I got my phone stolen, but I found it and got it back! Sorry for the delay. This is just part 1 of a 7-part story, but this does have the smut. Enjoy and tell me what you think!
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Here you go my freaky beauties!
At the intersection of Broadway St. and Lenard Blvd. stood one of the many apothecaries in New York City. Dark clouds gathered quickly, encouraging you to hasten your footsteps. You turned to your The door opened swiftly, the wind chimes hitting the door furiously. The beaded entrance parted smoothly for your form.
Leaning on the front desk counter stood a tall and lanky woman. Her mahogany skin glowed under the lights of the storefront, her long fingers playing with the corners of her current read. Perched on her button nose stood a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses shaded with green, her perceptive, iridescent eyes sharply centered on me.
“Good evening, Ms. Laudie. Those moonstones you put up?” I murmured.
“This is not your usual time.”
“I know. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t even rest my eyes.”
“You still havin’ those dreams?” She spoke softly this time. Her ever-perceptive eyes seemed to slowly wash over my entire being. Ms. Laudie put her book down swiftly and took a couple of steps towards me. Her strong, warm hands cupped my face, brushing my curls and coils back towards my shoulders.
“You feel warm, baby.”, she muttered. Her usual stoic face had a wrinkle centered right between her eyebrows. Her full month was scrunched up a smidge.
“Wow, look at you worried for me. This is the most I’ve ever seen you move your face.” I softly joked with her.
She swiftly smoothed her face. Back to her stoic facade, Ms. Laudie walked back to the counter. Crouching down, she pulled out her sleeping tincture. She reached over to hand the bottle to me. Before I could take the bottle, she swiftly moved her hand, hovering it over the clear glass countertop.
“You tell me if anything, you hear?”
“Yes, m’am,” I replied, looking down at my scuffed brown sandals.
Warm fingers quickly lift my head.
“If anything.” Her violet-green eyes seemed to pierce through me. Her mouth set in a slight frown.
“Yes, m’am.” I mocked saluted.
Her mouth lifted up slightly as she handed down the tincture. The appreciation fell short on my lips as she pushed a gold necklace into my hand. The necklace contained a single gold claw, and on the underside of the claw were gems I had never seen before.
“You can and you will. I was looking through my wares to find something for you and this damn near screamed at me. It’s yours.”
I gently cradled the necklace, pushing on the gems underneath.
“Happy Birthday indeed. 25 is a big number. You rest tonight, try to ease your mind.”
“Yes, ma’am, and thank you.”
I turned to the entrance, putting the necklace into my brown leather jacket pocket. I pushed past the moonstone beads and glanced up at the sky. The dark clouds seemed to gather at an even more furious rate. As I opened the door, I turned to wave at Ms.Laudie.
As I walked back home, the wind picking up, pushing and pulling my hair, I missed the lingering stare of Ms.Laudie’s stoic face, dead set on my form.
—------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Yesterday was my 25th birthday and it was…ordinary.
Just six months ago, I was released from St. Mary’s Young Women’s Mental Health Center.
Just shy after my college graduation, I had started having these…things happen to me.
Non-sensical things, at first.
My entire body started to ache and tingle a couple of months after graduation.
I thought nothing of it at first. Then came the insomnia.
I played Uno with family and jokingly predicted the cards each person had.
At Thanksgiving dinner, I caught the knife my mother dropped just a little too quickly.
The last straw for my family? I reached to turn off the overarching lamp in the living room, and electricity shot at me.
They tried to pray my “quirks” away. I tried that too. It didn’t work. Because I wasn’t praying hard enough, per my mother.
Just a month later, I was sent to St. Mary’s, an institution advertised heavily to my Catholic parents as the best institution to lead “wayward and faithless” young women, and with my documented history of mental health illness, therapist’s notes, and my reluctant consent, I was in.
Maybe I really didn’t pray hard enough because nothing changed. If anything, my “quirks” got worse. I hid them as best as I could and acted well enough to be released, and after my six months of “reformation”, I moved to the city of New York.
Away from my family with one suitcase, 3 pairs of shoes, and seven months of savings in cash.
I needed a job desperately.
My email pinged, and with hope, I hastened to open it.
“Thank you so much for applying for our Technical Writer position! Unfortunately, we have decided….”
I sighed. Dejected, tired, and hungry, I walked to the corner store to get a sandwich and contemplate my future.
Swinging the door open, I waved to Kenny behind the counter. I walked swiftly down two aisles, reaching for my signature tuna sandwich. I walked a few steps to the left to get a sweet tea, only to find my usual drink out of stock.
