Page 11 of Baby Me

“Shh,” I whispered. “Just lie there and enjoy it. Relax. You’re not the president in here. You’re a man enjoying his night.” That earned me another smile.

Over the next hour, I worked his entire neck, back, shoulders, arms, and even his ass and thighs before Tripp finally called the massage done. “Sweetheart, as much as I love your hands on me like that, because they’re fuckin’ magic, I think it’s about time I showed my appreciation.”

“I didn’t do this for what I could get in return.”

“Didn’t say you did, Vina. Now come over here,” he added ass he turned underneath me and crooked his finger again. “Get up here and let me show you how to relax, too.”

I crawled forward awkwardly.

One thing I could say for most of the men in the club was that they were all about getting theirs and not a whole lot else. Maybe they were different with their old ladies when they took one, but with the club girls, the men rarely worried about whether we got off. Some of them would have us put on a show to get each other off, but I tried to steer clear of those situations because being with another woman wasn’t something I enjoyed.

When I was hovering somewhere between Tripp’s neck and chin, he reached up and grabbed my hips to pull me forward. It was only then that he realized I was still partially clothed, but he didn’t bother to remedy that situation. Instead, he simply pulled my panties to the side and licked straight up my pussy lips before nibbling them at the top. He didn’t attempt to part them and tease my clit yet. It’s like the man wanted to taste me from the outside in.

I reached out and placed my palms on the wall behind the bed as he moved my body into the best position before he truly dove in and ate my pussy like it was his last meal and it was exactly what he ordered.

“Why does that feel so good?” I moaned the words, not expecting an answer, which was good because Tripp didn’t give me one. Instead, he continued to lick, suck, and nibble my entire pussy from clit to taint and back again before dipping his tongue inside me and then starting over. Eventually, he latched onto my clit and sucked until zinging little electrical pulses shot from my sex and brought my muscles clamping down on the fingers Tripp had added to the action.

As the orgasm burned through me, Tripp flipped me over and pulled me down so that my head was the one resting on the pillow instead. He made quick work of getting my bra and panties off my body and then, before I could even blink, he was fully seated inside me and our eyes met.

“Perfection.”

I couldn’t have heard that right. Tripp just told me it felt like perfection to be inside me. The nerves I’d been stewing in the whole time I’d been with him suddenly dissipated as the butterflies inside my belly swarmed and went wild. Maybe my infatuation with the man wasn’t as one-sided as I’d always believed it to be.

His eyes stayed connected with mine as he thrust deep again only to slowly scrape his cock against my inner walls as he pulled back all the way to the tip. “Fuck, you feel so damn good, sweetheart.”

I was speechless in my own little world of bliss as each thrust brought me closer to the edge again. “Tripp. God. So good,” I mumbled into his shoulder as he began to pump harder. My arms wrapped around his upper body while I planted my feet firmly on the bed on either side of his legs to get leverage. Then, I managed to tilt my hips up to meet his thrusts that were coming more aggressively with each pump of his hips.

“Yes, baby. That’s it, fuck me back,” he demanded. I clutched onto his shoulders harder as we both pushed our bodies into attack mode. There wasn’t a time in my past when I remembered fucking a man back so hard from the bottom. Just as the thought pinged around my brain, Tripp pulled out and flipped over so that he was on his back again and I was in the air before I realized what happened. He had me straddling his hips as he lined his cock up with my pussy and then yanked my hips down.

“Ahhh!” His cock sank deep in one solid thrust of his hips, and he pulled me down at the same time. Then, he stilled and waited until my eyes met his. The smile he gave me would have melted my panties right off had I still been wearing them.

“Ride me, sweetheart. Wanna see those tits sway as you bounce on my dick.”

I followed directions well, though Tripp didn’t watch my breasts bounce for him long before he reached up and started massaging the flesh and pulling at my nipples. With every pinch and tug the sensation felt as though it a line straight to the nerves in my pussy. My muscles clenched tight around Tripp’s cock, and he hissed out a harsh breath.

“Fuck, baby, you keep doing that and I’m going to blow my load before you get off again.”

“You keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll get off again before you do.” I promised him as my hips undulated harder as I angled just right to have him hit my most sensitive spot with each downthrust I made. “I’m…” The words were lost on me as he tugged hard on both my nipples at once just as he thrust up and I came down hard on his cock. My head fell back as I shouted out my release and took Tripp over the edge with me.

As the euphoric feeling began to fade, I leaned forward and crashed against Tripp’s chest. To my complete surprise, he didn’t push me off or attempt to crawl out from underneath me. Instead, he rubbed his hands up and down my back and kissed the top of my head.

“You doing all right?” He asked.

“Mhm,” I murmured. “Just basking in the afterglow. I can move.” When my muscles flinched in preparation for me to remove my body from its perch on top of Tripp, he stopped tracing up and down my spine and held firmly to my hips.

“Don’t want you to move. Stay like this, unless you’re ready to leave.”

“Not in any hurry to be anywhere else.”

“Good.” It was only then, after he stated that one word with authority, that we finally moved. He pulled me down off his chest and to his side before he snuggled in behind me. When those strong arms of Tripp’s wrapped around my body, it felt like heaven. Not only was a club girl getting off not a priority for most of the brothers, but there wasn’t a single one of them who offered to cuddle me after sex. This was all new to me and for a brief moment, I wondered if this was the norm for Tripp. None of the other women talked about being with him, and to my knowledge, he had never taken one back to his room, but then again the way he pulled me in was done subtle and quiet-like.

Chances were, I would get the “keep this quiet” speech he must have given the others whenever he was done snuggling.

That was a cynical thought, but it was necessary to keep me from losing myself to a fantasy that only existed in my head. If only Tripp returned my longing to be with him.

As we laid there snuggled up with me as the little spoon to his big, he caressed my side and thighs in long, slow motions. “Do you dream about a life away from the club?”

“You kicking me out?” I teased.

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