Page 19 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
Taking my time, I learn every part of her pussy and easily learn that she has a sensitive clit because when I give it a little attention, she starts to squirm, damn near running from me. I don’t let her move though. I want her right here with my face drowning in her pussy. So, I grip her ass and hold her steady while I eat her up. Not even a minute later, I’m drowning in her juices.
“Damn. You taste sweet as fuck,” I groan before running my tongue down her slick lips.
“Ooooo, got damn,” she whimpers. “I can’t…don’t…shit. What was that?” she stumbles out.
“That was you wetting my face,” I answer and she grins.
Her soft hands grab my face and she pulls me towards her. When my face is to hers, she nastily kisses her juices frommy mouth. I’m turned on by her in every way and my dick is threatening to burst through my sweats. I’m so caught up that I don’t realize that one of her hands is off my face until I feel it on my dick. She’s eased her hand in my sweats.
“Damn,” I groan.
“Can I have this now?” she begs as she strokes me.
“Hell yea.”
Her hand feels so fucking good; I hate to move but I need a condom. Not being deep inside of her isn’t an option. So, I drag myself off the bed and grab a condom from my armoire. When I glance back at her, I see her stalking my every move. They don’t leave me at all. She watches as I remove my boxers and sweats and as I roll on the condom. They don’t waver, even when I step back to the bed and climb on top of her. Using my knee, I spread her long legs then glide my tip up and down her wet slit.
“Daymir, please,” she begs as her body squirms under me. Granting her wish and mine fo’ damn sure, I slowly enter her. She’s so fucking tight that I had to really ease in. As she adjusts to my girth and length, her back arches and her legs widen. “Oh my God!” she lightly screams as I get deeper and deeper.
She feels too fucking warm, tight, wet, and good that I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from busting too fucking fast. This shit has to be what heaven feels like. When I’m all the way in, I take a minute to gather my thoughts and to enjoy the feel of her pulsating on and hugging my dick.
“Oh God. I feel you everywhere. I’m bout to cum,” she moans and I’m not even fucking her.
But I get it. Shit!
“You want to cum?” I ask as I start to stroke.
“Mm hm,” she hisses. “Yes.”
My mouth covers hers and I kiss her passionately as I fuck her with long deep strokes. Within minutes, she’s cumming and I can feel her warm juices drown me.
“Damn, Imani,” I groan. My thrusts pick up and I swear each time I pull out, she pulls me back in andfuck!
The more I dig into her sweet pussy, the wetter she gets, and the harder it is for me to hold out. So, when she comes again, without missing a stroke, I place my hand under her back and roll us over, putting her right where I want her, on top of me. I want her riding my dick when I bust.
With a smile on her pretty face, she leans in and kisses me. Then, her eyes close. She reaches her hands back and rests them on my knees. The slight arch in her body is magnificent and I love the way her breasts are up. My hands cup them both then I place my right one around her neck. With beautiful precision, she starts to bounce up and down on me and…
“Fuck,” I groan and she moans too. We lock eyes and she rides me until she has another orgasm. This one causes her entire body to shake. Her pace picks up and she moans as she bounces. Her sounds, the look of her body, and the feel of her warm juices are too much. My hand tightens a little around her neck as I bust. “Shit!” I grunt as I fill the condom.
She collapses on me and my arms wrap around her. For a moment, we both lay, breathless. The only sounds in my condo are our heavy breathing until she says, “Mm, mm. mm,” and grins.
Imani
Dragging myself out of my funk and coming here was the best decision. Daymir is exactly what I needed. The way he just made me forget all about that stupid ass hospital was everything. He’s everything and his dick, oh my God, it’s in a category of its glorious own. I’m content as hell laying right here on his chest but I know the moment I move, I’m going to still feel him.
“You good?” he asks as his big hands caress my back.
“I am now,” I honestly admit.
“Now? When I come back, you can tell me why you wasn’t good before,” he says as he slightly lifts up. Then, he leans in and kisses me before climbing out of his big ass bed with that big ass dick swinging.
Where did this man come from?
Alone in the bed, I capitalize on the moment and stretch out my arms then try to stretch out my legs. They are less cooperative than my arms but I manage. Then, I inch up in the bed, resting my back on his extra-cushioned high headboard.
His room is very much him, big, masculine, simple, and sexy. Everything is black and grey. This large bed serves as the centerpiece of the room. A massive TV is on the wall opposite of the headboard. On the right wall by his ensuite bathroom door is a large armoire and the left wall has built-in bookshelves and the shelves are filled with books.
When he walks out of the bathroom, he has a hand towel in his hand. He steps to the bed and places the warm towel on my thigh. Gently, he wipes my thighs and then between my legs.
