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TORI

Irushed home, grabbed a shower, and packed a spinnanite bag filled with all the essentials, because I was no rookie. Then when I felt ready for whatever he planned to do to me, I went to him. His texted instructions told me to just turn the knob of his apartment to enter so I did just that. And stopped.

He’d only been here a few weeks and barely had furnishings but off to the left, his big lounge chair that sat only a few feet away from his large screen TV showed me his priorities in the way of housing needs. His kitchen looked unlived in so I could only imagine his massive stainless-steel refrigerator, being empty. I placed my bag onto the counter and slid off my small jacket. I was left in only my black fleece hooded dress and my black leather thigh-high riding boots. As I was moving away from the counter, I spotted a small piece of white paper. Actually, it was a napkin.

On it said:

Take off your clothes.

Shaking my head at his use of a napkin to express his desires, I bent over and unzipped my boots and removed them and my socks, one by one. When I straightened, I grabbed the hem of my dress and brought it over my head. I let it fall to the floor, with my bra and panties following. I padded my way through the large empty space, my feet eventually growing accustomed to the cold pale hardwood floor. I followed the path, laid out in front of me, until I came across another napkin.

Lean against the wall and touch yourself. Think of me.

I had long since rid myself of inhibitions when it came to Christian. He was the only man that had me completely open and by that, I meant, mind, body and soul, I was his for the taking. He knew how to work each part. So his request, or should I say, his order, was no burden. I leaned back against the cool butter-colored wall and parted my thighs. Somehow, I felt as if I were giving him a show and started to caress my body in the way I wanted him to do. I took account of how full my breasts felt when I cupped them. How hard my nipples were without stimulation. I ran my palm down my abdomen and admired how toned my body felt, and how soft as well. When I reached my mound, I enjoyed the texture of the small thatch of hair above my slit. When I moved to my lips, they were already wet with my honey. I played at it, enjoying the slick texture of it, and when I pushed my fat lips apart, I moaned at how drenched I was. I didn’t want to keep this up because I preferred for him to get all of this.

As if he heard my thoughts, he appeared, coming out of a room off the hall. He was naked, which I appreciated because I didn’t think I had the patience to wait for all that damn undressing. He didn’t speak and neither did I, not at first, as he approached me slowly. When he stood in front of me with that fat hard dick I fell in love with after the first time we had sex, I started to drop to the floor but he stopped me with a shake of his head.

“Nah. Wait. Let me taste you first.” My eyes closed but not before I saw him kneeling.

“Turn around and face the wall. Stick that pretty pussy in my face Tori.”

I almost cum from his words. I pressed my palms against the wall and moved my legs apart. His hands caressed my calves and worked their way up to my thighs and squeezed them.

“Fuck. You’re sexy baby.”

“Mmmmmmn. Christian …”

“Yeah, baby. Imma take care of it. All of it.”

I felt him separate my ass cheeks and before I could even enjoy the sensation of being exposed that way to him, his tongue was dipping into my folds. Swiping, licking, pulling moans out of me, capturing my hard nub into his mouth and nibbling on it. He worked the hell out of my cat in a matter of moments and by time I thought he was just warming up, my face was pressed against the wall, I was up on my tippy toes, and screaming out on the top of my lungs.

“Mmmmmmmmmm, you tasted so fucking good. Give me all of that.”

How could I respond? I was speechless at how my body gave no resistance to his manipulations and flipped me into an orgasm at lightning speed like I was a novice.

“Let’s take this to my bedroom,” he was saying. It was hard to know if I was imagining things or if it was truly happening because so far, it all seemed too good to be true. He just brought his big dick having ass back to Pittsburgh and I was whining and twisting around like a simpleton.

But I moved towards the bedroom without argument because simpleton or not, I knew what was good for me. He was good for me. That realization had me turning to him and pulling him close for a kiss, which he returned. Tasting myself on his lips and tongue had me running my fingers through his short cut hair and reached around his sculpted back to move him in closer. So close, I wanted him inside of me. He honored my wish by hoisting me up and before entering me asked me an important question.

“Is it safe?”

I nodded. “You’ve been tested?”

“Yes, you?”

“Yes. After my last partner a year ago.”

He looked pleased and kissed me to show me he was. Our kiss grew urgent, intense, and before I could wonder when he’d drop me down on him, he planted me onto his dick.

“Ahhhhhhhh. Damnnnnnn, baby.”

“Mmmmhmmmm. I told you, I would take care of it.”

“You did. You did. Fuck.”

He was bouncing me up and down on his wood, with such finesse, I had to wonder about his workout routine. I tightened my legs around his waist and allowed him control of my movements, by guiding me up and down, rocking me back and forth. When he decided he wanted me differently he moved me to the bed and had me kneel at the edge of it. I looked back as he stroked his glistening dick, and it was too delicious looking to pass up. I turned and grabbed him and wrapped my lips around the head, before fully sliding my tongue and mouth up and down his length.

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