My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Iman Harriott ~

" I want you sat..." I pushed Alistair back into a seat

"Yes ma'am" he responded with a boyish grin

"Maybe I should be in control more..." both of my hands rested on both sides of the chair, as I stood over him in a leaning position,

"Maybe you should..." I went straight to rough making out with him, as I unbuckled his belt with my right hand

Alistair groaned in between kisses, as my hands made way to his boxers, as I palmed his dick in my hand.

"It's not even out and it's that hard" I was impressed

"Take it out then..." he ordered me

"Not so fast Ryle-" I gripped his dick tighter, as he bucked his head back "-Feels good doesn't it?..." a devious smile showed up on my face as I continued to feel on his dick

All of a sudden my denim skirt rose up, as he gripped both of my ass cheeks violently, it was now followed with a harsh slap, causing me to wince out in pleasure.

I took my hand out of his trousers, wrapping my arms around his neck, to wet my tongue on his, before I went down on his dick. If I could, I would make out with him, every single minute of the day. I just melt when our lips touch. It feels so right but it is so wrong and that is probably why I enjoy it so much.

I pulled away from him, crouching down on my knees. Alistair brought a cushion from where we were before we went into another room, so that my knees didn't get messed up. I pulled his zipper down all the way and pulled his dick out. I rubbed my right hand up and down his length, slowly and carefully- all the way to his circumcised tip. While I was admiring his dick, I was also thinking about where I should start. I also wonder how I let that that thing fit in my vagina, let alone my mouth.

"Dick got your tongue harriott..." Alistair piped up

"Shut up or you'll never be able to fuck me again!" I threatened

"I know you are lying, you like the way how my dick feels in you. You like how your walls get tight around it, you like how- oh fuck..." Alistair sang out as I put it in my mouth

I needed him to shut the fuck up before I detour and told him to fuck my pussy instead.

I watched Alistair narrow his eyes, trying so hard not to buck his head back, to focus on my eyes that never left his. I wanted to intensify the moment for him and also for my own gratification. The desperate, yet mixed with arousal in his eyes was turning me on. It encouraged me to go down even deeper, with no gag reflexes may I say.

I spat on it, made circular motions with my tongue on his tip, as I realised it was a very sensitive spot for him that made him struggle to control himself. One thing about him though which I will give props to- he was trying so hard not to grab onto my hair.

I felt the pre-cum arriving, which made me realise he was on the verge of cumming.

"Do not stop..." Alistair moaned, the minute I started using my hand again

"Why would I?" I thought to myself, as I kept bobbing my head up and down

His hand travelled near to my face, as to my shock, he gripped the back of my neck. I can feel a bruising coming soon, the way how his grip just kept on getting tighter, upon his release. I'd rather that than him pulling my hair.