Page 106 of Tainted

“No, because nothing is going to happen.”

“You’re starting to make a nigga feel like a piece of meat,” I joked, watching Zara unbutton my pants.

“Then feed me.”

That failed threesome seemed to do something to Zara. Before that, she was adamant about not fucking me. She'd stop me immediately whenever things got too hot, but now she couldn’t get enough.

I watched her slide off the counter to her knees, pulling my pants down. Her soft, sexy lips latched onto the head, allowing the shaft to slide down her throat. The suction made my knees buckle as my thumb stroked her cheek for encouragement. Swirling her tongue across the tip had me on a high that I needed after a long day.

Zara took offense to my muffled moans while my dick slid down her throat. Mischief was written all over her face as she sucked harder until I had no choice but to cum down her throat. The way Zara licked the lone drop on the side of her mouth had me eager to taste her, too.

“I can’t fuck this pretty pussy on an empty stomach.”

Lifting Zara to the counter, I pulled my shirt over her head, pleased that nothing was underneath it. The sight of her pussy so wet, ready, and perfect was an easy view to get lost in.

“If you run, I’ll chase you,” I warned, feeling her body tense as my lips nipped the inside of her thigh.

I slid my fingers inside, and she whimpered, “Please,” in the sexiest cadence I’d ever heard.

“You can do better than that. Please what, baby,” I nipped again, this time my thumb brushing against her moist nub.

“Please!” She begged, making my dick pulse so hard it hurt.

“Ah. Ah. Just because you’re whining doesn’t mean you get your way. Not today.” Her stomach grew bigger, humping and thrusting against my fingers, desperate for more.

“Use that mouth and tell me what you want.” Zara’s moans were sweet. She had me confessing feelings I usually delivered in tapered doses. “Tell me anything, Baby. I’ll do it for you. Whatever it is.”

My fingers stopped, forcing her to yell, “You! I-I want you, Kenyon!”

Her response was music to my ears, so I swapped my fingers with my tongue as a reward.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, you know that?”

She hummed something inaudible. “Let me hear you say it!”

“I’m,” she paused, to catch her breath with my tongue weaving between her folds. “I’m s-so beautiful.” She rushed out, gripping the back of my head for leverage.

“Damn right, you are. You taste just as good as you look, too.”

I came up for air, with her juices decorating my face so I could position Zara exactly where I wanted her. She was bent over the counter with one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip.

“Kenyon!” she whimpered as the head barely slipped inside. I turned her around, taking her neck between my teeth. “Baby!” she begged, her hands holding on to the counter for dear life.

I wound my hand in her hair, pulling her back with her mouth open like my dick was still inside it.

“I got you, Babygirl.” I pinched her clit, making her hips rock like she was on stage. “Breathe,” I demanded, the heat from my words made her body shudder but she listened, making me proud, “You’re taking it so well.”

It felt like the temperature in the kitchen had reached dangerous levels, watching the arch of Zara’s back.

“Fuck you feel so good, Babygirl.”

”Cum!” she paused, trying to catch her breath, “Cum with me, Baby! Please!”

The way Zara peered back like her life depended on me cumming for her. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her, and she knew it, dropping her chest to the counter and inviting me deeper.

“Oh my god, yes baby!” Zara yelled.

My dick tensed up, I tried to hold her in place, but Zara was focused on winding her hips to my stroke. Not being able to hold my nut back any longer, I released while she leaned against the counter, catching her breath.

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