Cream Pie II Erik x Black!OC
Paring: Erik x Aaliyah (Black!OC)
A/N: At first this was plotted smut, but I’m having horrible sickle cell pain right now so I said nah… better not. But yeah, smut with no plot. Anyways, I’m posting this at 2:37 a.m. Goodnight to my fellow black queen <3
Not even for the sake of her sleeping three year old in the other room could Mrs. Stevens stop beating and scratching the bedpost of she and her husband’s canopy style bed. Her long soft pink acrylics repeatedly raked over the finish coat beautifully sealing the untarnished Rubberwood of the King size poster head, the bad habit would eventually lead to minute scratches overcoming the furniture set.
With a high pitched squeal and subsequent heavy panting, Aaliyah came for the fourth time that night. Her husband’s large hand and long fingers easily maneuvered towards the sweet flesh of her thin, deep brown to grip her.
“Oh fuck! Daddy, please! Please! Please! —” Her prayers went unanswered; the wall of muscle and raw sex appeal ignored her cries, continuing to glide in and out of his wife’s taunt and heated snatch. The slight curve of his thick meat had her sprawled out beneath him withering in agony from the physical and spiritual intensity of all her pleasure.
Erik faltered in his rhythmic assaults on her swollen goodness as to not immediately bust as her walls put him in a choke hold.
Stray strands of her twenty inch curly Malaysian bundles stuck to the sweat beads collecting at her forehead, which was slightly darker than the rest of her skin.
And as Erik Stevens looked down at the love of his life, watching her sizable breast rise and fall with the rest of her body, the taunt brown nipples still erect as if to say they were waiting on him. She sluggishly felt herself up to fasten the cool down time, her gingerbread eyes bore directly into his lustrous carob browns.
“I love you.” They said in unison.
Erik repositioned his forearms so that his muscles would enclose her and provide them both with the illusion of tunnel vision. He bent his head down slowly, the short dreads falling out of position and onto his forehead tickling his wife’s rich brown skin when he went to sample her sweaty neck and plump lips.
To him, her laugh sounded like chimes. So clear and pure and genuine, it was his personal song and he wanted to hear it again. It reminded him of why he fell in love with her. “E, stop it tickles!”
The two continued to kiss and feel on one another until she eventually started to get frustrated with his teasing, she told him to stop before they fought. “Nah girl, I like hearing you laugh. You so fucking beautiful, look at you.” With a quickness she pecked his mouth and went to suck on his bottom lip just how he liked. A deep moan and soft glottal stop escaped his mouth– and then a sharp intake of air.
While his eyes were closed to concentrate and his dick waited for instruction, resting on the smooth skin of her soft, thick brown thighs. Reaching between their bodies, Aaliyah firmly grasped his manhood with one hand; the un-calloused pad of her right thumb grazed over the meatus of his thick head ever so gently. This was payback.
Erik nearly fell off the bed from the shock of sensitivity shooting throughout his body.
“Yeah nigga, now you know how that shit feels.”
“You better quit playing before I put another baby in you.”
“Is that a threat or a promise, Daddy?” Slowly and with caution she restarted her skillful hand job; her wrist twisting and contouring to encase all nine and a half inches of his dick.
“Fuck girl, say that shit again. Just like that.”
“What, you want me to say ‘Daddy?’” Aaliyah was beyond the extent of self awareness at that point. She’d committed every aspect of their lovemaking to her memory.
“Yeah.” Erik began kissing over the junction of her neck like before.
“Daddy, you gonna cum inside me? That’s all I want you to do: cum all up in this pussy, Daddy. I want every single last drop you got,” Her thick and sexually charged voice broke his train of thought, Erik had no idea what to do and she could tell. “Lay back baby, let me take care of you how you take care of me. I got you.”
Without pause Aaliyah faithfully used the palm of her hand to encourage Erik to lay back and enjoy himself as she went to work on him. Taking charge, the small woman flipped the duo over before sliding her way down his sculpted body. Her lips kissed down the ‘V’ line pointing to his deliciously engorged cock and up his powerful and muscular thighs.
Her mouth salivated at the sight.
She was never one for control, always having been the more sexually submissive type; but with her curls now messily placed into a bun and her jaw relaxed to take all of him in, the gorgeous woman swore she felt her man grow half an inch from the feel of her tongue alone.
Every inch of him rested nicely in the back of her throat. Her tears turned black, made impure by the mascara coating her lashes. It made her feel somewhat dizzy and hornier than she already was. Just when his twitching and squirming became intense she stopped abruptly to let him cool down before she fucked the soul out of him. “I own this dick, Daddy. Say it.”
Erik groaned so loud in frustration and arousal. What the hell going on with her?
When he continued to be stubborn she took her nails and lightly dig into the flesh of his pigmented colored throat.
“Ma, you own this big ass dick. It’s yours. Daddy’s dick got ya name written all over it right.” He rolled his eyes and Aaliyah laughed quietly.
Her sweet, sweet pussy walls greedily inhaled him and her hand went to massage his weighted balls with her non dominant hand.
Using her feet for balance, her nails lightly scratching the copious keloid scars on his chest, she began to ride her husband with a quickness. It was as if tonight would be their last.