Heading to the counter, I placed my sandwich on the counter, my face completely out of it, I was sure.
A sigh came from deep within my core.
“Look, I heard from my cousin, Lani, that they are hiring downtown, get you something down there. They have a new building filled with offices.”
“I’ll think about it, yeah?”
“Ok, and look…” You looked up to see him hand you your signature sweet tea. “...I saved the last one for you. Keep your head up, alright.”
A small smile played on my lips.
“It’s on the house. Happy belated birthday.”
Tears bit stung the inside of my eyes. Nobody remembered my birthday. Nobody in my family, that is. “We only celebrate the Lord’s birthday” my mother used to scold me. That is, unless it was my father’s birthday, or hers, or my sisters’, or my cousins that is.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Tell me how it goes, you hear?” Kenny's rich brown skin glistened under the lights, and his wide smile surged a little hope in my being.
I grabbed the items and swiftly walked to the door, hand on the handle. I replied, “I promise.”
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Energized and hopeful, I went back home.
It was still early, and with that, I got ready. I gathered my shower essentials, my hair products, and swiftly moved to the shower. The scent of white musk, vanilla, and cherry filled the air. Humming to myself, I put ginger-scented conditioner in my long, kinky curls. Softly dragging the detangler in my hair, I thought about the job I would get, placing positive affirmations in my mind. Shower done, and it was only 2:45 P.M.
I placed sweet almond and orange blossom in my hair and started to moisturize myself with my cherry lotion. I put on a three-quarter black ankle knee-length dress. A pearl necklace hitting just shy of the modest top, and pearl earrings to top off the look.
I hobbled around, placing my black moderately high heels on.
“Fake it, ‘till you make it. I am confident.” I incessantly muttered to myself as I headed out to the door.
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Main St. stretched for a while. My ankles started aching as I went from building to building, looking for open positions.
Enough with the rejections, I walked to the corner of Main Street, looking at the highest building on the block.
“Please, universe, give me a sign. Be in my favor for once.” I thought to myself.
As I pushed in the door, the cool temperature provided relief to my heated skin. Heading to the reception area, in the corner of my eye, I saw a sign.
“Assistant Needed. Urgent Hire. Inquire at Office 394.”
I swiftly headed there, heels wobbling as I rushed to get into the elevator.
“Hold the door, please!” I groused.
“Why try heels today of all days?”
Unaware of my silent elevator partner, I attempted to straighten myself out, muttering to myself.
“Be confident. Be confident. Be confident. I should have gotten some Florida water from Ms. Laudie.”
Finally looking up, I reached out to press the 3 on the elevator key, only to find the button sunken in.
I finally looked to my left and damn near swallowed my tongue.
A silent behemoth of a man stood ramrod straight and staring at the door.
His firm caramel skin peeked under the entirely black suit he was wearing. It was only then that I noticed the laundry soap scent wafting from his body. His jaw was lined, partially covered by a mustache, tight, and jumped occasionally. As if the universe didn’t already favor him, his piercing blue-grey eyes were framed by the most beautiful eyelashes I had ever seen on a person.
I swiftly turned forward and was keenly aware of the six-foot-four giant next to me. My face heated, and I started sweating despite the cool temperature.
The elevator dinged and I quickly exited. Unaware of the silent footsteps following me to office 394.
I reached the office only to see a sign in bold black letters.
“ Closed. Returning at 4:30.”
As I dug through my purse for my phone, I heard a deep, rumbling voice ask.
“Are you interviewing for the assistant position?”
I quickly turned, and there stood the behemoth from the elevator.
His jaw flexed ever so slightly before smoothing over his face.
He opened the office door and, holding the door, signaled me to come in.
The office was pitch black the only light provided to us was the afternoon sun. He swiftly turned on the lights, and my eyes widened slightly as I took in the space. Beautiful deep browns of every shade took over the office. Instead of the fluorescent lights, there were warm, low lights.
Six push brown chairs and a coffee table lined with magazines: Essence, Jet, and Vogue were some of the few.
To the left, there stood a solitary mahogany desk with a typewriter instead of a computer.
The shock must have shown on my face, and he commented, “ I have very high standards when it comes to hiring, and I have had trouble getting someone on board. As you may have noticed, I am not fond of technology. I do not use computers and ask that phones be used outside of your work time. I require my assistant to be proficient in using a typewriter. Is that something you are able to do?
