Page 48 of Wasn't Supposed To Be Yours
“Dionne, why you gotta ask me about that bitch every time you get around me? I don’t deal with her! Her number not in my phone no more! I told you the wild shit that she said to me, and the way she got me out of my body, causing me to snap on her ass, and even put my hands on her. Look where I got you. I got you in my crib, and I don’t even move like that. I let you drive my whip. I don’t do goofy shit like that, either. Why the fuck you can’t see that I’m trying to make it all about you?” he asked me.
“Tavion, I’m scared. I’m not scared of her. I’m scared of the situation. Getting shot like that really did something to me mentally. I never dated again after that, so I have fears,” I was honest with him.
“I ain’t going to let nothing happen to you. Please don’t think that I’m judging you when I say this, but you was fuckin that woman’s husband, that’s why she did that. I don’t belong to nobody, love. Shit, I’m trying to belong to you, but you making that shit hard,” he snapped.
“Okay. Okay. I’m not going to say it anymore,” I said.
“You difficult. Finer than a motha fucka, but worrisome as shit. I got you in my crib, and you worried about the next bitch. Ya’ll in two totally different leagues, baby,” he let me know, and then he lifted me, so that he could put me on his lap.
I felt his dick from up under, just as I did the night we shared our kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his large hands went for my ass, keeping them there. We weren’t paying any attention to the TV. Tank had his back thrown into the couch, with his gaze on me, and it’s like I was the only thing that had his attention.
My eyes went for his lips. I stared at them in the same manner that I did the night that I felt them for the first time. I was so thirsty to kiss him, so I leaned in, our lips crashing into one other, and just as nasty as the kiss was the last time, is as nasty as it was this time.
In his lap, he took his hands off my ass, and put them on my waist, so that he could guide me, slowly grinding me on his dick. It was so freaky the way that he was doing it. I was moaning against his lips as we kissed because I couldn’t control it. His hands went back for my ass, and he stood up, carrying me. I’m talking sloppy tongue kissing once he stood up with me. My eyes were closed, pussy was jumping, as I was planted right on that dick.
He eventually broke the kiss, and he turned us around, sitting me down on the couch. He went for the hoodie that was I was wearing, and he took it off. No bra was on, so my titties were right in his face, and I saw the hearts in his eyes the second he saw them.
“Damn baby. They so fuckin pretty,” he complimented me, right before leaning his head in, and he placed kisses, and sucks on my neck.
He traveled his lips even further, and they went for my chest, where you could see what was left from me getting shot. When the shooting happened, and I recovered from it, I remember being so insecure about the scar. Over time, it did heal beautifully, but you could still look at the area and see the indentation. Tank kissed at the area, and I could have criedwhen he did that because I knew that was his way of trying to remind me that I was still beautiful. He then traveled his lips to my left nipple, softly grabbing a hold of it with just his lips, and he slowly started sucking. His touch was so gentle. He treated me like I was glass, and he didn’t want me to break. I was on the couch, grinding, and going crazy.
The whole time that he was making love to my nipples with his lips, his eyes were on me. On his knees before me, he kept his gaze on me, skillfully raised his right hand, put it on my flat stomach, and dragged his hand down into the swats that I was wearing, and the second his hand touched my bare, hairless pussy, I jumped at his touch.
He moved his lips over, going for my right breast, and started sucking on that one, while still looking me in my eyes. I was watching him intensely because I wanted to be prepared for whatever he did. Even with that, I still wasn’t prepared because he stuck three fingers in me, started quickly moving them in and out of me, all the while thumbing with my clit, and I swear I tried to run, and I was only trying to run because I was about to embarrass myself by cumming too fast.
“Don’t do that because Ima call you out on it. I’m testing this motha fucka out. When that pussy start cumming, I need to get a sneak peek and see if I’m dealing with a creamer, or a squirter. Don’t push back. Let daddy feel it,” he was soft as he was talking to me.
“I don’t… don’t make me... don’t make me cum yet… pleaseee,” I have never, I mean never acted this way during sex, but his fingers were intense, and I was only trying to make him stop because I felt like I didn’t have any control of my body, so I was scared on what I might do.
Tank stopped sucking on my breast, so that he could lean in closer, put his head right in front of my face, but his fingers were still working me.
“I ain’t gone make you cum. My fingers going to do it. Then my mouth, and if you allow me the opportunity, my dick going to do it too. I warned you that I was nasty. Didn’t I tell you that shit last weekend?” he asked, speeding up his fingers in me, and I yelped, my body jerked, preparing for what was about to happen.
“You going to make me cummmmmmmm…... Shittttt…. I’m doing itttt,” I whined, picking my hands up, and covering my face because I was so fuckin embarrassed. Tank kissed at my hands and then pulled them away from my face. He took his fingers out of me and looked at it. He examined his wet fingers.
“So, I get the best of both worlds with you. This pussy cream, and squirt,” he said, followed by him licking off the mess that I created.
My heart was racing, pussy was thumping, as he stayed on his knees, pulling the sweats off. He tossed them to the side, pulled me down to him, so that my ass was right at the edge, and he got a hold of my ankles, bending my legs, so that they were on the side of my head, and my pussy was right in his face. It was leaking. I felt the juices seeping out of me.
“This pussy is beautiful, baby. Damn. We finally get the chance to meet. Can I taste you?” he asked me in a way that was so nasty, and sweet. All I did was nod my head, telling him that he could, and that’s when he leaned in, placed a sloppy wet kiss on my clit, and the juices that had seeped out, he swept them back up with his tongue, placed them back on the hood of my clit, and I got ate out in the nastiest way that I’ve ever been eaten out in my life.
“Ohhh… ohhh… ohhh,” I couldn’t even say anything. A complete sentence couldn’t leave my lips as I looked down, and I watched this man literally feast on me.
His hands were still holding my ankles behind my head, so it was just straight tongue that I was getting. To see a fine man likeTank go down on me and eat me in a way that should have been against the law, was too much for my body to handle.
“You taste exactly how I expected you to. This pussy so good, baby. Open your eyes and look down at me. I’m learning you, but I’m catching on quick. Pussy about to do something, huh?” he asked, doing all this talking, all the while eating me.
“Yesssssss,” was literally all I had. My eyes had watered, which was a feeling that has never happened. I’ve heard stories of women crying while being intimate, but that has never happened to me.
“What it’s about to do?” he asked.
“Tankkkkk…. I’m cuminggggg… pleaseeeee…. Pleaseeeee…. Don’t stop,” my legs were shaking, and I wanted to move after that powerful orgasm, but his hands literally locked around my ankles, and he went crazy with his tongue, and lips, eating me nastier than the first time, putting in over time to get me to cum again, which he did, and I squirted, put my hands on his head, pushing him away, as he rocked my body in a way that it’s never been rocked before.
My face had fresh tears falling, as he let up on my pussy for a second. He leaned up, face in front of me, kissing my tears away.
“Why you crying?” he asked.
“Why did you eat me like that? I don’t know why I’m fuckin crying,” my voice was shaking as I spoke to him.
