A Waiting Game

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Tristan POV:

"Strip". He commanded me as I complied without question or back talk.  Something about the way his deep voice boomed through the bedroom made me know better than to object at this point.  I took off everything I had on accept my watch and jewelry and watched with lust filled eyes as he did the same.

His body was just as beautiful as I remembered it, as it was in my dreams.  Milk chocolate skin tightly draped over his muscular frame.  His thick neck flowing down to his broad shoulders which anchored his full chest adorned with perky, dark brown nipples that had stiffened due to the thick tension in the air.  Abs so defined you could tell he probably spent every spare moment he had in the gym.  His thighs massive, muscular, yet still soft enough to jiggle if you shook them holding up his fat ass cheeks.  Shorter niggas always had that thick lower body that made them irresistible to me.  I was satisfied just looking at him.

"C'mere lil daddy, stop staring and touch me."  I once again complied fully, lost in his sexiness.  The moment I was within he reach, he took ahold of me, throwing his hands around my waist as I did the same to him.  He first palmed both my ass cheeks, squeezing and smacking them placing his head into the crook of my shoulder so he could see my ass jiggle as he fondled me.

"Ass fat as fuck....mmm" he moaned into my neck before sucking on it. 

"You like that shit nigga?"  I asked as I began returning the favor amazed at how soft that part of his body was.  It always turned me on when a nigga was extremely cut up like him, yet had soft thighs and ass.  I just couldn't ever believe it was possible.

"Hell yeah, you gone give it to me?"  He asked as he continued sucking on my neck, moving up to my earlobes and lightly biting and sucking on them as well.

"If you want it, you gone have to take it."  I wanted him to fuck the shit outta me cause I damn sure was about to dog his shit.

"Oh I'm taking it, and you ain't running either.  You played with me the last time, but I ain't going for that shit tonight."  His words had me so turned on but also a little intimidated. 

"Shut the fuck up making empty threats and kiss me lil nigga."  The power struggle between us is reaching a boiling point, but I'm gone win it.

Without another word, he crashed our lips together.  Our mouths seemed to sync up to each other as our tongues tussled to see who would submit.  I ultimately lost as I was completely caught off guard when he grabbed the backs of my thighs and lifted me up onto his hips causing me to grab onto his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist.  I disconnected our lips and leaned back slightly to look into his eyes dazed by the masculine authority he was exuding.

"Shit daddy, it's like that?"  I think that was me submitting, but I'll get it back when I get up in him.  Ima just let him win this battle, but I got the war.

"How you thought it was baby?  Act like you ain't know I run this shit."  This nigga feeling himself now.  I kissed him again as he carried me to his bed and sat me down before laying on top of me.  He grinded our dicks together as we both dripped precum making them glide even smoother.  Shit felt good as fuck.  I reached between us and scooped up some before putting my finger in between our mouths so we could both taste ourselves.  He began sucking the shit out of my fingers and I started thrusting them in and out of his mouth.

Once they were wet enough, I found his hole and started tapping it before teasing it with my middle and ring fingers.  He let out deep moans into my mouth as he picked up the pace of his grinding. 

"You want it daddy?"  He asked in a moan, his voice still deep yet softer than usual.

"Worse than anything I ever wanted in my life."  I admitted truthfully.  I was past all the cute trash talk, I'm tryna feel his grip.