“ Yes, sir.” The institution I was placed in did not allow for digital devices either. I had to make time fly, so I read or typed with the old typewriter in the small, cramped room they dubbed an “ extensive library” to my parents. But he didn’t need to know that.
He quickly turned and, walking up to the typewriter, placed a sheet of paper inside the slot.
He placed a letter to the left of the machine.
“Type this and knock on my office door when you are done. Add your demographic information at the end.” He muttered as he left the room, his door closing with a finality that echoed in the office.
I walked over to the plush leather chair, put my purse to the right of the machine, and began to type.
After writing the letter, I swiftly walked to the door and knocked gently.
“Mr. Richmond, I’ve completed the letter,” I murmured.
The door opened haphazardly, Mr. Richmond looking flushed and his jaw tight.
He reached over to get the letter I typed, and our fingertips touched.
As if electricity shot out, an actual spark traveled between us, singeing the paper. The lights flickered on and off, leaving us in the dark for a couple of seconds.
My heart jumped to my throat. No! No! Not here, not now.! Since my time at the mental health center, I have not had any incidents. No aches, no predicting, no unexpected speeds, and no electricity. Granted, I kept to myself and kept my exposure to people to a minimum, but still, nothing.
I felt myself starting to panic, and when the lights came back on. I started babbling.
“I didn’t know the building had electrical problems. I get why you would not want a computer. I would get tired of turning something on and off, too. I just realized I had a prior engagement. You’ll have to forgive me, I must go. Thank you for the opportunity.”
As I rambled, I gathered my purse and damn near ran out the door to the elevator before slumping on the inside of the elevator. My back hit the wall as I waited to go down to the 1st floor.
Tears stung my eyes, blinding me as I raced out of the building. Unaware of the weather, thunder rumbled incessantly. I looked up only to see dark clouds gather and lightning strike. Not a moment later, rain started pouring. My curls got heavy quickly, obscuring my vision.
As I hastened to move my hair out of my eyes, I felt cool air and became aware that the building door opened up behind me.
A shadow quickly loomed over me. I looked up, no longer feeling the rain on me, into the eyes of Mr. Richmond.
“You didn’t have an umbrella and you’re soaked. Please allow me to take you home.”
His eyes darkened when looking at me.
“Please”, he uttered, stressing the word. “My car is in the garage.”
He quietly led me to the garage. My heels echoed in the dark and silent space. A sleek black Ford Mustang stood out among the few remaining cars.
He opened up the door, and as I walked past him, I heard him inhale deeply.
Thinking I had finally lost it, I clambered into the seat.
Before he could ask, I blurted out, “My apartment is on Leonard Blvd.”
He swiftly made a left, down to my side of town.
The entire ride was silent.
Internally, I was screaming.
Growing up in a religious home, a strictly catholic home was hard.
The first time I touched myself, unaware of those feelings, I was caught by my mother.
I received 20 swift lashings for “sinning”. I didn’t even know it was a sin.
Before I could even look at boys, I was quickly enrolled into an all-girls Catholic school and consequently applied for and was admitted into an all-women’s catholic university.
I was a good girl, I avoided sin and tempting men for most of my life.
My panties were soaked, and not from the rain.
And though my time spent at the institution did more good than bad in my eyes, I have to come to terms with the fact that you can not overcome over 20 years of religious ideology in 6 months.
And the familiar feeling of shame washed over me.
That didn’t matter, now I thought battling myself. My heart raced sitting so close to him, vulgar thoughts raced through my head, scaring me.
I gripped onto the leather seat.
Unbeknownst to me, Mr. Richmond was having a similar problem. His face was flushed, and at the red light, he took off his suit jacket to hide the very prominent bulge south of his belt.
His pupils were blown, and his breathing deepened, taking in wafts of my wetness. He struggled to contain himself. He had to confirm what his biology was telling him, and he couldn’t have her running and screaming like a madwoman about what she was about to see.
Arriving at my apartment, I made to exit the car.
“Do not do that. When a lady is in a car, a gentleman opens it. Understand?”
I hope there isn’t a wet spot when I stand up.
He promptly exited the car.
He gripped the door handle, and I swore I could hear a crunch. Too preoccupied with my embarrassment, I hastened upstairs.
I didn’t hear footsteps behind me and when I went to opened the door, I heard my name being called out.
I jumped and looked behind me. Towering over me, there he stood.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I wanted to make sure you made it safely.”
“That’s ok. Thank you for taking care of me.”
