THE SAME

Chapter twenty-six*

"Chai," I giggled, "slow down please."

"But we're celebrating tonight. We're officially engaged and I haven't had any in like three weeks."

He sat on the bed with me still on his lap. His hands found themselves pulling my skirt to my waist so my thighs were bare on his jeans.

It's the neck kisses for me.

Just slow and deliberate... just the way I hate it. It drives me too crazy. 

"Chai-"

"What," he murmured in my ear giving me chills, "I'm claiming my prize."

"But you know it isn't fair when you do it like this... you know I hate it."

"You hate it? So why are you so wet Nayla?"

When did his finger get there? Just tracing my wet lips through my panties. His long and slender fingers... I can feel my eyes flutter shut as I whisper his name.

"Nayla... I asked you something."

"I-I don't kno-knoww," I moaned as his fingers started directly teasing my entrance.

"So what do you know?"

"I-i need you right now Chai, not your fingers."

"Really? Show me then."

I pouted slightly before getting off his lap. Chai loves it when I take initiative but I love being a pillow princess... I take no shame in that. I just want to be pounded into oblivion over and over... I love it when he takes control. He... gets that look and his voice just gets deeper and...

"You're taking it off too slow," he said breaking me out of my trance.  

It's just the way he leans back on the bed... the way his chest would look like a sin if that shirt was out of the way. It's the way he makes me feel small even if he is staring up at me from that seated position. It's just the dominance in his tone and how deep his voice is...

"Help me take it off then," I pouted defiantly.

"Take it off, I'm not telling you again."

And I took it off. I sure did.

I still get sort of insecure standing completely naked in front of Chai... But it's the look he gives me every time I do... If you know, you know. And that look makes me want to put in work for my king. 

Sure do.

So I wasted no time getting on my knees and gently pulling his jeans and boxers down just a bit. The myth is not true... not all Asians are tiny because if you saw what my Chai has in his pants, you would gag... because I do, literally and figuratively.

He touching the dangly thing on the back of my throat.

I am not the master of giving head but, I know what Chai likes... it drives him crazy when I start at the tip and slowly make my way down. He likes it when I get messy and when I swirl my tongue around the tip as I'm going up... and he likes to watch how my mouth stretches as my lips wrap around him.

"Nayla, fuck," he moaned as his eye fluttered closed. And that's when I take him deeper and deeper to the point where he's at the back of my throat and I might gag a little but he loves that. And he puts his hand on the back of my head and uses my mouth and my eyes do water a bit but... it drives him crazy when I look a mess.

"Nayla, fuck, fuck, fuck," and just when he's about to pull out of my mouth... I push his hand off and hold him so I can swallow. And he always looks at me through those dazed eyes as I swallow everything... and I make sure to hold eye contact.

I don't cook, I don't clean but let me show you how I got this ring...

After slipping off his pants and boxers whilst he's still breathing heavily, I climb into his lap and help him take off his shirt. Yeah, the one that was clinging to his arms and tracing every single muscle... and I can see the veins on his arms and the movement of those chest muscles. 

"Nayla," he said squeezing my ass with his big hands, "I wanna watch you ride." He lifted me up just enough that when I sat back down, I'd be sitting on his big friend and my lips trembled a bit at that. Chai always makes it so that the whole thing is in me and... I still don't understand how something so big and thick can... and it's that vein for me...

I hold his shoulders a bit so I can start sliding myself up and down slowly but... Chai is impatient so he grips my ass so he can do it himself... yeah, this is what I like. He doesn't do it super fast or anything but, it's rough... and then he starts stroking from that position and I become a mess...

"Chai-Chai it's to-too m-much," I moaned in distress.

"Nah," he groaned getting rougher, "you're gonna take it... just like this."

And soon all you can hear is us... skin slapping, my moans and his groans... and then his tongue swirls on my nipple as he delivers a hard slap to my ass check... and I lose it. And just when I thought I couldn't lose it again, he stands so I have no choice but to take the pounding as I hold him tighter every time he lifts me by the cheeks and slams me back onto him. And I lose it again.

"Chai please, baby I'm gonna cum!"

"Who told you to hold it?"

That'll do it. You don't have to worry about me!

So I cummed all over his dick. I shook in his arms as he gently lowered me into the bed and I felt disorientated... Wait, was the ceiling always like that?

"Nayla what are you doing? Turn around and arch your back, you know better."

"Chai... I-I baby I can't take it. Just-just a small bre-"

"Nayla, what did I say?"

"Bu-"

"Turn around and arch your back," he repeated, practically putting me in position, "and you better hold this arch Nayla."

This here is another nasty sooonggg...