Page 17 of Krist and Moanie
Seconds later my back was against his cool sheets.
“I wanna taste this muthafucker. Can I?”
I looked down at him and nodded, knowing damn well I should’ve been trying to locate some dignity.
His hands wrapped around the bands of my shorts and underwear before he helped me out of them. Once he had them off, he dropped them and pulled my body to the end of my bed.
“Shit wet as fuck, inviting me in.” He spoke low and raspy. “You want me to taste you, Moanie?’
Again, I nodded.
“Nah, I wanna hear you tell me.”
Yep, my dignity had abandoned me. “I want you to taste my pussy.”
He smiled then sent his index and middle finger along the sides of my flesh. “You sure about that?”
“Mhmm,” I moaned, feeling him explore. He was teasing me on purpose.
“Shit.” I sat up on my elbows the moment he dipped his lips between my legs. The way his tongue swiped against my bulb was wicked.
One swipe and he was sending the strongest voltage of electricity through my body. It was like he crashed my brain.
“You want me to kiss this motherfucker, don’t you?” He played in with my wetness, massaging my clit with his index and middle fingers. I wanted to look at him so badly, but my brain was short circuiting, overfilled with pleasure.
“Bab..by,” I moaned, but he dove right in, eating my center like we hadn’t just eaten a few hours ago.
Then he lifted his head, locking eyes with me. “Sit the fuck back, I got this.” He plunged his face again, sending more electricity through my being. Fuck a jolt down my spine, I had those shits all over my body. It was like his lips were channeling it through my body.
I nipped at the inner part of my cheek, feeling my legs trembling under his grasp. He told me to sit the fuck back, and I wanted to, but I couldn’t. The way his mouth nipped at my flesh should have been studied.
I came so hard moments later that I just knew getting up wasn’t an option. By that time I was lying on my back, body coming off a ride I didn’t know was possible.
“I knew that motherfucker was sweet. My lil Honey Bun.” He moved to the side of the bed and went into his nightstand. He retrieved a gold wrapper from the first drawer, then stood in front of me.
I watched him push his sweats and drawers down and my eyes immediately went to the long, thick, perfectly shaped dick hanging halfway down his thigh. Once he had the condom secured, he leaned down, pulling my body closer to the edge.
He rested his dick at my center with a smile before he began to play in my wetness with it. “You so fucking wet for me, Moanie.”
I couldn’t respond because not a word coveted my mind. The anticipation of him inside me left no space for anything else.
“You want me in here?” he asked, pressing against my clit with a grin.
I moaned. “You know I do.”
“Then open up for me, Honey Bun.”
My brain stared to race, mind wondering how open he wanted me to be while my legs did the fucking work. That work was me literally doing a split, back and ass against the bed while my legs did exactly as he asked.
He stood there gripping his girth with straight up lust, but he took his time. Then he began feeding himself into me.
Shit, the pain felt so good I forgot to breathe. How the fuck could I stop breathing? Easy, like this.
He filled me in one thrust, then pulled back, eyes remaining on me the whole time. “You want me to stop?”
“N-n…no,” I stammered quickly without any mental balance or clarity. My brain was crashing in the best way possible.
He leaned down and kissed the side of my face before pushing his lips against mine and thrusting into me so deep I just knew something in there was bruised. It was not medically possible, but something was. It had to be.