The vulgar thoughts came back to me tenfold. I wanted to fuck this man. I needed him to fuck me, non stop. As I battled internally with myself, I heard him ask,
It was said so softly. So seductively.
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I gave him some wine and poured myself an even bigger glass.
“Do you like sweet wine? I’m sorry, this is the only thing I have.”
I took a big gulp of my wine.
He sounded different since he asked to come in. He talked much more softly, and every time he opened his mouth, I felt myself get wetter.
He almost purred when he spoke.
And another part of my body purred.
I was going to fuck this man.
I thought I would prepare myself properly when I lost my virginity. I thought it would be on my honeymoon, underneath a much too eager husband, and that I would have to endure the ceremony of it all. I didn’t dream of it much favorably. Until now.
There were no books on how to seduce a man, and I had no instinct for it. Thankfully, I didn’t need it.
As I reached over to fill his glass again, his hand softly took mine.
I looked into his eyes, at his full lips, and back into his eyes.
“I know you can feel it too.”
My stomach sank. Act normal! No one should know.
“I saw what happened at the office.”
“....the electrical output must ha—”
He stood up and grasped my hand firmly, walking me to the open window of my apartment.
It rained softly now, but there were remnants of thunder and lightning on the horizon of the night.
“Don’t insult my intelligence—”
He gathered my face in his hands.
“...or yours.” He slowly lowered his face to mine. His eyes watched mine, and he placed the softest kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes in excitement.
“I enjoy it when it rains”, he murmured on my lips.
He kissed my lips softly three times.
With each kiss, there was a bolt of lightning across the sky.
I felt the white glare at the back of my eyes, and as I opened them to comment, I found his white eyes looking back at me. His entire eye, pupil and all was white, and they seemed to have a fiery hue.
My eyes widened and I gasped into his mouth and he took the opportunity invite his tongue in and suck on mine.
I attempted to pull back in shock, but he followed for a couple of seconds.
A man was in my mouth, sucking on me as if I were water in a desert.
I pushed on his shoulders.
“Terry.” His mouth traveled to my neck, kissing and sucking.
“Terry.” His hands gripped my waist with a ferocity I had never known before.
His right hand reached under my dress, grabbing my ass and a side of my wet panties.
“Ugh fuck! I knew it”, he panted.
He stopped and panted. His lips swollen and eyes wild and white.
His brow furrowed, and his eyes glimmered down to his grey-blue eyes.
Still panting and voice much deeper, he asked. “The question is, what are we? I know you have a lot of questions, and I will answer them. Later. Much later.”
“Let me take care of you.” He stated as he descended on my lips.
I was overcome, and years of sexual repression caught up to me, and I nodded, guiding him to my bedroom.
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I stumbled into the pitch black room.
He swiftly lifted me up cave man style, walked over to my bed, and threw me on it.
He hovered over me. As I bounced on my bed and tried to get a hold of myself, he started furiously going after his clothing as he kissed me. I reached for the lamp to see better. The soft light illuminated his beautiful face.
His tie came off, then his watch.
His movements became more choppy and intense. His eyes flickered between his grey-blue eyes and his white eyes, until finally they settled on white. He started to unbutton his shirt with a quickness I couldn’t grasp.
It suddenly dawned on me to tell him of my lack of experience. He seemed eager, and I didn’t know what I was doing. The shame and embarrassment came back.
“Yes?” he answered gruffly.
He was still emptying out his pockets as I spoke.
He stopped his movements and faced me completely.
“Teach you?” He asked softly as he started to unbuckle his pants. The bulge was undeniably there and big, and I felt my mouth dry. A spike of fear at the unknown hit me at the base of my spine, and I unconsciously closed my legs.
He dropped his pants, my eyes eagerly attempted to get see more of him, but he did not allow me to linger on his bulge.
He crawled onto the bed, slowly opening my legs as to not scare me. His soft hands trailed from my thighs to my waist.
He hovered over my face, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, and finally my mouth.
“Yes, you’ll have to teach me,” I muttered against his lips.
“Ok.” He whispered as he planted a gentle kiss on my lips.
With a final kiss to my lips, he pulled back to look into my eyes. He toyed with the edge of my dress, looking into my eyes. Seeing that I did not fight it, he quickly pulled the garment over my head.
His hands trembled and flexed.
“Are you cold?” I whispered.
He continued and pulled my panties down my legs, and unable to help himself, left it hanging on my right leg as he quickly dove down and took a deep breath in and placed his mouth near me.
He let out an animalistic grunt.
My face felt heated, and I swiftly covered it with both hands.
