cringed. But when he smiled, a wicked, happy smile that was a lovely contrast of white teeth on a handsome black man’s face, I knew that he wasn’t disgusted by my juices at all. In fact, it was the opposite.

“You sure know how to play da game, Memphis.”

“Thanks,” I said, although I had no idea what game he was referring to.

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