“You gon’ tease it or sit on it?” he asked, voice calm, hood, thuggish.
I didn’t answer as I lined him up, rubbing the tip against my pussy. The second I sank down on it, my soul left my fucking body. “Fuck, Khalid…”
My voice broke as my head dropped back. I took him inch by inch, slow, my walls clenching around him, stretching, fighting, welcoming the pressure.
He groaned deep, jaw clenched tight. “Damn. Pussy tryna swallow this shit whole.”
My hands planted on his chest as I dropped lower. My pussy was fluttering around him, damn near choking on the size. I didn’t even care how loud I was moaning because I couldn’t hide it.
When I finally sat flush on his lap, fully seated, I had to close my eyes and breathe through it. “Shiiit,” he muttered, voice low. “Look at you. You ridin’ it like this muthafucka yours.” I lifted up just a little, then dropped back down. We both let out a sound. “Do it again,” he said, voice raspier now. “Just like that, ma.”
I started moving up and down slowly as he grinded against me with deep strokes. And he watched me the whole time with his eyes locked on mine. “Look at you,” he growled. “So fuckin’ pretty when you ridin’ dick.” I whimpered. “You want me to talk to you while you cum on this shit again? Huh?”
“Yessss… please…”
He licked his lips, gripping my waist tighter. “You ridin’ a demon, baby. Ain’t no goin’ back to regular dick after this.”
I started moving faster. The clapping sounds filled the room. My ass bounced against his lap. He reached up and grabbed both titties, squeezing them roughly, like he couldn’tdecide which one he wanted in his mouth first. Then he sucked my left nipple into his mouth, biting it just enough to make me gasp.
“Khalid, shit…” I couldn’t keep up. I started to slow my pace, and he noticed. This nigga took over, leaning forward as he wrapped his arms around my waist like a hug. He locked me against him, fucking up into me. Hard.
My scream was instant. “Khalid, wait…”
“Uh uh. You started this shit,” he growled, voice in my neck. “Now take this dick and shut the fuck up.”
We were chest to chest with his mouth on my throat. His hips were slamming up into me from underneath with demonic strokes. All I could do was cry out with every stroke. The bed started shaking and I swore I felt the mattress lift again, but just a few inches this time. He fucked up into me harder. Deeper. Growling. Gripping. His face was buried in my chest as his teeth grazed my nipples before sucking on them.
“I want it again,” he growled. “That same nut you gave me before. But now? I want it while you look me in the eyes.”
He pulled back and stared at me. His face was stone serious, sweat dripping from his forehead. I started shaking as tears were in my eyes. The pressure was right there, and his sexy ass voice was right in my face.
“Come on, pretty girl. Ride this demon dick and fall apart.” That did it. My orgasm tore through me like fire. I came hard as fuck, screaming his name and scratching his back as he kept fucking me through it, holding me tighter. “Thaaaat’s it,” he growled. “There you go, ma.”
I collapsed on his chest, and he smacked my ass. Hard. Firm. Loud. The kind of smack that echoed. The kind that said I own this pussy. Then, he flipped me over like I weighed nothing. I couldn’t catch my damn breath, and my whole body was jelly, still twitching, pussy still leaking.
“Goddamn,” he let out a deep breath. “I’ma tear this pussy up again, but first I gotta eat somethin’, baby. I’m starvin’ like a muthafucka.” I felt the bed dip as he climbed off the bed.
I turned my head over my shoulder, breathless. “Wait… what? You didn’t even cum that time.”
He stepped around the bed, dick still hard as hell, and looked down at me with a smirk on his lips. “It’s all good. I’ma nut in due time,” he said, heading towards the bathroom. “You forgot a nigga been in a coffin, huh?” He called out. “I done gave you all this good dick and ain’t had one bite of food yet. Hell nah. Bring that ass.”
I couldn’t help it. I started laughing. This nigga was funny and nasty. Damn.Why can’t I keep him?
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In e v e rt h o u g h tI’d be posted up cross-legged on my couch, half naked with just panties and a bra on, sharing leftover Chinese with a man who was technically supposed to be dead, and I tried not to catch feelings. But here we were.
At eight in the morning, the sun was fully up and half-empty cartons of food were spread across my coffee table like a late-night hood feast, all warm again thanks to the microwave and our second wind. I’d wanted to cook breakfast, but Khalidwasn’t patient enough. I had the remote in one hand and a salt and pepper shrimp in the other.
He was wearing nothing but those black boxer briefs that sat low enough to make me question my sanity. His legs were stretched out like he owned the place, grubbing on a chicken teriyaki stick. And the way he was chewing that fried rice? Yeah. I was in trouble.
“This movie dumb as hell,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Ain’t no way I’m gettin’ possessed in a dirty ass house like that.”
I laughed and reached for another fry. “So if it was clean, you’d let the demon in?”
He looked over at me, eyes low. “If the demon bad as you? Hell yeah.”
I rolled my eyes and sipped my wine. “Boy, shut up.” He smirked and tossed a shrimp in his mouth.