The Don And His Flower

4

One more day.

Valis managed to last one more day.

One more day he allowed the unexplained distance to continue between them. But now he stood in Imani's room. Watching her during the very late hours of the night. The girl was behaving just the way he's been, since they've been at unspoken odds.

So damn frustrated.

Her eyes were closed, mouth gaped as she squeezed her breast. With her shirt up and her panties down to her ankles, Imani had her free hand between her legs. The moans were soft. Vocals muffled as she repeatedly closed her lips together, breathing heavily once before resuming.

She was edging herself.

It's been too long since he's seen her. Too long since he's tasted, held, or even heard her voice. She moaned softly, eyes still closed as she stopped. Her chest heaved as she kept her aroused soaked fingers merely centimeters from her nub.

Imani was still a virgin, that he knew of. He reminisced the night she made him promise to be her first, when she had his ring on her finger. Of course, he would hold on to such a promise like that.

In no way would he wait until she wore his ring. However, he'd happily be her first and only, forever. The shudder of her frustrated breath got him back to the moment.

He walked towards her, securing the closed door before towering over her. She opened her eyes, frozen as her hand met his chest. Frozen in place, both of them until he moved.

"Your mother is asleep. You left your front door unlocked Imani." He watched her slowly relax only to tense up as he touched the erect nub of her left breast.

His index finger trailed across her chest to the other one. Grabbing the soft flesh, he gave a small squeeze before kissing her. "You've ignored me, Imani. Care to explain why?"

No response.

"No? Nothing? I've been here for almost thirty minutes, and you haven't gotten yourself off once." He murmured. A quick suck of her nipples had her gasping. He trailed his left hand down the center of her body. Index finger tickled her as he stopped, right at where her fingers were.

Touch her.

She wanted this man to replace her fingers, rub one out for her as he's done before. "You love stimulation, Imani. I learned your body perfectly. You love the friction of being touched." He glazed his finger between her folds, taking up the clear glisten on his finger.

She said nothing, watching the small thick fluids go right to the tip of his tongue. The close of his eyes nearly made her body slightly shiver. She knew he was savoring a taste he was addicted to.

The withdrawals of her from his tongue must've drawn him insane. He replaced his index with his middle and ring finger. "Use these two fingers, you like them the most." She watched the two fingertips wet from his mouth with spit. "You keep doing it dry, that's why you are so frustrated baby. Can I touch you?"

No.

No, my mom said to stay away from you.

Imani nodded her head slowly. Licking her lips as she watched two tan fingers touch such a sensitive nerve between her legs. Her eyes fluttered close, hands against the two fingers as she pushed against them, holding them closer.

"You don't like it simple. What makes you satisfied is the roughness. You like when I rub your cunt hard baby?" Her hands laid back to the sides of her face with a satisfied breath.

Exactly what she needed.

Hard.

He was rubbing her so damn good.

He made slow hard circles, rubbing hard against her clit. "Think about your birthday, how good it felt to have my tongue inside you. Good girl, get wet for me. Try some, Imani. Taste what you have me hooked on."

Imani opened her eyes slowly, mouth awaiting his fingers as she savored the unnamed sweetness. Her satisfied moan made him pull out. He went back down, a small slap between her legs before he wet his fingers with her arousal.

"Valis." She whimpered, hands grabbing her tits as he rubbed her clit hard. "Open. Wider, now. I know, baby. It's exactly what you need."

She held his wrist, back arched as she breathed heavily, trying not to scream his name. The orgasm washed over her body, tears pricking as he kissed her lips. "Why did you push me away, Imani?" He shook his head, lips over hers as he moved between her legs. "I want to fuck you right now, flower. I want to bleed you right here. So tell me, why have you pushed me away."

She sniffled, accepting his kiss as he fell back to her side. She watched him unleash the thick beast he confined. He licked his finger, savoring her juices as he jerked himself.

Imani watched him for what felt like forever. He squeezed and pumped his shaft, stopping before continuing. "I've done this every night, Imani. Do you know how tight your cunt is? It damn near hurt to put my tongue inside you. Fuck-"

He grunted, holding her waist as she straddled him. Both of their breaths hitched, stuck in their throats as Imani put her hands on the sides of his head.

Valis fisted the end of her shirt, letting go to slap her exposed ass before squeezing the soft cheeks.

She felt him pulse hard, the occasional twitch when the need was close. Imani looked down, watching his tip throb. Hands giving a few more pumps before aiming it. The man fidgeted, mouth parted as he cursed with her name again and again. Imani kept Valis between her wet folds, slowly rocking her hips as he guided her.

The motion continued, his body tense as he tightened his hold on her waist. "Fuck." He looked down, watching how good she was grinding against him.

So damn good.

The black and white contrast of their skin turned him on even more.

The sight of her black pussy teasing the tip of his cock. The kiss was sudden, tongues fighting as he pulled away with another deep 'fuck'. 

She sighed in content, hands now on his chest as she slowly collapsed on the man. The tip spat out thick white potent. Valis kept curses and groans in his chest, remembering that they weren't alone in her home. She swallowed his tongue, kissing again as he slapped and grabbed her ass.

A small moan tickled from her lips, teasing the man as she continued it with a small smile. Bodies still, she felt him grab one of her cheeks. Separating from the other as his left hand jerked himself, thick ropes coating her folds.

Imani listened to the speed of his heartbeat. The small breaths that quickly left his mouth as his left hand kept jerking. Valis laid there, heart pounding as he felt her lips on his, the temporary ecstasy clouding them.

Breathing shuddered, he moved her hair from her face. The two laid there in unwanted thoughts. "My mother says you're no good for me." She entangled her legs with Valis. The touch of his fingers on her bare ass sent tingles through her body.

Such large hands.

"Is that right?" He finally spoke.

Imani lifted her leg more, draping it over his toned body as she felt his fingertips still grazing her skin. "I told her she's wrong. But it doesn't help to remember who you are. Who your father is-"

"I'm not my father, Imani." He whispered over her lips. "You are..you just don't believe it yet." She sat up, his release tickling down to her inner thighs slowly. The pain intensifies in her heart as she thinks more and more on her mother's words.

He knows how she feels about him but refuses to go to his father about them. "Why haven't you ever talked to your father? He's already defiling my mother constantly. Why can't we be together?"

"Imani-"

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't.

"I think we should break up, Valis."