Page 45 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“Either way, I got to mark my territory,” he says with a smug but devilish look on his handsome face.
This break is going to kill me!
Hold strong, girl,I tell myself because insisting on a break is the right thing to do,right?DJ needs him more than me.
His lips crash into mine at the same time as his big hands fumble with the buttons on my jumpsuit. Feverishly and hungrily, his mouth commandeers mine and I damn near swoon. All wonderment is gone; I know exactly what he means by marking his territory. I’m his territory and he’s about to claim me and my body and I have not one objection. His hands move inside of my unbuttoned jumper. He caresses my skin as he pushes my romper off. The way his touch manages to be soft yet firm is magical and I feel my skin molding to his fingers.
“Mm. What are you doing?” I moan into his mouth.
“Pulling this down,” he utters while doing just that. When it reaches my waist, I assist him and wiggle it down over my ass and hips. It drops and pools at the ankle of my Miu Mius, exposing my bra and panties. “Fuck,” he practically growls as he takes me all in with his eyes first, then his hands. While cupping my breasts, he presses them together then buries his face in them. After inhaling me, he traces his warm tongue all over my breast. “I love the way you smell and taste,” he groans.
Every inch of my being is enflamed, the tiny hairs on my arms are standing at full attention, and my clit is throbbing. My reaction to him is nothing I’ve ever experience. Caught up in all things Daymir, I reach up my hands and caress his buried head. When I kiss the top of it, he lifts it and blesses me with his beautiful yet devious smile.
He’s about to take me through it.
His large hands move from my breast to my ass and he skillfully slides my panties down. When they fall on my pooled jumper, he lifts me and with my arms latched around his neck, he steps to the hood of my baby. Our lips and tongues passionately battle as he places me on my ride.
When we break our kiss, our eyes lock. While staring into mine, he eases his hand between my legs. Slowly, he runs his fingers up and down my slit then he pinches my clit between his knuckles. A jolt of ecstasy shoots through me and my eyes close and my head falls back.
“Shiiitt,” I trill.
“Look at me,” he requests as one of his fingers breaches my opening.
“Huh,” I moan from the feeling.
“Give me your eyes, Imani,” he demands this time.
Although on it’s face his demand is simple, me following it isn’t. The sensation of his finger sliding in and out of me as his knuckles rub against my sensitive clit has my mind scrambled. I can barely think much less will my head to lift and eyes to open.
“Mmm,” I moan.
“Look at me baby,” he says again. He’s added another finger and two is just too amazing. The little fragments of cohesiveness I was trying to cling to are dissipating as his fingersgracefully and mercilessly fucks me. Thankfully, once he realizes that I’m incapable of complying with his request, he uses his free hand and grips my chin. He pulls my head upright and kisses me with so much passion. “I want you to look at me, baby,” he says and I muster the strength to do so. While staring into mine, he adds, “You and me are it. You’re mine and this wet ass pussy is definitely mine.” He removes his fingers then smears my juices across his lips before placing his fingers into his mouth. “So fucking sweet,” he groans.
“Nasty ass,” I utter with a smirk.
“This break,” he begins before capturing my mouth again with his. “It’s not gone be long.” He pecks my lips. “Not long at all. I’m not letting off you, ever. You understand?” he asks just as his hand returns to my pussy. Because his fingers are strumming my lower lips, I can only respond with a nod. He smirks at my response then adds, “Good. Now lay back and let me give you a real kiss.”
I ease backwards and the moment my back is on the hood, I feel him spread my legs. Seconds later, I feel his warm tongue pressed against my pussy and my body buckles.
“Shit!” I moan too damn loud so I place my hand over my mouth.
He dives in, dragging his tongue down my slit. He gives my lips attention next, precisely sucking and licking both before tongue kissing my clit. He takes his time, pleasing every inch of my pussy and I try hard not to melt into my hood. My body is on fire. I’m squirming and running with no destination planned. I don’t want to go anywhere. Right here, powerless to his mouth, is exactly where I want to be. Daymir is a man of his word. He feasts on me, claiming me, his territory, until I reach two beautiful but massive orgasms.
Daymir
“He is your twin,” Red gushes as DJ climbs into her chair.
“I keep hearing that,” I admit.
“My name is Daymir too but I like DJ,” he says.
“I like DJ too,” Red says as she clamps the cape around his neck. “How old are you?”
“Six. My birthday is in June,” he tells her.
“June? So is my son. He’s seven but a little shorter than you.”
“What’s his name?” DJ asks.
