Page 72 of Awakening
She stepped in, her voice low and sassy, “Make me a believer then.”
And with that, she walked off toward my truck like she hadn’t just flipped my entire soul upside down by challenging me to blow her fucking back out.
I stood there for a beat, heart pounding like a bass drum. Yanna Black was a storm wrapped in honey, and I was ready to drown in her stickiness.
Walking up behind her, I made my demands clear, “When I open this door, get your fine ass in the back seat and take off everything, socks and shoes too. I want you ass naked. I know a nice secluded spot not too far from the hospital.” I slapped her ass. “Fucking playing with me likeI won’t sink every inch down your throat before I stroke you to fucking euphoria.”
Doing as I said, she climbed in the back and started removing her scrubs as I closed the door and quickly walked to the driver’s side. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my dick, as I looked in the rear view, watching her shimmy out her panties, causing me to groan involuntarily.
She leaned forward, completely nude, making me thankful the tint on my windows was dark. “Say ah.”
I opened my mouth as she ran the seat of her wet panties down my tongue, causing my dick to jump as I made it to our destination. Hopping out of the driver’s side and sliding into the back, I wasted no time grabbing her throat and kissing her as she pulled at the string of my scrubs. I helped her by getting them down to my ankles along with my boxer briefs, the scent of her arousal driving me insane.
Climbing in my lap she grabbed my hard dick placing it at her opening, slick with arousal and eased herself down until she was filled.
As if on cue, we moaned our satisfaction in unison, “Mmmmm fuck.”
My head dropped back and my eyes closed in pure ecstasy as she started to ride my dick so nasty, rotating her hips while sliding up and down my dick. “Yanna, baby, what the fuck are you doing to me?” I couldn’t help but ask.
I’d never had somebody ride my dick like this. It should’ve been illegal. Was she a porn Star in another life? I see why this nigga Caleb tried to live in her skin; she was fucking the common sense out of that nigga.
“Look at you, realizing why Caleb changed my lastname and Ajaih can’t keep my pussy out of her mouth.” My eyes opened to see a sexy ass smirk on her face as she nearly fucked me into submission.
Never one to back down, I grabbed her throat and started delivering deep strokes. I knew the minute I hit her spot because her body shivered like she was powering on. That was the added motivation I needed to go stroke after deep stroke right on her spot.
“Oh—ohhhhhh Mav, mmmm,” she whined, her face contorted with pleasure.
“Nah, don’t call my name now, baby. Keep that same energy and cum on this dick.”
Learning that she was never one to back down from a challenge, Yanna got on the balls of her feet and rode the tip of my dick, pulling a moan from me that I’d never heard, “Ahhhhhhhh, shitttt.”
“Mav, look at your dick while I cum on itttttt, ahhhhhh shit baby, I’m cumminnnnn.” My eyes moved south, doing as told and watching her cream make a frothy mess all over my shaft as her pussy continued to contract and gush.
Not able to hold off my release any longer, I pulled her mouth to mine and tongued her fine, freaky, thick ass down and painted her walls like a home improvement project.
I was still inside her, balls deep and trying to remember how to breathe. My chest rose and fell like I’d just run a marathon and came in dead last. She was still clenching around me, pussy fluttering like she hadn’t fully come down from her orgasm yet.
Yanna’s thick thighs were shaking slightly, her hands pressed against my chest as she sat up a little straighter, her hair wild and stuck to her forehead in damp curls. Shelicked her lips slowly, catching her breath with a mischievous little smirk that said she wasn’t done with me yet.
“You good?” she asked, voice low and teasing, her hips still rolling ever so slightly, like she knew my dick was sensitive as hell but she wasn’t ready to let up.
“I’m more than good,” I breathed, dragging my hands down the curve of her waist, gripping her ass to keep her still, “You tryna kill me?”
She laughed softly, climbing off me with a lazy roll of her hips that made my whole body jerk from overstimulation, my cum seeping out of her freshly fucked hole, the sight making my dick jump as it slapped against my stomach, wet and glistening with both of us, continuing to twitch from the aftershock of our session.
I leaned back, one arm thrown across the seat, trying to cool off. That’s when I saw them.
Her feet.
Pretty, small, soft, high-arched perfection. Toes painted a glossy electric blue. Anklet glinting against her deep brown skin. I hadn’t paid them much attention before, too distracted by how she was riding my soul out my body, but now?
I was fucking staring, unashamedly, at that, and too long apparently, because Yanna caught me.
Her head tilted, and that sexy-ass smirk returned, “You like feet, Mav?”
I looked away like a guilty kid, licking my lips and trying to play it cool, “I like you.”
“Nah,” she laughed, stretching those long, thick legs across my lap, “You like my feet, huh?”
