Political Gratification (Interracial-BWWM Novel)

Chapter 8: For the Love of Sin

Preston woke up to a hot feeling of desire in his belly, so passionate he wouldn't dare to move. Subconsciously, he knew if he did he wouldn't feel the same sensation ever again.

Glancing beside him, he saw Nelly wasn't beside him like she usually was when he woke. Confusedly, he lay back down, letting out a low moan as the feeling intensified. Promptly he heard a loud slurping sound nearest the bottom of the bed. Preston looked down to see Nelly on all fours stroking him in the wet hot cavern that was her mouth.

She always looked best in the mornings with no makeup, her hair in her silk scarf and twists, and her beautiful face greeting his. He'd never seen a woman embrace their bare face the way he'd seen her do it before. Currently, her hair was out of its contained state and wild in its way as it fell into her face and tickled him lightly.

Her mouth was wrapped around the head of his member while her small, delicate hands stroked the rest of him. When she noticed his gaze on her, she smiled shyly, tightening her lips firmly, taking in all of him in her mouth and bobbing her head up and down.

The warmth and wetness of her mouth felt almost like he was part of her, like his cock belonged in her mouth. She gradually got faster and held an even tighter grip, making him curl his toes.

"Nelly, baby," he moaned out, his head falling back into his pillow as his hands gripped onto her mane, helping her to keep her pace.

She twirled her tongue in a circular motion around his length, making him want to explode down her throat, but not wanting this moment to end. He could feel it coming and closed his eyes to keep release at bay, but Nelly, mischievously began to suck even more vigorously than before. Preston released his seed into her hot, wet mouth and watched her as she pulled back and allowed him to shoot onto her chest.

Preston watched as she rubbed the cum into her skin and grabbed her hands roughly, laying her down before him onto the bed. Just as he was about to enter her, he felt something crash against his face and his name being shouted.

"Preston! Wake the hell up. We got a plane to catch and an angry, black woman to pick up from her ghetto neighborhood," Sam screamed into his ears.

"Fuck off, Samuel," Preston muttered, his voice rough with sleep and his annoyance ringing loud and clear.

"No! You will get up now, or I will have to drag you to the showers. Now we have a busy day and I don't have patience for your bullshit so please if you may... get... the hell... UP!" Samuel shouted before making his way to the door of Preston's room and opening it, before shutting it quickly.

Preston scoffed at the thought of Samuel's tiny arms picking him up.

That dream. Preston thought, as he thought back to the indescribable feeling he'd just experienced.

Rolling onto his back, his member made a nomad's tent in the middle of his cotton sheets, and his sheets were now soaked in his cum. It was a good thing he routinely slept on his front or Sam would've had quite the sight.

Sighing distressedly, he made his way towards the bathroom of his hotel room, shedding his clothes in the process. He turned on the water to its coldest degree. He did not want to have that kind of dream ever again. That dream was dangerous.

He took the soap from its place in the shower caddie and began to lather his body up from head to toe. His fingers reached his neck and his mind flashed to the memory of Ms. Charles' soft lips placing a tender kiss against his throat last evening.