Behind the rhymes

Chapter 33

*Onika*

I had Bey in a state I couldn't even describe. It was like she was in trance, completely under my control. Her dick was entirely in my mouth, and I refused to let her go just yet. I made sure to keep eye contact with her the whole time, loving the way she looked, so overwhelmed, so pleased by everything I was doing to her. Knowing she'd enjoyed it only fueled me more.

"Hmm.." I hummed softly, letting the vibration send waves of pleasure through her. I savored every inch, worshiping her with my tongue as if her dick was meant to be in my mouth and nowhere else. It was like it had been made just for me.

I slowly slipped her out of my mouth, letting a string of my saliva and her precum connect me to her. It made a beautiful mess in her lap, but I didn't care. "Shit!" She groaned, her breathing erratic. "I could cum just looking at you like this."

Her words sent a thrill through me. I wanted to please her even more, to drive her to the brink of insanity.

I kissed the swollen tip a few times, swirling my tongue around it, and watched as she bit down hard on her lip, trying to keep some semblance of control.
Then, without hesitation, I slid her back into my mouth, taking her in so deep she could feel the tightness of my throat. My tongue worked its magic, swirling and sucking with practiced ease.
Her hands tangled in my hair, and her eyes fluttered open, her lips parted as she let out a soft, guttural moans of pleasure she couldn't hold back. That sound, raw and unrestrained, told me I was doing exactly what she needed.

My hands drifted to her balls, gently massaging them, and I felt her body tremble beneath me. She was so close. I could feel it in the way her hips arched towards me, in the way her thighs tensed under my touch. I wanted to take her all the way.

I squeezed her balls gently, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp sharply. Her hips jerked involuntarily, a sigh that she was on the edge.

I kept going, determined to push her over. My lips tightened around her shaft as my hand worked in rhythm, stroking her as I sucked, building her pleasure higher and higher. Her groans became louder, more desperate, her breaths coming out in short, sharp gasps.

Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. She pulled out abruptly, her hand still gripping the back of my head as she stroked herself over my face. I stuck my tongue out, ready for her. A moment later, she came hard, thick ropes of her release painting my face, lips, and tongue. She gave it to me wherever she wanted, and I welcomed every drop.

I couldn't help but smile, a sense of satisfaction swelling in my chest as I looked up at her. She always looked so beautiful when she came.

I then shifted up, straddling her lap and looping my arms around her neck. I pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss. Her arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close as if she never wanted to let me go. The kiss was fiery, passionate, but there was tenderness too, a sweetness that spoke of the connection we shared. I liked this woman so much.

She pulled back slightly, her lips still brushing against mine, her breath warm on my skin. "I love how you make me feel, Onika." She murmured, her voice still husky and breathless. Her hands gripped my waist tightly, possessively.

I smirked, teasing her with a soft kiss. "I know." I whispered, running my fingers through her soft curls. She leaned into my touch, her eyes half-lidded with contentement.

Her lips captured mine again, slower this time, savoring every second. As the kiss deepened, I started grinding against her lap, feeling her grow hard again beneath me. "Fuck me, daddy." I whispered. "Make me yours."