At Your Service (BWWM)

Chapter 31

 "I missed you so much, Cupcake," I groaned as Dyan attacked my mouth and I pushed her against the wall, lifting her leg.

Her shaky fingers pulled at my pants and soon my cock is free from its confinement. Our lips mashed together, a groan escaping my lips as she palmed me.

This woman was trying to finish this before it even started.

"Put me in you, Cupcake," I instructed marking her neck with hickeys, my hands slapping and palming her reddened breasts. Her top was long discarded in our tousle.

She mewled flinging her head against the door as she guided my length into her wetness. She gripped my hair, moaning and writhing as I hammered her against the surface. My fingers sunk into the flesh of her hip, the other hand palming her breasts, those sensitively red livewires.

Dyan was putty in my arms as I fucked the feelings out of her legs, using my body to anchor her against the door. Her legs were shaking and she was trembling in my hold, her body jittering in pleasure. As I buried myself within her, I could find no greater feeling.

"Jovaughn!" she cried as I bit her neck, pulling on her nipple and she clenched around me.

My balls started to tighten, her contractions driving me closer to the edge.

"Fuck!" I pulled out spinning her around.

I pushed in from behind, my hands onto of hers, my chest against her back and she grabbed me in a vice grip.

My cock was about to explode. I would never tire of this.

Hitting her pussy from this angle, Dyan struggled to stay upright on her shaky legs and I peppered kisses on her shoulder.

"You like that don't you?" she moaned in reply and fondled her bouncing breasts, her ass slamming against my cock.

"Cum for me, Cupcake! Give it to me!" I groaned reaching down to rub her clit and she came hard.

A few pumps later, I saw fucking stars as I came, flooding her greedy pussy.

We drop to the bedroom floor, both exhausted, and I pulled her onto my chest. Dyan sighed as I caressed her wet, curly hair and she cuddles to my sweaty chest, a smile pulling at her lips.

I panted, catching my breath before looking at the woman in my arms. Her legs were tangled with mine, our hands intertwined and her head now tucked under my chin. Dyan's caramel skin contrasts with my lighter tone, both of us looking like a vanilla-caramel swirl.

"I'm hungry," Dyan moaned a few minutes later as her stomach grumbled.

"I wouldn't have guessed. I thought that was your vagina grumbling for more dick," I teased and Dyan raised her head to pin me with a stale face.

"I want food not dick. Now, get up and feed me."

I chuckled kissing her nose before pushing her off me and she yelped. I stood to my feet, stretching before looking at the floor where Dyan was pouting at me.

"You were the one that told me to get up," I said with a teasing smile before holding out my hand to help her up.

She tried to pull me down but Cupcake wasn't that strong. I chuckled at her attempt and she stuck her tongue out at me before walking towards my kitchen.

I followed behind her, watching that ass move and I couldn't resist slapping it when she bent over to grab her top and sweats. I grabbed my own sweats pulling them on, aware of the playful glare she was shooting me.

"There you go, Cupcake," I smiled as I passed her a homemade burger free of pickles since she didn't like them.

"Thank you," she replied before biting into the burger and I ate mine, watching her.