And just as swiftly he pulled my hands down.
“No, no, no, sweetheart. I am teaching you. You keep your eyes on me. At all times. Understood?
I was looking at my electric blue comforter before I felt his right hand pull my face, and I was met with bright white eyes.
“Good girl,” he groaned as he spread my thighs wide open.
At the first lick, I almost jumped. I moaned. Loudly.
Loud and deep from my core. I attempted to close my legs, but I was pinned down.
“Just feel it. Let yourself feel what I’m doing to you.”
He kissed my thighs as he spoke, looking into my eyes.
He dove back in, giving me a lick from end of my pussy to the top of my clit.
I shuddered, trying to contain myself, biting my lips.
He stopped and came up to my lips. Gently, with his teeth, he removed my hold on them and pecked me.
He had me panting like a dog in heat.
He dove back in, incessantly flicking his tongue on my clit before sucking it hard, moaning as he did.
My legs struggled to stay open.
“Ugh, Terry, ugh I feel so g-go—”
I started crying in earnest. I was overwhelmed.
Within a couple of minutes, a strange sensation took over me.
I had heard enough about an orgasm and I knew enough that this might be it, but, my goodness it was indescribable and so terrifying!
My legs started shaking and I felt myself become short of breath.
“W-what’s h-happen-ing ugh, Te-e—”
Tears rolled down my face, and I couldn’t catch my breath. My chest lifted off the bed, bowing my back. I attempted to remove his mouth from me with my hands, pushing on his head with an urgency I have never experienced.
Ignoring my attempts, he quickly placed his left hand on my lower stomach to flatten my body on the bed. His warm and forceful hand, keeping me still, forcing me to take in these foreign feelings pushed me over the edge.
I felt wetness seep out of me. I felt ecstasy and in what felt like a long distance, I vaguely heard myself shouting.
I fell limp on the bed. Sweat gathered on my brow as I attempted to gather my breath and close my eyes. I didn’t have the energy to move at all.
He licked me gently now. Panting I pushed on his head, trying to dislodge his mouth from my pussy.
“T-Terry, hold o-on.” I slurred.
He lifted his head. The lower part of his face glistened with my wetness. He licked his lips, his tongue extending as far as possible before he, ran them through my pussy and sucked off his fingers.
I jerked from the sensation.
“You’re ready for my fingers.”
Before I could respond, I felt a thick finger enter me slowly.
I flinched and hissed in pain. Had I had more energy, I would have put more force into the instinctual kick I aimed at his head.
He caught my leg and kissed it. From my ankles to my knee and back, I was distracted enough for him to slip in his finger to the first knuckle without much of a complaint.
It burned, and as I squirmed, he came up to kiss me.
He came closer to my body, forcing my legs wide open with wide body. With his other hand, he tapped his pointer finger on the bottom of my lips twice and looked into my eyes expectantly.
I opened my mouth, and he quickly pushed his fingers in, mocking the act of sex. He pushed in and out of my mouth as he pushed his finger deeper into me.
“When we kiss, open your mouth wider. Think of our tongues dancing. Ok?”
I whimpered and nodded my head so distracted and wet that his finger was able to slide completely inside me.
He removed his fingers and replaced it with his tongue. What felt like mere moments, lasted for a while. The kiss was so wet and raunchy and as we continued to kiss he glided a second finger into my pussy, the motion made easy now that I was a bit more warmed up. I attempted to look down to see, curious about what my body was doing, but he followed, continuing to kiss me, only this time he caressed my neck.
I panted into his mouth and we shared an open mouth kiss between us. He removed his mouth from mine briefly and remaining eye contact his two fingers made a “come here” motion inside me.
Full of pleasure and pain, my eyes attempted to roll into the back of my head. I could here him muttering nonstop.
“I’m hitting that spot, I know honey.”
“All for you, it’s all for you.”
He caressed the back of my neck from the base to the end of my hairline and gently grabbed a handful of coils, bringing me back to the present and kissed me.
“Ugh, I can’t believe I found you,” he groaned into my mouth.
In and out. In and out. I could hear the lewd noises coming from me as he penetrated me with his hands.
I was delirious. I couldn’t tell what time it was or how long we were at it. He removed his hand from my hair and slowly caressed down my body to my breasts.
He gently pulled my black lacy bra down to pop out my breasts.
He brushed the nipple of my left breast and gently sucked on the right.
My mouth fell open, and nothing came out of it. The next orgasm quickly ripped out of my body unexpectedly.
