〰 Take a redhead that uses her assets to get her way in business, a curly nanny who believes in true love, a dark-haired, drop-dead gorgeous stripper and you've got a curved t(h)reat.
Then add a nerdy personal trainer, a tall, dark and handsome bo...
I try to sit up again and feel his arms around my waist, helping me sit up and pulling me closer to him. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist and my arms find their way around his neck, pulling him even closer as I rest my head on his shoulder, my nose rubbing against his skin, trying to take in his scent.
He holds me close to him as all of my senses slowly come back and the shaking lessens. My nose picks up on his scent, my brain trying to come up with a way to describe it.
"Thunder, lightning, rain."
He pulls back a little and looks into my eyes, asking me to explain what I just said with his. I cup his face and kiss his lips first, trying to put all of the emotions I feel into it. Breaking the kiss to look into his eyes again, "That's what you smell like. Thunder, lightning, and rain. Strong, Electrifying, Arousing."
A slow smile appears on his lips as he stares into my eyes, his hands sliding down my back and stopping on my butt, massaging it firmly. His lips find mine, pecking them softly at first, applying more pressure with every next kiss, making me moan softly.
As soon as I open my mouth his tongue slides in and I taste my own arousal, making my desire flare up again. His mouth is magic, loving, wet, soft, determined. I suck on his tongue, moaning into his mouth as his fingers dig into my butt cheeks. I wrap my arms around his broad back, my nails gently scratching his skin as our tongues slow-dance, wet and sexy.
Fuck me, these kisses, his mouth drives me crazy. I break the kiss to catch my breath and that's when I realize he is still fully clothed. I start undoing the first two buttons on his shirt but I can't wait any longer, fisting the fabric of his shirt I rip it open and send buttons flying.
His eyes widen and a sexy smirk forms on my lips.
My hands slide under his shirt to his pecks, pinching his nipples gently, sliding down his abs, following every rise and fall with my fingertips. This man is a work of art, so incredibly sexy that it's hard to believe he's here and I get to touch him, taste him, take him in body and soul.
"Donté, you're wearing too much. Take your clothes off."
His eyebrow raises slowly as he looks at me before chuckling and nodding. "Yeah, you're right about that. I got hungry and couldn't wait. Sorry."
He takes a step back and dances slowly, taking his shirt off like a professional stripper. I bite my lip and my pussy tingles at the sight of this confident, sexy man. He flexes his muscles and I moan, reaching out to touch him but he makes sure I can't reach him.
"No touching miss. That's not allowed."
I pout and he chuckles again, taking off his shoes and socks before taking off his jeans at an extremely slow pace.
Fuck, this is torture. I'm done.
I hop off the counter, run my hands through my hair, and walk over to the living room on my tippy toes, swaying my hips with every step.
I feel his breath on my ear before I feel his arms wrap around me from behind, stopping me in my tracks.
"Where the hell do you think you're going, Ama?"
His erection presses against my butt and I twerk a little, his moan waking up my goosebumps again. His hands rest on my belly, his fingers stroking my skin in slow, gentle circles.
I turn around and feel like thanking him. His adoration for my body has helped so much with my growth and I should tell him that. But I feel his erection push against my wet folds and my body moves out of his own, rubbing up against him, my arms pulling him down to suck his bottom lip into my mouth.
I release his lip and look at him, his eyes dilated, lust coming from every pore of his body. My nails scratch down his chest and abs, making the hair on his arms stand up and a soft moan escapes his lips. I grab his shoulders and turn him a little, point his back towards the couch and I smile at him as I rest my hands on his pecks, shoving him onto the couch behind him.
He looks shocked for a second, but when I run my fingers through his hair, down his neck, chest, scratch my nails down his abs and thighs there's nothing but lust left in his eyes. I push his legs apart and kneel down between them, grabbing onto his legs as I lick his balls, up his shaft, kissing the head of his penis gently.
I look up at him and stick my tongue out, purposely not touching his erection. He fists my hair and I watch his dick jump up in excitement, hitting my tongue softly as he moans. My tongue swirls around the tip slowly, my tongue pushing down on the vein right below before wrapping my lips around it.
My lips stretch around the large head, my tongue sliding across the top, the salty taste of his precum making me wetter than I already was.
He gathers my hair and holds it in his fist on top of my head and I start sucking him, looking up at him as I bob my head. I push my nails into the skin of his legs as I take him in even deeper, relaxing my throat, rubbing my tongue against his shaft.
His soft moans cheer me on and I hold his balls in my hand massaging them gently, wrapping the fingers of my other hand around the base of his dick, stroking it firmly as my mouth focuses on the tip, sucking harder.
I feel his balls contract and I know he's close. I take him in as deep as I can and he lets out a guttural grunt, shooting his sperm down my throat. I swallow most of it down but as I pull his dick out of my mouth a little bit of cum dribbles down my chin.
Gently stroking the base of his member I lick him clean, slow, and thoroughly, looking up at the beautiful man who has his eyes closed, a heavenly expression all over his face.
His eyes open slowly and I wipe the sperm from my chin with my fingers and lick them clean one by one, feeling his dick twitch in my hand. I look down at it and it's still as hard as it was before he ejaculated.
His hand grabs my chin to lift it up to meet his gaze as he whispers: "Kiss me, Ama."
I get up and straddle him, run my fingers through his hair, licking his lips seductively. He sucks my tongue into his mouth, frenching me deeply as his fingers find their way into my hair too, pulling it just hard enough.
My body moves out of its own again. My chest rubs against his, my folds kiss his shaft, sliding up and down on it, the wet sounds turning me on to no end. He pulls my hair to tilt my head to the side and attacks my neck with his mouth, sucking, licking, biting.
Fuck me. I'm pooling. I need more. So much more.
My voice sounds different when I force three words out of my mouth.
"Fuck me Donté."
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And that's part 2 for you. Part 3 is already published, so rush over there. ;)
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