Page 119 of Call Me Mrs. Taylor

A deep, strangled moan rises in my throat.

“Yeah, don’t make me wait for this shit. Cum. Now.” He drives into me harder, pounding me into obedience. “Cum on this dick. That’s all you good for. Wet me up. Soak my shit. I’m ready, baby. I’m ready. Bust that nut for me.”

My toes curl until they crack, my body coiling tight until I’m ready to snap. But I don’t want this to end.

“You was talkin’ big shit on them videos, huh?” He pounds into me again, harder. “Where’s all that shit now? Out here following me, pullin’ up on my people, tattooin’ a nigga’s name. All that for this dick, huh?”

Yeah.

Kind of.

“You ain’t shit. You know that?”

I nod, clenching at the sound of his low chuckle.

He pulls out, leaving my pussy empty, then slams back in, causing a collision that sends heat licking up my spine. I’m close, so close, but I can’t let go. Letting go means lettinghimgo.

He releases my hair, his fingers nudging my head away like he’s tossing something useless in the trash can.

“Ahhh…fuuuuck…” His groan is low and rough and reluctant, like it’s being torn from the depths of his soul. “I wish you could see the way you creamin’ on this dick, Raya.”

I almost moan at the thought.

I’m not gonna last much longer.

“Pussy so fuckin’ good. Too bad you ain’t shit.”

I nod again, clenching when I feel his fingers on my clit. Just a few flicks, then he drags them through my folds.

“Open your mouth.”

I barely get my lips parted when he jams his fingers in.

“Suck.”

I do. Of course I do.

He groans, his rhythm faltering just slightly.

“Yeah, suck on that shit, baby. Taste that sweet pussy. Your shit taste like honey.”

I fellate his fingers, dragging my tongue over the pads of them, desperate to please him, to secure his approval. I need it like I need the air I breathe.

“I know you’re holding back,” he says, dark and sinister. “Don’t piss me off.”

I suck harder.

“I told your crazy ass to cum on this dick. Cum on this fucking dick, Raya.”

I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut, feeling every inch of him, every inch of that thing, filled completely by the unbearable pressure. It’s too much. Too perfect.

My vision blurs as the pleasure coils in my belly, deep and unyielding. My body teeters on the edge, so precarious. So close. So…

He slaps my back, right on my tattoo, and I scream as the sting pushes me over. The orgasm consumes me like a tidal wave, pulling me under, dragging me down into pure, unadulterated ecstasy.Everythingis cumming, clenching and pulsing and seizing. I can’t control it. I can only ride the wave.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice strained. “There go my pussy. There she go. That shit feels so good, baby. Let it all out. Cum all over this dick.” He rubs a finger across Ace.“Myfucking pussy. Gimme all that. That’s mine, baby. That’s mine.”

I feel him stiffen behind me. His breath hitches. He grips my hips so hard, I feel the bruises gathering already.

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