Page 108 of Chemistry: The Chemist

“Be safe, you two. Talk to you later.”

“Later,” Chemistry responded.

He extended my phone in my direction. As I tried retrieving it, he pulled me down onto his lap. My bare ass sat atop the fabric of his shorts. I was in one of his shirts, which didn’t quite cover my bottom half.

“Fuck you going, Choc?”

His nose tickled my neck as he inhaled, consuming my scent.

“To put on some clothes so we can get our day started.”

“Without me?”

“I’m afraid if you come, I’ll never get dressed and we’ll never make it out of the door.”

“You have every right.”

His rigidness lined my ass cheek.

“See.”

My appetite for Chemistry felt insatiable. It didn’t matter how much of him I had, I still wanted more. Today was more of the same. I untangled our limbs and stood up from the table, turning around so that I could free his dick.

“Promise we won’t stay inside all day.”

“I promise, baby.”

“Five minutes.”

“All I need is four.”

I lowered until my knees touched the cold tiled floor. Chemistry had grown a third leg in a matter of seconds. Saliva pooled in my mouth at the sight of the dark, slightly discolored at the tip, missile.

“You gon’ stare at it or put that motherfucker in your mouth?”

The strain of his features revealed his desperation. Making him wait wasn’t part of my plan. But, I’d be damned if I didn’t openly admire the prettiest piece of meat I’d ever had the pleasure of tasting. I put him out of his misery, opening wide and shoving him into my mouth until he reached the back of my throat.

“Shit.”

His fingers curled around the loose bun I’d thrown up before coming downstairs. He pushed past physical boundaries, challenging me to swallow more of him. My gag reflex was activated instantly. Simultaneously, tears stung my eyes. Saliva trickled from my mouth when he pulled his dick from my mouth. Immediately after, he shoved it in, again, repeating the same movement.

“Fuck, Choc.”

He released me, allowing me to slide up and down his shaft with teary eyes and enough saliva to drown an ant hill. A blubbering mess, I circled his head and transformed into a human suction cup, ready to bring his semen to the tip of his dick only to leave it there. I wanted it so deep within me, I’d need a month’s worth of emergency contraceptive pills to extract it.

The bulge started from his nut sack rose with every stroke of my neck. Blindly, I searched for his hand. Upon locating it, I guided it toward the back of my head, urging him to exert his authority.

His ass lifted from the chair as he began to fuck my mouth, slowly but forcefully. The grip on my hair tightened the second our eyes locked. His nostrils widened and brows furrowed. Even scrunched, his face was still so beautiful. He was still so precious.

“Goddamn, Choc.”

The bulge neared the tip. My time on my knees had ended. I had a job to do and I’d done it well. In a swift motion, I removed him from my mouth. Saliva trailed from my face to the head of his dick. My erratic breathing, running nose, and teary eyes were all condoning my belief that I’d carried out the task well. Slowly, I stood, climbed onto the chair, and grabbed Chem’s throbbing manhood.

Staring into his now hooded eyes, I positioned him right at my opening. His lids joined each other, halting my motion.

“Look at me,” I demanded.

He was barely able to open his eyes, thoroughly intoxicated by our entanglement.

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