Page 13 of Make Me Your Hitta

Adonis’s eyes followed my rhythmic movement as my lips parted to speak. “Other places taste good as well.” Wantonly, I lifted my hand to my lips and sucked the two fingers into my mouth, tasting myself on them.

“Share.” He grunted, pulling my fingers from my mouth and sliding them into his. His eyes closed. “Again.” As I guided my hand back between my thighs, his fingers joined mine in teasing at the entrance of my water park.

I whimpered with desire.

“I want to do nasty fuckin’ things to you, Nobi,” Adonis admitted while dragging his fingers across my aching, hairless pussy before pushing one deep inside me until he couldn’t go any further.

“Do you?” I asked innocently, although I already knew the answer. I could see the outline of his dick through his navy blue swim trunks. I reached for it, tracing it through the slinky material.

He groaned, grabbing my hand. “Yes.” He pressed my hand against him, moving it up and down. “You want that, too, don’t you?”

I flashed a devious smirk up into his face. What a stupid question. Of course, I wanted it. He must’ve been blind if he hadn’t noticed how much I’d always liked him.

“Yes,” I answered, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his trunks before sinking to my knees on the hard tile floor. Lifting my eyes to him, I smiled. “Let me show you how much.”

His eyes followed me down as his swim trunks fell to his ankles. I reached for him, curling my warm palm around the base of his erection, and squeezed. Slowly, I began to move my hand up and down. My tongue played over my lips, wetting them. We both knew what was coming. I couldn’t wait to wrap my cherry-flavored lips around the thick, one-eyed monster staring back at me.

A bolt of electricity flowed through me as I licked the length of him—all nine inches and the mushroom-shaped tip. The deep, guttural moan that tore its way out of his mouth was more a growl than anything else. Glancing upward, I saw him smile. That was when I realized he liked everything I was doing to him.

My lips opened into a wide O-shape as I ducked my mouth over the head. I suctioned my lips around his girth as I took him to the back of my throat and held it there.

“Fuck, you look so fuckin’ good like that,” he growled, palming the back of my head.

I bobbed up and down, sucking short and soft before swallowing him down like I was a parched woman in the middle of the desert, and his cum was the only thing I wanted to drink. It was bliss. It was hot as fuck. It was my very first time.

“Let me see you touch yourself,” Adonis declared.

He kept a firm grip on the back of my head, ensuring none of my loose curls fell over my face and obscured his view. He pinched one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I gasped with pleasure.

“Play with your clit, Nobi. Sink a finger into that wet ass pussy,” he demanded.

I did what he asked without him having to ask again. My body moved slowly against my hand. I moved my mouth in time with it, so it was almost like I was fucking him and not the finger that was buried deep inside my pussy.

Yanking at my arm, Adonis pulled my fingers up to his mouth and tasted them in turn. I knew my taste turned him on by the way his dick swelled against my tongue. Pulling the length of his erection from my mouth, he jerked it for a few seconds.

“Tongue out,” he commanded as a drop of precum seeped from the tip. “Taste.”

I watched his eyes roll back as my tongue ran over the head. I smirked when a little moan of enjoyment tumbled from his lips. It was innocent but animalistic all at the same time. Adonis hooked his strong hands underneath my arms and pulled me to my feet before he kissed me.

He lifted me into his arms, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he inched toward the bedroom. Each step was torture. I ground against his erection with needy hip jerks until he couldn’t take it anymore. He stopped mid-stride and slammed me against the nearest wall.

His mouth hungrily claimed mine as he reached between our bodies. The tip of his erection slipped up to my entrance quickly, but he had to work for the rest of it. I was a virgin, and my pussy was airtight and wetter than water. I gasped as my world fractured into a mosaic of pain and pleasure. As badly as I wanted to enjoy the moment, the angle was all wrong.

“Fuck, this pussy is so fuckin’ tight,” he groaned, his voice laced with a raw edge of possession. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t stop. Keep going.”

Bending his knees, Adonis pushed upward. There was a moment of searing discomfort, a barrier giving way, but then he was fully seated within me, and everything clicked into place. It was right—our connection, our union. A grunt fell from his lips as he filled me completely. For a second, neither of us could move. The pain felt good as if he’d been made perfectly for me. I wiggled against him, and he buried himself inside me further when I thought that was impossible.

Adonis snaked his body in and out of me with the kind of passion that I didn’t think was possible. I clung to his muscles, my nails leaving little crescent-shaped indents in his skin. Our lips came together as hard as our bodies.

A moan slipped past my lips. “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop, Adonis,” I whispered.

Sweat coated us, making our bodies slip and slide against each other, but nothing was wetter than the junction between my thighs. I felt my juices coating him, dripping down his thighs.

It was all because of him. Adonis had me so turned-on. My pussy spasmed and then clenched around his girth. I carelessly tossed my head back against the wall and screamed.

“Fuck, Adonis! Fuck!”

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