Page 8 of Paranormal Love From an Immortal Thug
“Khalid, oh my God…”
He pulled back just enough to speak. “Ain’t no God in here, ma. Just me.” Then he spat on my pussy and watched it drip down before licking me again. I gasped as he slid two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them while strokingdeeply. My body lost control. I moaned loudly, grabbing at the sheets while trying to close my thighs. He growled and held them open. “Keep them legs the fuck open,” he said. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
He didn’t just eat. He handled me. Tongue locked on my clit. Fingers working inside me with rhythm. I could feel him moaning against it. His voice was deep, steady, like he was fully in his element. I came hard. Crying. Arching. My whole body was shaking while he kept his mouth on it, dragging the orgasm out longer than I thought possible.
And when I thought he’d stop, he fucking didn’t. He kept eating. He kept stroking. That shit pushed me into another orgasm. I moaned as my legs shook again.
“Yeah,” he said, pulling back and dragging his fingers slowly through the mess he made. “That’s what I like. Pussy taste good and you ain’t scared to moan for a nigga.”
I was breathless. My eyes were glassy. My body was still recovering. Legs trembling. Pussy twitching. My chest was rising so fast while I tried to catch up to what just happened. My sheets were soaked. My inner thighs were coated in wet. My mind was fried, but somehow my eyes still followed his every move.
Khalid climbed off the bed and stood tall at the edge again. His body was still glistening with heat, muscles flexed, chest heaving. Then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of those boxer briefs and dropped them low.
I gasped. His dick swung down heavily. Long. Thick. Dark. Veiny. Fat. Like it had weight behind it. Like he could knock the wind outta me with one stroke if I wasn’t ready. My mouth parted without even thinking.
“Where the fuck you think you’re putting that big ass dick?”
He smirked, full of ego, with one hand wrapped around the base like he was born to hold it. He stroked that big ass dick slowly, eyes dragging over me. “I’ma put this muthafucka right where it belong,” he said, licking his lips. “Don’t worry, baby. I ain’t gon’ hurt you… unless you want me to.”
I swallowed hard.
He stepped closer to the bed, still gripping that monster between his legs, the head already glistening. Then, his voice dropped. “Now, turn that pussy the fuck over.” I didn’t move fast enough. So he came to the edge of the bed and gave the back of my thigh one hard slap. “Don’t make me say it twice.”
My body moved before my brain could catch up. I slowly turned over, trembling. Ass up, back arched, face in the pillow, breathing heavy. I felt exposed. Open. Leveled out in a way no man had ever made me feel.
Khalid climbed behind me and gripped both cheeks, spreading me open with no hesitation. “Yeahhhh,” he drawled low, almost to himself. “Just like that. Look how fuckin’ pretty this pussy is.”
Then I felt him lean down, and soon, his tongue flicked long strokes from my clit up to my ass. Then back down again and again. Each time it was wet and sloppy.
I moaned into the pillow, hands gripping the sheets. He spat on it and slurped it all up, tongue lapping like a dog. “Fuck…” I whimpered.
“You feel that?” he said, voice damn near growling behind me. “That’s me makin’ sure you remember a nigga when I’m gone. You gon’ feel this tongue in your fuckin’ sleep.”
He sucked my clit from behind, gripped both cheeks like he owned them, and flattened his tongue against me until I couldn’t hold still. I started moaning again, crying. “Fuck… fuuuuck…” He didn’t care. He licked it like he was built for this. Beard dragging. Breathing heavy. Big hands gripping my waist to keep me steady as I started shaking all over again. “Khalid!”
“Uh huh. You know you wanna cum again.” He reached up and gripped my throat from behind, pulling me up slightly so I arched harder, giving him everything. “Take this shit. You strong, right? Let me see it.”
And just like that, he went deeper with his tongue, applying more pressure. And the whole time I was thinking,damn, this is just his tongue. I just knew that dick was going to hit something crazy.
WEDNESDAY
Id i d n ’ tk n o wif I was shaking from the cold or from how wet I was. Shit, maybe it was both.
Khalid had my ass in the air, my thighs slick, and my mind barely hanging on by a thread. His tongue worked me from behind like he was tasting his last meal. My body was screaming, jerking, trying to crawl up the bed, but he held me there, spitting on my pussy again. Then licked it slowly, mouth wide, deep, wet strokes that had me whimpering into the sheets.
“You ever been ate like this from the back?” he asked, voice low and breathless.
“No… fuck. I…”
“I ain’t think so.”
Khalid gripped my ass harder and buried his face between my cheeks, licking until my legs gave out under me. And then, he pulled back. I heard him spit in his palm, and I knew he was stroking that big ass dick.
“Face in the fuckin’ pillow,” he growled behind me. “Arch that shit up.”
My mouth opened, but I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. I turned my head to glance back, and that’s when the lights flickered twice, then held steady but dim. The air in the room dropped so cold that I felt goosebumps rise all over my skin.
Khalid moved closer, sliding his warm hand up my back. “Don’t look back again,” he said. “Just feel this shit.” He lined himself up, head of his dick pressed right against my entrance. “Relax.”
