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|| TARAJI
I clawed at Darren's back as he sucked the flesh of my neck like an oxtail, feeling my nails break his skin open. He hissed and grunted in pain mixed with pleasure, groping and squeezing two big handfuls of my ass. He wrapped his right hand around my throat and kissed me sloppily, his left hand traveling down to my saturated center. He swiped two long, thick fingers through my slick folds, making my back raise up off of the couch a little in response to his touch. I didn't realize how sensitive I was or how long it's been. I've been craving this physicality and warmth that my toys haven't been able to give me. I gripped onto his strong bicep and buried my face in his shoulder as he skillfully worked his fingers inside of me. I wasn't ready to cum yet, but he was pushing me there anyway. I could feel myself coming undone, ready to burst at the seams. I bit his shoulder for relief as he talked dirty in my ear.
Darren: You're so wet and tight. This pussy gripping the hell out of my fingers. I can't wait to get this dick inside you. I'll be up in you all night, baby girl. You gone take it like a good little slut too, ain't you?
Taraji: Y-Yes daddy, please fuck me.
Darren: You beg so pretty. I wanna hear you beg all night long.
He pulled his fingers out of me, holding them up to my mouth so I could suck them clean and taste myself. I stared into his eyes, taking his fingers all the way down my throat while stroking my clit with my right hand. He smirked and chuckled deeply, pushing his fingers in and out of my mouth with more force.
Darren: Yeah, show daddy what that mouth can do. With a throat this good, you ain't never losing your job. You like the power I have over you, don't you? It makes your pussy wet when I tell you what to do. You liked to be dominated?
I rubbed my clit faster as I gagged quietly on his fingers, feeling the tips touch my uvula. He pulled his soaking wet fingers out of my mouth and used them to penetrate me again. I bit my lip until I tasted copper in my mouth, my eyes slightly rolling to the back of my head as my walls clenched and unclenched around his fingers. It felt like my clit had a heartbeat as it pulsated. He lightly smacked my face and spit in it. I caught some of his flying saliva on my tongue, swallowing it. He smiled in satisfaction, curving his fingers inside of me, his knuckles stimulating my labia with rough rubs.
Darren: I am gonna make you cum with every part of my body tonight. First my fingers, then my tongue, and you know what comes next, baby girl. After tonight, you'll never remember anybody else who touched you. I own this pussy, and best believe I'll put the work in to stake my claim.
His words alone were driving me up the wall. I gripped onto the arm of the couch as his thumb pressed my clit, his fingers slamming into a puddle of my juices, making splashing sounds. I wrapped my arm around his neck and my body stuck to his like a magnet on a refrigerator as I held onto him for dear life, the wave of my orgasm rushing through me like flood waters. He didn't let up on my clit, and I began to squirt as a result, wetting up the couch and the wall behind us. I wanted to apologize for ruining his couch, but he didn't give me any time to do so as he hooked his arms around my thighs and dived face-first into the ocean between my legs. I arched my back and gripped onto the arm of the couch with one hand, holding his head in place with the other. He was eating me like he had eating pussy down to an art, a science. It was like he was doing it for himself, too, not just me. Men who eat pussy for their own pleasure are dangerous. He reached his hand up to choke me as his tongue maneuvered in a circle, flicking and licking in all the right places. I rubbed his head for encouragement, grinding and humping his face as I thrusted my hole on the tip of his tongue. He looked up into my eyes as I fucked his face and I felt like a goddess being worshipped. The trimmed hairs of his goatee tickled my inner thighs, his beard getting soaked as he devoured me like I was the last thing he would ever eat. It felt like his tongue had detached from his mouth and crawled up inside of me because of how deep it was going. He was finding pleasure spots inside of me that I didn't even know I had. I grabbed his face and kissed him before pushing his head back down. He pistoned his tongue in and out of me, the smooth pink muscle stroking my walls. He held my hands as my second orgasm of the night washed over me. I moaned uncontrollably, writhing underneath him and bucking my hips wildly. I didn't even realize that I was crying until he hovered over me and wiped my tears away, kissing me passionately, pushing every drop of cum that he had licked up into my mouth. He had left me in a state of euphoria with his mouth, and I wanted to return the favor.
