Page 643 of Hell Hath No Fury
Is it that evident? The pain and reluctance I feel over my past. Not wanting to talk about it, I reach for his shoulder, pushing him down until he’s eye-level with my pussy. The memory of us in his office sends a throbbing rush to my sex.
“Damn, Piccola. I see your clit swelling for me.” There’s a guttural groan that follows. “Mm. That’s right. Let me see you clench it.”
I do as I’m told, making good use of all the months of Kegels I’ve practiced. Kareem slips a finger between my lips, rubbing my arousal up and down my slit. I observe him, and it’s like he’s dazed and seemingly unaware that I’m even in the room with him. All that’s there is him and his desire to please me.
After a moment of playing with the nectar that seeps from me, he brings his mouth to my pussy, kissing me softly. Over and over before finally spreading my lips and dragging his tongue from my hole up to my clit where he sucks my sensitive bud. I gasp aloud and unapologetically, throwing my head back in ecstasy.
“Oh, shit,” I moan, running my hand through his waves. “Yes.”
Kareem uses my cries as fuel for his efforts. His long, thick tongue circles my entrance, diving in and out. The wet, sticky sound of our connection fills the air, driving me wilder than Iever dreamed possible. He finds my clit again, pulling it between his lips, using his tongue to torture me.
“Look at me,” he commands. “I want you to see how fucking good you taste.”
“Fuck, Kareem.” My back buckles at his words, and I almost lose the strength in my arms. Doing just what he demands, I watch as he licks my pussy like it’s the last he’ll ever have.
Seeing the thrill, he gets from pleasing me turns me on more. My muscles jerk and he groans at the sight of it.
“Fuck me,” I plead.
“Only if you can let go. Let me in completely.”
All I can do is nod my answer. I know what he’s asking me, but the only thing on my mind is the orgasm I know only he can give. Kareem jerks upright, then devours my mouth, moaning as he does it. His touch and smell are all too consuming, and honestly, I don’t know If I can stand it. What better way to blackout than at the stroke of a mind-blowing rapture?
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Kareem
I release her lips and run my hand from her chin down to her throbbing pussy. It’s wet and ready for me.
“So what’s it going to be, little one? Are you going to let me in? Let me have my way with your body and your heart?”
I watch as she contemplates my question. She wants to deny me what I’m asking. It’s in her nature to be strong and not to feel. I sensed it the first time I heard her voice, but there’s a sliver that wants me to penetrate her, and I don’t mean with my dick. Not that I don’t want to, but I want to stimulate her in every way possible.
“Just fuck me, please.”
“Not until you answer me,” I say, still playing with her dripping pussy.
She huffs, fighting to find her breath and her words.
“I want to give you this dick. But only if you tell me what I want to hear,” I repeat.
She nods.
“Um, hm. Use your words.”
We stare at each other for a moment.
“Kareem, fuck me. Now.”
I want to keep up with my demand, but I’d be lying if I said her passion, strength, and power didn’t make my shaft throb. No matter how badly I want to keep up this power play, I can’t. My dick is begging to be a part of the action. Glancing down, I peep the wetness pooling in my crotch area. With one hand, I lower my sweat pants and tear the condom wrapper with my teeth.
Sliding the rubber over my meat, I align myself with her pussy.
“Say you’ll let go.” I run the head of my dick along her entrance.
“I’ll let go.”
Her words course through me, down to my stomach, then my dick. I saddle up, pushing through her entrance, reveling in how her warmth wraps around me. I throw my head back and fight for air. She feels so perfect, and deep inside, I know she’s meant for me and me for her.
