THE SAME

Chapter thirty*

"Chai p-please," I cried trying to close my legs for the millionth time, "I-I'm sorry, baby I'll never do it again."

"Nayla you're gonna suffocate me," he smiled, flattening his tongue against my pearl, holding one of my legs against mattress and the using his other hand to hold my leg over his shoulder. "Hold your legs open baby, I'm trying to eat."

I'll beat a hundred Harins if it means I can get ate out like this. Chai is insatiable right now like I've really lost count of how many times he's pushed me over the edge just to stop as I'm about to cum...

I could suffocate his ass right now for that but he does it so good...

I'm sorryyy for the things I've doneee and I'll try and be stronger...

"Nayla," Chai called before slipping his tongue slowly into my hole.

"W-Wait," I moaned when he added a finger, "please let me cum Chai." I could feel it again... the tightness in my stomach, that feeling of hotness and my hand found itself to Chai's head trying to push his tongue deeper and deeper into the spot I liked.

"Right t-there p-please."

I've never cummed so hard... but I say that every time... it was the sucking on my pearl. He knows I'm weak when he does that.

"You're shaking," he whispered against my ear squeezing one of my boobs, "was it that good?"

"But you know that already." I put my hand on top of his squeezing my boob too and looking straight at him. I feel so dominated whenever he just looks at me with those sharp eyes.

"Hum," he leaned giving me a sensual kiss.

Not too many bitches can say they taste this good.

"Arch your back," he told me and I complied. My legs were still shaky but I know he likes it when the arch is deep so I gave him that.

"Like this?" But I already knew it was pretty much picture perfect.

"You're showing off," he laughed giving my cheeks a hard slap before he slid all the way in. I promised I almost reset that arch back to zero, "show off properly then, move Nayla."

"I-I can't-"

"You can," he laughed as a sharp slap was delivered to my ass, "and you will. Start moving."

So I did... slowly making sure I was going all the way to the end but then, one of Chai's hands grabbed my waist to make me go faster. All you could hear was loud skin slapping and my moans.

"Fuck Nayla, why are you so wet?"

"M-More Chai," I moaned looking back at him and putting my hand on top of the one gripping my waist, "I-I w-want more."

"Lay on your side then."

Let me tell you something... that stroke game from the back is diabolical. He's so slow and precise hitting the spot that drives me crazy as he kisses my neck...

"Why are you running? You wanted more."

...

"You're such a princess."

"Watch my hair, I just silk pressed it."

"...it's already curling up baby, where's your bonnet?"

"Chai noooo," I whined, "I just got it done last week. I'll ruin my hair if I silk press it again within a week."

"Okay baby," he sighed trying to reach for the shampoo whilst trying to keep me balanced, "we'll find someone to do braids or a wig or something okay? You said you wanted to try a fringe."

Get you a man that can stop a meltdown in its tracks.

After being fucked out of my mind, I couldn't walk but I really wanted to shower with Chai so, I got him to carry me during the whole process. I bet he enjoyed holding me up by my ass whilst I straddled him so... we both winning.

"Okay... we need to start getting wedding stuff together. I want to book the right people for the hair and makeup and the location and cake-"

He cut me off with a slow, sensual kiss making me light headed, "stop worrying, we'll hire a wedding planner and they'll make it perfect. They'll get you everything you want."

"Okay Chai." I smiled reaching for another kiss, "...do you want to get married soon too?"

"I was the one who wanted to elope remember? I'd have us married by midnight if it was up to me."

"What kind of weeding do you want?"

"You in white lingerie with a gartier and I want to handcuff-"

"Chai come on," I pouted, "don't be one of those fiancés who doesn't help at all."

"Are you turning into a bridezilla already," he smiled adjusting me which caused my bare wet boobs to rub against his chest, "I want to wear grey not black or white. We both hate grass so nothing involving that... uh very private weeding with your mom's food like she does her big one every time I visit."

"I want my main dress to be a mermaid gown that is tight and just leads to a long train with a beautiful veil. Maybe I should get a personal tra-"

"For what?"

"So I can lose a bit of weight before the day. I want to look amazing for our honeymoon, I want a sunny location."

"No because if you lose this fat ass I'll have nothing to slap and you're tiny enough. You've lost enough weight since we've met, I don't want the weeding making you feel like you need to be tiny."

"Okay," I agreed kissing him happily, "but we'll need to do something you won't like..."

"What?"

"Baby hear me out okay! For five months until our weeding day we should hold back on sex."

"You're fucking kidding me, right? No."