I sat up on my knees, stroking him off with my left hand and playing with his balls with my right one as I stared into his eyes intently. He bit down on his lip and rubbed his goatee, putting his free hand in my hair and tangling his fingers in my curls. I kissed the tip, dragging my tongue along the side. His member felt heavy in my hands, thick and veiny with girth. He had the most beautiful penis I had ever seen on a man. I batted my lashes, grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him as I continued the handjob. He gripped my chin and I opened my mouth so he could spit in it. I swallowed it before positioning myself so that my head was hanging off the edge of the couch. He smirked, knowing exactly what I wanted him to do. I groped my own breasts as he stood over me, easing his dick down my throat slowly. He wrapped his hand around my neck to keep my head stable as he began to pound my face. I moaned around his dick, playing with my pussy and tweaking my hard nipples. Hearing him moan from the warmth and wetness of my throat had my pussy leaking onto the cushion. His balls were getting stroked by my tongue as he fucked my mouth. Slobber ran down my face and neck, coating my titties and making my nipples glisten. I relaxed the muscles in my throat so that I could take him deeper. He was bulging in my mouth and I felt like I had a point to prove. He was fucking my throat like it was my pussy, and I was enjoying every second of it. This is exactly what I wanted. I'm with all the roughness. While inside of my mouth, he leaned down on top of me to lick my pussy, putting us in the 69 position. He went stiff in my mouth, his dick throbbing on my tongue. He pulled out, relieving me of the pressure I felt in my stomach, and I rubbed my titties, showing him exactly where I wanted his cum. He held his dick in his hands, spraying droplets of cum onto my breasts until my brown skin was coated in a layer of white substance. He licked it all up, sucking my titties in the process. I gave him the filthiest kiss, wanting to taste him. He was about to pick me up and take me to his bed when my phone started vibrating on the coffee table.
Darren: Ignore it.
Taraji: I can't ignore it. It's Fantasia.
I stood up, picking my phone up and putting it up to my ear as I accepted her call. She was crying on the other end and breathing heavily. I immediately grew concerned for her, positioning my phone between my shoulder and my ear as I took Darren's shirt to put on, considering the fact that he had ripped my dress.
Taraji: Tasia, what's wrong?
Fantasia: I-I don't know. I'm so sorry, Taraji. I-I know I'm ruining your night but I didn't know what else to do. I'm scared. Something isn't right. I can't breathe.
Taraji: You wouldn't be talking to me if you couldn't breathe. You're having a panic attack. I'm on my way home right now, but for now I need you to just focus on the sound of my voice.
Darren was visibly annoyed and pissed off by the interruption, and I was honestly a little sexually frustrated too, but Fantasia will always come first and he needs to understand that if this thing between us is going to go anywhere. I stole his shirt, considering the fact that he ripped my dress. I also took his jacket and tied it around my waist so that my bottom would be covered and my wet pussy wouldn't be sliding all around the driver's seat of my car. Fantasia was still gasping for air and crying to the point that she would probably make herself sick. She's never had a panic attack this bad before. It must have been triggered by our argument combined with her mild separation anxiety.
Taraji: Stay on the phone, ok? I'll be there in no time. Go find a wall to sit up against and pull your knees up to your chest. It will make you feel grounded and you can focus on your breathing.
Fantasia:*crying* O-Ok. I'm sorry, Taraji.
Taraji: It's ok, baby girl. I've already forgiven you. I'm sorry, too. We can talk about everything when I get home. I love you, ok? Just try to sit still.
Darren watched me through the window as I backed out of the driveway. I don't know if we can pickup where we left off. My life is so consumed with Fantasia that I don't know if there's room for anyone else.
