B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 50- Something Different

Makyah

Helping me up, his lips claimed mine. "I ain't done with you yet."

He was insatiable. But honestly, I wasn't either—If anything, I was just getting started.

But as much as I could go for a few more rounds, he had an exam. "But you're ex—" Words died on my lips as heated wet kisses along with teeth were felt on my neck.

"You still wet." He whispered, not as a question but like he could tell. I knew my eyes had given me up.

I nodded anyway. "How you want this dick?" This new side of him made me speechless.

Spinning around, I bent over the counter; the kitchen island was too high up for me.

Bent over and ready for him, I waited in anticipation.

Coming up behind me, his large hands gripped each cheek. I'd been ready for him, waiting on our occasionally quick but satisfying sexing.

A moan erupted from me when he managed to slip the head in. He groaned in response, as if it brought him relief to be connected to me or like he'd been holding his breath up until then.

Slowly, he went deeper. Each stroke was calculated, the next deeper than the last. Gradually, his hands moved up, grasping my small waist holding me just where he wanted me.

"Yea." He pulled me closer, "Gimme that shit."

Even if his pace hadn't changed, I could always tell that he was enjoying the view of watching me take him whole and out again.

I couldn't blame him. It was something so sexy about fucking and being able to watch the dick slide in and out, glistening with my slick juices...

The thought alone made me start to throw my ass back on him. I wanted all of him and above all, I could taste it— sweet release.

But instead, his arm wrapped around my rib cage, pulling me up and pinning me against his chest as he continued his slow pace.

This new position left me gasping, my hands anxiously sprawling to brace me against the counter and fridge. He was hitting my spot dead on.

"Give it to me," I begged, but shortly yelped soon after when he pinched my sensitive nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, before circulating his hips while kept his thrusts deep.

In and out. In and out he went, stroking me, massaging my insides. The ragged sound of his breathing further encouraging the honey between my thighs to drip farther.

Every attempt I'd made to pick up our speed had been shot down, making me moan impatiently. I wasn't used to this pace and neither was my body, but she was betraying me by leaking even more, if even possible.

It snuck up on me, hitting me from nowhere. My body seized up, freezing before the shaking resumed again. "Oohhhhmy— ughh!"

He'd shoved me forward, his thrusts getting sharper, prolonging my orgasm. "Show me what that pussy do," suddenly the urge to pee caught me off guard, but he wouldn't let up even when I tried to push him back.

"Let it go, Kyah." My eyes rolled just as my juices squirted from me, my nails dug into his forearm. "Ahh."

Even though he'd pulled out, an earthquake still raked through me. "Hop on the counter."

With my legs in the air, he'd swallowed my pussy like he was dehydrated.

Sliding back in, his lips found mine. The mixture of sex in the air along with his musky scent was driving me crazy.

What was he doing to me?

He ground in slow circles, in and out. I licked my lips watching him.

Everything about him was beyond fine. His skin glistened with sweat, his bottom lip was tucked underneath his teeth while focused on pleasing me, his muscular arms pinned my thighs back, and how his abs tensed on each thrust.

My pink pussy looked glossy, slicked over wet, tight, and gripping him on each stroke.

Fuck, if I ever felt so close to anybody else like this.

Palm down on my pelvis, his thumb flicked over my clit making my release barrel forward faster than any other before.

My eyes stayed glued to his as I came again, soft moans played on my tongue. His face. He was close again.

"I'm boutta nut," he informed me, his gaze went soft as he leaned in. His lips stealing mine once more.

My legs clamped around him as I got lost around the feeling him. The kiss was slow and deep just how he was sexing me.

He was holding back with my legs around him, but I wanted it. All of him.

"Do it," I challenged him. My lower belly clenched in response. "Cum inside me."

Our kiss resumed, but he pried my legs from behind him, hiking them up further. I was torn between being disappointed and loving the feeling of him being so deep.

Next I knew, he was pulsating, but I couldn't tell if he was going to pull out or not, the anticipation killing me. But he wasn't letting up, strokes were driving harder.

His eyes bore into mine as I felt him, hot and that set me off. A wave tore through me.

Minutes later, we'd separated and gotten dressed.

On shaky legs not knowing what to do, I stood there trying get a read on him and he must've sensed it too.

He glanced over his shoulder, "Imma finish this packet up. Go to bed, you can take a look at it the morning before work."

I nodded, after all I was tired as hell and I didn't even know if I was going to make it up the stairs. "Yea, Ight. Good night," I muttered.

As I walked out of the kitchen, he caught my wrist pulling me back to him. "Wha—?"

His lips captured mine, it was brief but slow and sweet. "Imma come join you when I'm done."