Page 37 of You Make Me Feel

I was falling for him . . . fast. He was making it extremely easy to do so. He was everything I ever wanted in a boyfriend and future husband. He said he wanted to marry me. That statement alone had me eating out of the palms of his hands. I’d never been the submissive type, but Oliver was proving that I could be and would be. I knew he had my best interest at heart and that I could trust him. He hadn’t given me a reason to question his intentions. He wanted me and my unborn baby without a shadow of a doubt.

My legs began trembling, and before I could cum, he stopped and slid his dick into my paradise. His hovering over me was a totally different experience. Seeing the power in his shoulders and arms as he stroked me to ecstasy was overwhelming. Tears filled my eyes, and the longer he tenderly loved me, the more they fell. He gently swiped them away with his thumb, then kissed where they’d fallen.

Hooking his arm beneath my leg, he lifted it to my shoulder and dug into me like he was searching for something valuable. His dick felt like it was piercing my damn heart, literally and figuratively. “Oliver! Oh my God!”

“Am I hurting you, baby?” he asked as he eased up.

“No, baby. You’re taking my soul from me. Jesus . . . Don’t stop.”

I thought I heard him chuckle as he resumed this massacre he was exacting on my pussy, like he was trying to seek revenge for how she took him out in the bathtub. I had no complaints whatsoever. He could live here if he chose to. He leaned over to my ear and said in a deeper voice, “I love this pussy, baby. I’ll never get enough.”

His words had me cumming like the Nile. As my body practically convulsed beneath him, he bit my earlobe, then my shoulder, sending me into orbit. “Fuck,” I screamed.

This shit was so powerful I didn’t know how I would handle it. Our being together had to be ordained by God. I knew the devil was a great deceiver, but there was no way he had a hand in this. God had shown me his mercy, and I was so grateful. When my tremors died down, he pulled out of me, turned me over to my stomach, and reentered me slowly. He stroked me expertly as he placed soft kisses on my back.

My heart was wide open, and so was my pussy. He had them both in his hands, doing with them as he pleased. Thankfully, “as he pleased” also pleased me. He laid his body flat on mine and slowly made love to me. My love was juicing so much for him that I could hear the sloshing noises. Oliver was by far the best I’d ever been with, and a sista wasn’t an amateur by any means. He kissed my shoulder and slid his hand to my neck, gripping it slightly as his pace and force became deadlier.

“Kinisha, I wanna fuck this shit up before you get further in your pregnancy and I can’t. Can I fuck the shit out of you, baby?”

I hesitated because I was scared as hell. His big-ass dick could mess around and give me a hysterectomy. As I adjusted, I said, “Yes, baby.”

“I’m going to do my best to aim for that fine line between fucking up how you walk and hurting you for real. If it becomes unbearable, let me know.”

“Cocky ass,” I mumbled.

“I ain’t being cocky. I’m being factual. This lethal weapon can take you out of the game. I wanna dig in yo’ shit tomorrow and the day after that through the rest of my life. I can’t be fucking up your spine.”

My body trembled once again as he gradually started giving me more power.Lord, have mercy on my kitty.“I can handle it, Oliver . . . shit.”

That permitted him to lose control on my ass. As soon as the last word left my mouth, he hit me with a one-two punch as he lifted my ass, arching me to his desired preference. I gripped the sheets as he gave me the business while grunting. He thought I was screaming before, but shit, I was doing the most now. I was trying to get away from him and telling him to fuck me harder simultaneously.

The tears left me uncontrollably as I absorbed the power he was hitting me with. I knew I was in trouble when he pushed my face in the bed. There was nowhere for me to run. I had to take it just like he was giving it. My screams were uncontained, and I just knew one of my neighbors would come knocking or call the police, thinking I was being attacked. Iwasbeing attacked. Downright assaulted in the best way possible.

“Oliver, shit, I love your dick!”

“Mm. Cum on that shit then.”

He sounded so fucking calm, like he wasn’t rearranging my insides. It was like he was in attack mode and wouldn’t let up until he got what he came for. My entire body trembled as I felt his thumb penetrate my asshole. That did it. I came all over the damn place.

“Oh, you like your asshole being fucked with, Kinisha?”

I couldn’t even answer him. My orgasm had rendered me dumb, blind, and damn near deaf. His thumb went deeper, and I had no choice but to take it just like I was taking the deep well digging he was doing to my pussy. I fully understood what the saying,Be careful what you wish for,meant now. There was no way I should have released him into the wild like that. Oliver needed to stay on the leash. He’d fucked up my mind and my life.

“Kinisha, I’m about to cum, baby.”

He was so fucking calm sounding, and that shit was affecting me as much as what his dick was doing to me. “Give it to me!” I screamed. “Cum in your pussy, baby.”

The growl that left him as he gripped my ass excited me right into euphoria. I came right along with him. He released my hips, and I collapsed to the bed as he pulled out of me. He fell next to me as I panted, desperately trying to gather my feelings and my next breath. I turned to look at him, and he stared at me as if he were admiring his work. There wasn’t a drop of sweat on him. “Was I . . . light work . . . for you?”

He smiled slightly. “I work out a lot, so I’m used to exerting energy like that, but believe me, I am beyond satisfied with you, baby.”

I lifted myself from the bed and went to him. He pulled me in his arms and kissed my head. We remained quiet as I stared at his dick. That muthafucka still had some spunk to him. He wasn’t rock hard like before we started, but he wasn’t completely soft either. After a few more minutes of quietness and catching my breath, I went to it and pulled him into my mouth. I positioned myself between his legs and stared at him as I took as much of him as possible, letting him tickle my tonsils.

He went up on his elbow and brought the other hand to my cheek as he watched me suck the joy of my strength from his dick. My juices had totally covered him, so all I could taste was me. That wasn’t a bad thing, though. I was thoroughly impressed with my flavor. He lifted his hips slightly, forcing me to take more of him. I began gagging and releasing my throat’s affections all over him. “Shit! Damn, Nisha. I’m about to cum down your throat. You want this shit?”

Apparently, by my silence, he accepted that as confirmation. He began thrusting more, producing tears and causing snot to run out of my nose. This nigga was so much more than I expected. He gripped my hair and fucked my mouth for three or four more strokes, then released his load in the back of my throat. I quickly swallowed, doing my best not to throw up.

When he withdrew from my mouth, he immediately stood and went to the bathroom, returning with a wet towel. Once he laid it on my face and I felt the coolness, I could calm down more. He tenderly wiped my nose, mouth, and eyes, then spread the cold towel on my throat. I held it there as he sat next to me. “I’m sorry, baby. I got carried away. Your head game is insane. Sex with you is off the charts. I never wanna hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable.”

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