Erik’s large palms repeatedly went to smack and fondle the dark ass and breast of the black goddess riding him. Aaliyah was loud, louder than she’d been in awhile. Her grip on reality was slowly subsiding and the air in her lungs began to thin out and Erik had to keep ‘shushing’ her as to not wake up the their sleeping toddler.
An airy mantra of ‘Oh my God’ was all she could cry out at this point. All other noises were either pants, moans, utterances of foul language, filthy squelching, or the intrusive wet sound of open mouth kisses as she proudly marked the territory along his neck, letting the world know this fine ass man she was fucking belonged to her. And her only.
Getting tired of their now sluggish pace due to her settling fatigue, Erik flipped them back over placing himself back in a position of power and control.
Now she was on all fours, back arched beautifully, her glorious brown ass was twerking onto the dick she married when they went into covenant.
The dick and the man belonged to her and her only.
He had his palm positioned at the base of her neck to prevent her from moving too much. Like clock work her thighs started to shake.
Remnants of her deep brown foundation and bronzer were beyond apparent even in the darkness of the setting. Using what was left of her lower body strength Aaliyah used her thighs to meet every one of his vicious thrust. Squelching and the slapping of skin were the only audible sounds next to their cohesive breathing.
Erik’s intense grip on her hips and his unashamed moans only exhausted her more. His aggressiveness and ruthlessness during sex made her go absolutely crazy. Aaliyah’s head hung heavy between her shoulders, chestnut brown eyes peering down to get a glimpse of his him fucking her.
The sight literally made her start creaming, forcing her to cry harder than she ever had before. The coiling heat in her abdomen only intensifying as the seconds went by.
“Oh fuck girl, when you start doing this shit? I did this?” He chuckled darkly, loudly spanking her round ass repeatedly to emphasize his excitement.
She could only nod; her full flesh-toned lips opened and closed attempting for sound to come out, but she could not speak because she was too busy cumming.
“Nah, Ion give a fuck about the nodding ya head shit. Answer me girl; who making you feel this good? Answer me.” It seemed as if with every word he went deeper and deeper into his wife’s guts.
“Oh. My. God. Daddy, please! Please!”
“Tell me ma, who got you like this?” His calloused fingertips crossed under her abdomen and began furiously rubbing at her clit to get her where he wanted her. Her high-pitched mewls and pants were sweet music to his ears and that twitching dick embedded inside her.
“You do, Daddy! This tight ass pussy only comes for you and only you! I love you and I love this dick! Put another baby in me! I want all of you! I want all this shit!” Her eyes had long rolled into her head, she was no longer thinking of what she was saying. Everything was on autopilot. His love cried out for the creampie of all creampies, something animalistic and primitive snapped in his psyche.
Jerking her around and throwing her onto her back and back onto their sheets, without notice his meat slid comfortably back into Aaliyah’s tight pussy. He’d made a home out of her guts and by chance their child would do just the same.
They didn’t typically do missionary unless there was sweet love making involved, but this moment was too memorable to miss out on. Precisely, Erik climbed onto the thick and gorgeous black woman sprawled out beneath him. Their chest rose and fell in sync, heads titled in opposite directions as they tongued the other down.
His large forearm was wedged between her arch and the mattress, positioned there to pull the potential two time mother as possible. His full lips and thick pink tongue took to claiming hers, and as much as she tried to dominate Erik in any form, his sexuality was far more manipulative than hers, forcing Aaliyah to submit.
Instinctively her smooth plush legs wrapped around his loser back; the heels of her pedicured feet rested just at the small of his back.
Repeatedly her acrylic nails scratched and dug at her man’s copious keloid scars, making his member twitch and throb relentlessly.
“E, I love you so fucking much. You make me feel so fucking good, Daddy. Look at me, Daddy.” His face was buried deep in the crook of her neck sucking at the skin; he did not hear her until her soft fingers gripped at his beard to coax him away from his concentrated state.
“I love you so much.” They shared another deep kiss, still feeling one another up as they rocked into each other . “You and baby girl in there, I always got what’s mine. And right now I’m about to rip this nut from you girl. You wanted another baby, you getting one.”
Of all the times they were intimate, this was ranked in the top three by far. Erik took her thick thighs and pinned them to her torso with just his forearm. Their positions kept her knees together and forced her tight pussy walls to suffocate his meaty dick.
Her hands began grabbing for any and everything; Erik forcing her hands to maintain position for the enjoyment of watching her squirm and cry out in frustration. His thumb forced its way between her thighs and to the sensitive tingling bundle of nerves.
“Look at me baby, I want you to come with me.” While his thumb worked at her clit and he fucked into her, Aaliyah’s baby boomer nails snuck down to firmly squeeze his balls and immediately Erik nutted. Hard.
They came simultaneously. Her muffled wails and sporadic convulsing was the equivalent of his muttered profanity and his shaky movements; it was a painful bliss both of them. The rapid contractions of her walls extending his orgasm by much.
When he finally pulled out, Erik took his hand and smacked her exposed pink roughly.
“Oh fuck! Erik what’s wrong with you?!”
He could only smirk and stare into her eyes. Imma get a rag; hold that shit until I get back, we having a soccer team.“ He pecked her lips before getting up.
Aaliyah squealed before tossing herself back into the bed.
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