Page 64 of Cessation
“Are you okay?” I questioned.
“Yeah. I’m good baby.”
His next location was the meatier flesh I held between my thighs. I was laid on the bed where I got comfortable on my back as he got comfortable in the middle of my legs. I was prepared for the best tongue I’d ever received.
Because it had been so long, the second I felt his warm tongue swipe across my folds, I lost it. My creamy fluids were seeping from my entrance.
“Mhmm,” was all he sounded off before diving in completely.
My back immediately arched once he captured my pearl. I hadn’t felt that good in months. His loving was the best and I loved that it was sealing the deal for us. Partaking in such a euphoric experience had to be one of the most rewarding things in life. All of my emotions were bottled up and centered at the tip of my clitoris. With the suction he had on it, he was balancing them out with ease.
“Oh God!” I screamed.
“What I tell you ’bout calling for him?”
“He ain’t got… Oouuu fuck… nothing to do with th-this.”
“Good girl.”
I felt him insert those award-winning fingers and massage my g-spot as he flexed his tongue against my clit. Everything that man was doing, had been a part of my addiction. He had no idea how his loving kept me locked in with him. The first time I stepped out of my body was the last time I had control of it. Paxton’s had it in his possession ever since.
As an orgasm inched its way to the surface, he held me captive to where I couldn’t move. All I could do was buck against his face and allow the ride to flow through me freely. My legs closed locking him in to where suffocation was the ending goal. I released so much that the sheets were grabbed for better security. Once the orgasm eased up, I slowly opened my legs giving him the chance to breathe again.
“Yeah. I’m murdering shit behind this muthafucka.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his statement. He staked his claim over and over again, but I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon or letting anyone else in. I belonged to him.
Rolling over, I got on all fours with my ass tooted up ready for him to finish the job. He slapped my ass sending a sting accompanied by a chill throughout my body. I was about to be filled up with the one dick that had me in a chokehold.
Feeling him at my door, he rubbed his fat head against my clit and in between my folds building up the pressure. I hadn’t been stretched out by this man in months and that feeling was one I yearned for. When she finally let him in, he pushed his way through to my base.Jesus Christ!
The slow pace he held while maneuvering against my walls was sending me to the edge. He was treating my body like a delicate piece of meat and if he handled me wrong, I’d fall apart. However, he didn’t loosen the grip on my hips.
With each motion, I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. The mirror displayed us in a perfect position, and I couldn’t stand to get a good look because of how great the nigga felt. The rubbing of my ass as he pulled in and out of me added on to it. I was losing my damn mind with each stroke.
“I like the way your pussy look swallowing my dick baby.”
He was bent over drilling me while speaking in my ear at the same time. I didn’t know how he was doing it, but he was puttingin work and I couldn’t do anything but let him have his way with me.
“Babyyyy!”
“I feel it. I’m ready for it.”
I knew Paxton loved the way I tasted when he removed himself and ate my shit from the back so that I was blessing his tongue instead. He knew how to satisfy me, and that kind of nasty shit was what got me from the beginning. I gave him what I could, and he was back inside within the blink of an eye. My walls were gently stroked with the veins on his dick gaining a new wave of love.
It was something about the way he touched me that no other man could ever do. He was feeding my soul with both his physical loving and emotional attachment. We were more than just participants in another round of sex. We were creating another link to add to our chain of intimacy.
“Fuck Yani!”
I smiled as he fed my ego. My name wasn’t called often but I guess he was letting it all out.
The strokes were no longer calculated. They had transformed to being rough but still satisfying. I knew he was reaching his peak due to how my hair was now wrapped around his hand and my body was arched to perfection. The more he pounded, the more cream I exuded. Our climax was the moment I always looked forward to.
His warm fluid coated my walls as I painted his dick white. I knew then that I was willing to go to war for it. That shit felt too good to share.
“This why yo’ ass knocked up now.”
“I’m not the one with three billion kids swimming around in a sack. You are.”
