Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Forty-Nine

Tiana

"... L...Let's go to the...." I said, trying to reason with him. His proposition was preposterous, I mean suppose one of his friends walk in on us.

"No. I want to do it right here, right now." Tristan said, stubbornly.

Dear God. This man is going to be the death of me.

"You can either choose. You're in a skirt, I can easy shift your panties and fuck you hard, or you can get down on your knees. Either one is fine. Just remember I'm not the one that will be screaming."

I nipped my lips. "This is manipulation."

"How so?" He asked innocently.

Gritting my teeth, I scrambled off his lap kneeling on the floor, between his legs. I looked up at him through hooded eyes. Tristan's nose, flared and his eyes darkens in desire.

Rubbing my hand up and down against his crotch. I slowly popped open his button. The sound, of his zipper being pulled down made my pussy dampens in greed.

Tristan lifted his hips, so that I was able to pull his jeans down. His cock bounced free from the evil confinement, of his jeans. Wrapping my hands around his hardness, I slowly guided him inside of my mouth.

Tristan let's out a soft moan. The saltiness of his pre-come exploded on my lips. Swirling my mouth around the red bulbous head of his cock, I sucked him deeper inside. His cock felt like velvet against my tongue.

Tristan pulled my hair, back into a pony tail, his stare was blank as he stared at me. Sometimes I wonder who the hell, I'm making love to. The statue of liberty or him.

"Dude that's gross!" I heard Jessie wailed.

I halted my movements.

"Keep going." Tristan growled.

I whimpered, at his tone. Gripping his thighs on both sides, I started to bob my head up and down.

My toes, curled every time a drop of his pre-come touched my tongue. The heat pooled inside of my panties. Even though this was, just a blow job my body was reacting to the smell of Tristan.

Sitting forward, he spreads his legs open a little wider. Fisting his hand inside of my hair, he thrust up. Spit dribbled from the corner of my mouth. His friends voices were getting close, but I didn't care. My resolve, from earlier became a blur. I felt his cock stiffen inside of my mouth, and a strangled moan escaped. God I'm such a slut.

That wasn't the end though. I wanted Tristan to be rougher with me. I pulled off his cock, with a pop. "Fuck my mouth." I said, breathing hard.

Tristan stood up, and I crawled backwards a little bit. His cock, poked my lips. Parting my lips, I once again took him inside.

Tristan, placed his hand at the back of my head. He then started to thrust inside of my mouth, none too gently. His cock, kept on hit the back of my throat, over and over again. I whimpered in pleasure.

The woodsy smell welcomed me, and the small hair, pricked my face. Squeezing, his butt cheeks I urged him to continue thrusting. I was practically drooling on the rug, but I didn't care I wanted more.

I wanted to feel him combust in my mouth.

Tristan's hold on my hair tightens. "Damnit... you don't know what you're fucking doing to me right now."

More! That little voice in my head cried.

I felt his cock, twitched inside of my mouth. Groaning, I slide a hand between my legs. Pushing my panties to the side.... I thrust two fingers inside of myself. I was so fucking wet for him, it wasn't even funny. My moister dribbled down my legs. Thrusting my fingers up and down.

I tried to match his violent thrust but I couldn't. My fingers weren't big enough.... moving, my hand up I rubbed my clitoris anticlockwise. I felt my inner thighs twitched.... I groaned loudly, as I felt my body heating up more.

Tristan's eyes, were focused on the hand, which was between my thigh. Wetting my other fingers, I took a hold of his balls. Rolling them between my fingers, that seemed to push him a little. A drop of sweat, rolled down his arm.

Pulling off his cock, I trailed my tongue from the root to the tip. His cock jerked forward and the next thing I knew.... thick ropes of cum was spurting all over my face. My body shudder, as my orgasm ripped through me.

"Jesus Christ! My eyes! Carolyn I think I'm blind!" Nathaniel yelled. I heard the kitchen door, open and slammed shut.

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