Political Gratification (Interracial-BWWM Novel)

Chapter 13: Licentious

Since you guys made it to 150 votes in about 2 days which is more than wonderful, here's a new chapter for your pleasure and enjoyment. Remember to vote on a dress for your opinion to be considered in the wedding day planning. Maybe we'll try for 170 votes this time for an early chapter. Idk.

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Preston groaned as Ariel's mouth tightened around his cock fiercely. It felt like a highly lubricated suction cup was wrapped tightly around him, but it also felt like there was something missing. Like it wasn't enough. At this rate, he wasn't going to get his release, especially with his thoughts constantly reverting to Nelly.

He couldn't have her. She was nothing like he'd ever experienced or even fathomed of seeing in his lifetime and that scared him more than anything. She was so much more than he'd expected. It was overwhelming.

The din of the gagging sounds reverberating from Ariel's throat were loud, her slurping and slobbering told him that she was really giving this all she had, but it wasn't getting either one of them anywhere. He pulled her head back harshly by her hair getting her attention before commanding her to get up.

"Lay down," he demanded and she followed his demand eagerly, laying her back down on her bed, her hand gripping her breast, her body exposed for his eyes to see.

This was how he liked to be in the bedroom. Commanding and controlling and if his partner didn't like it he would most likely be showing her the way out.

"Pinch your clit hard, but don't moan. This is about pain, not pleasure," he says, trying to enjoy the display, but slowly turning flaccid.

This wasn't what he'd expected. He'd come here to forget about Nelly, but now all he could think about was her, his daydream, and what it would've been like to have actually experienced it with her.

"You like that, don't you? I can see him rising to the occasion. What do you want me to do next, baby?" Ariel asked, still pinching her clit, her pink pussy dripping with her essence.

"Don't call me that, Ariel," Preston said before walking over to her swiftly, taking her hand away from her dripping core and laying it down beside her head before he took her other hand and placed it by her head as well, gripping onto both of them before he rammed into her hard in one swift motion.

He heard Ariel's sharp intake of breath and knew that he'd most likely caused her pain and discomfort, but was too far gone to think of much else but release.

"Never call me that," he strained to say as he began to take long hard strokes into her vaginal canal. Her breath was coming out in tiny spurts and her grip was tight on his shoulders and waist, where her legs were wrapped.

"Yes! Yes!" He heard Nelly shout loudly.

Looking down he took in her beauty, his cock twitching at the sight of her gorgeous curly, kinky Afro splayed messily across the pillow. Her smell consumed his olfactory organs, leaving him in a delirium. She smelled delicious to him and looked even more so.

His thrusts became more furious at that. His face contorting into a mirage of emotions from the intense pleasure coming from all of his five senses. His hand gripped her ass, massaging it as he continued to stroke her walls. Preston's other hand reached up to grab onto her soft coils, tugging to allow himself access to her long neck where he then began to suck eagerly at knowingly leaving his mark.

"Preston, baby, take me. I've never had it like this. I've never felt it like this," Nelly shouted scratching his back raw, her muscles tightening around him as he hit her cervix painfully with how hard he was thrusting.