Not Your Typical Fairytale (Complete)

Chapter 11

He was as eager as I was, and who could blame either of us? His lips were like cotton candy, soft and sweet, melting on my tongue as we kissed. When his tongue joined mine, our dance matched the rhythm of our hearts, creating a perfect harmony.

"Don't deny me, please," I pleaded, my voice trembling with desire.

Yes, I was burning with passion, but I was also in control of my senses. I wanted us to connect in this intimate way first. I needed him to erase the memory of my father's harsh words, to help me forget the frustrations of the day. He searched my eyes for reassurance, and I nodded. With ease, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his firm waist, his grip telling me he spent time lifting weights in his spare moments.

"I want you here," I whispered, our lips still locked in a fiery embrace.

"Whatever the lady wants," he replied, laying me down on the couch. Breaking the kiss, he gazed into my eyes. "Damn, you're so beautiful," he exclaimed, his words causing a blush to spread across my cheeks. He buried his face in my neck, alternating between sucking and licking, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

"Oooooh," I couldn't help but moan, my voice muffled against his skin.

"If you keep moaning like that, Ayola, I won't have time for foreplay," he teased, his hands exploring my body through my top. I wanted him to take it off, but not yet. Mr. Kitten Wetter seemed patient, savoring each moment. As he removed my top and bra, my breasts sprang free, nipples hardening under his gaze.

"FUCK!" he cursed, captivated by the sight of my twins. My breasts were perfect, and he seemed to know just how to touch them. Squeezing one while sucking the other, I couldn't help but arch my back in pleasure. I was on the brink of orgasm, his attention alone nearly enough to push me over the edge. Moving to the other breast, he continued his ministrations.

"Lwando," I whispered, breathless.

"Yes, angel?" he murmured between kisses.

"I'm going to cum," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "Don't cum just yet," he instructed, slowly removing my jeans. His eyes met mine as he sniffed my lace underwear, now soaked with anticipation. "Perfect. You're ready," he declared with authority, sending a surge of desire through me. Ripping them off, he plunged his tongue between my folds, eliciting a moan of pleasure. When he added a finger, I thought I might explode then and there.

"Yes, that's it, cum for me, princess," his tongue teased my clit while his finger played inside me. This guy knew how to handle a girl's 'Kitten,' that's for sure. After an incredible release, he licked me clean, then came up to my face. I was spent, or so I thought.

"I'm going to insert myself now," he whispered, his breath heavy with my scent, his arousal evident as he teased my entrance. In my haze of pleasure, I wondered when he'd slipped off his pants. He kissed me, aiming to distract me from the impending pain, promising pleasure once I accommodated his size.

"Almost there, angel," he reassured as he slowly entered me. My body felt like it was on fire. I knew he was big, but this... this was something else. "Ayola, look at me," he commanded, and I obeyed, meeting his gaze. "Relax, breathe, angel," he coaxed, his eyes locked on mine. "You're so fucking beautiful, Ayola. All of you." I could only respond with a moan as he filled me, the initial pain still present but overridden by the pleasure of his presence.

He started moving, and I cried out, just having climaxed again. The sensations he evoked should be illegal; this place he took me to was foreign and exhilarating. As his pace increased, so did my moans, each one urging him deeper, the feeling radiating to my core.