Page 26 of Rather: The Therapist

“Ummm.” Lowly, she groaned.

“Goddam– fuck.” I grunted, trying to grab ahold of her so I could control her movement.

Irritation was apparent on her face when she turned to look up at me, warning me with her pensive gaze. Still, I remained steadfast, needing her to cut me loose. My rocket was ready to launch.

She was unmanning me. Unearthing me. Uprooting me. Successfully eradicating me. With one hand, she swatted at my wrist, forcing me to loosen my grip on her.

Forcing me to take everything she was dishing and it was far too much for me to handle. My nut rose from my sack. The bulge traveled up my shaft and prepared to engage. Just as it mounted at the tip, she fell face first onto the bed, body quivering as her pussy began contracting.

It sucked the nut straight from my urethral meatus. Together, in pure harmony, we ruptured.

“Oh Goooooood. Oh God.” She belted.

“Shit, baby. Shit.”

My hips thrusted forward, digging into her as she gushed all over me.

“Ummmm.”

She fell forward and I managed to get myself onto the bed. Against the headboard, I rested, attempting to get my shit together. I closed my eyes, counting down from ten, hoping it would stabilize my breathing and settle my thoughts. But, somewhere along four and three, I dozed.

A lingering shadow and the heat radiating from its source woke me from my slumber. Dark eyes penetrated my soul, unhousing feelings I’d buried in their eternal resting places. She didn’t understand how much of a disturbance she was to the peace. To me.

“Hello.”

Perfect teeth were exposed as her lips separated and stretched backward. The gold wrapper I remembered clearly as the last went into her mouth. She tore into it, and removed the contents. I followed each movement, watching as she picked up my hardening log and began rolling the rubber onto it.

I hadn’t recalled the cleanliness I was witnessing. When I drifted, I was covered in her cum and mine. However, I was squeaky clean, now.

“How long have I been asleep?”

She paused, looking up at me with all her beauty in tow. “Thirty minutes.”

I rocked, instantly. There was no denying her. I’d quickly come to that conclusion. And, in some sick way, her life outside of my suite influenced me to get him up one more fucking time.

If I fucked the life out of her pretty ass pussy, then another nigga couldn’t. Because, every time she even considered it, she’d be reminded of the time we had and the things we did and the rounds we went.

“I have to go,” she informed me.

“Where?”

“I wish I could tell you, but that’s against the rules.”

“You’re so pretty,” I complimented, saying exactly what had been on my mind all night.

Though I couldn’t see beneath the mask, I knew she was. Inside out. Pretty than a motherfucker.

“Thank you.”

“Lift up.”

She obliged, lifting her butt. I slid down slightly before lowering her onto the head of my dick. She was soaking.

Is she always like this? Wet. Ready. Fuck.

Inch by inch, I glided into her. Our eyes engaged in a mental fuck that was far more intense than the act our bodies were engaged in. Her hands gripped my shoulder blades as I reached her pelvic floor.

“Uhhhhh.”

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