It allowed him to slip another finger in me.
“You’re stretching me out!” I squealed, trying to get up. He placed his hand on my lower stomach again and popped his mouth off my nipple.
“I need to. Believe me.” He explained teeth gritting.
I was so focused on my pleasure, I didn’t notice how tense he was. Terry was practically vibrating.
His white eyes seemed to gain intensity.
“I’m trying to be as gentle as I can, but tell me if it is not enough. I’ll be more gentle.”
“Shh, don’t worry about me, focus on your pleasure. You’re so pretty, baby,” he cooed.
Moving his hand from my lower stomach he started tapping it on my clit and I sank into the bed. Mouth open and no sounds. My eyes were unfocused for a while before I heard Terry’s voice in the background.
“I need to be inside you.”
Coming down from my high and eyes starting to focus, I vaguely saw Terry pull out his dick from his boxers. I felt that pang of fear hit my spine again. Although my vision was blurred at the moment, I could see the outline, and it scared me. Though it was curved, his dick was so heavy it weighed down, hitting a couple inches shy of mid thigh. I attempted to pull my legs together but failed to move an inch. Not even attempting to remove his boxers, he quickly lowered himself onto me.
His dick slapped my pussy hard three times causing me to jump. It sobered me up quickly, and I clenched around his body.
“I want you to enjoy yourself. Don’t think, it’s just me and you and pleasure. Don’t be scared, I got you.”
As he spoke I felt him, saw between my pussy lips before notching into the entrance and pushing slowly in.
He kissed me as his penetration took the breath out of me. Sharing breath, he kept eye contact as he steadily entered me.
About halfway in, I felt that sting again, only this time much more strongly. I pushed my hips down, attempting to remove some of his length from inside me. He followed my hips down.
Tears escaped my eyes as I whimpered.
“I know, I know,” he whispered breathlessly.
“Let’s just stay like this a moment. You’ll get used to it.”
He caressed my face, pecked my lips softly before entering mine. We shared multiple deep kisses, him inhaling as I exhaled for a couple of minutes.
As we continued kissing, he reached down and gently massaged my clit.
Looking into my eyes and with a slow final peck, he entered me completely and slowly. I felt his hair touch my inner thighs.
I was so full, I couldn’t help but tell him that.
“I’m so full. You’re stretching me out,” I whimpered.
He hunched slowly and deeply into me, barely moving his hips, trembling in pleasure and restraint.
He looked into my eyes to gauge how I was feeling and I clenched around him. He and I both knew I was dripping.
He shook even more intensely.
The entire evening I received back to back orgasms. I knew he was holding back for my sake, but I needed to see him free. I wanted to see who I was dealing with.
“I know you’re holding back for me. Let go. I want to see you.”
I reached up to kiss him on the lips.
“Fuck me”, I moaned in his ear.
He immediately pulled his hips back and gave me a deep thrust.
He hit something, and it felt so good I chocked on my own drool.
He started rutting in me and unbeknownst to both of us. Lightning and thunder rolled in. All I could hear were my wetness and his grunts drowning my cries.
The lamp lit next to me started flickering on and off.
My hands, clenching his shoulders started to spark with electricity.
In and out. In and out. In and out. He churned in me mindlessly, causing me to be pushed up and down, getting closer and closer to the knocking headboard of my bed.
I don’t think he would be able to hear much less understand me if I spoke. He was gone.
“So good, so good, that pussy is so good. Give me that pussy, give me that wet pussy.”, he grunted as he mindlessly rutted into me.
He opened my legs, stretching it into a wide V, my toes pointed at the sky. He gripped my ankles tight, locking me in.
I felt myself creaming all over him in disbelief, I was so wet and so full of pleasure. I got louder and louder. My breath got shorter and shorter, I clung to him even more. I was sure I drooled.
He fell down onto me, our chests touching, and started thrusting a bit to the right, grunting into my ear.
I blacked out. Before I lost consciousness, I felt him heave into me a final time, putting his entire body weight behind the thrust, knocking the little breath I had out of me, and cum. I felt warmth spread from inside me and he grunted, pushing his cum deeper into me.
“That’s it. Take it, take it baby girl, get that cum deep in that pussy.” he groaned.
I felt him drive his tongue deep in my mouth and suck as I lost consciousness.
The last thing I remember was his body dropping down onto mine in exhaustion and his dick pumping into me the last bit off warm cum he had inside him, draining himself dry in me.
Neither of us was aware of the neighborhood blackout or the flash flooding in the area.
