She nodded with my dick still happily jammed in her mouth.
“Good. I’m about to come in this mouth, and you know what to do with it.” She nodded before opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue. I jerked off in her mouth, painting her pink tongue and her full lips milky white. “Not a drop, Kiyah.”
She closed her mouth and climbed onto the bed while I retrieved lube and a condom from my nightstand. I was pleased when I found Kiyah face down with her plump ass in the air. She’d spread her ass cheeks for me, and I didn’t hesitate todrizzle lube all over her ass and in between. Her brown hole puckered upon contact as the lube sluiced down her taint to her pussy. She moaned around a mouthful of my cum as I slicked the lube with my fingers all over her hole before breaching the tight ring of muscles.
I need more lube.
I squeezed a more generous amount before continuing to work my fingers inside her. I knew I was working my magic when Kiyah’s back arched, and she began rocking back and forth on my fingers. I placed my hand on the small of her back and scissored my fingers inside her before adding another. She stilled, and I paused to ask, “Are you good?”
“R-real good,” she stuttered as she tried to hold my semen in.
I loosened her up for another few minutes until I was stiff, and she was taking my fingers like a fucking champ.
“You’re ready,” I announced, tearing into the condom. I sheathed myself and drizzled lube up and down my length before climbing into bed.
I eased into her gradually, using her body language and her moans to gauge my pace. I exhaled deeply when I bottomed out. Her walls were spasming around me, and I knew, despite how much I wanted to deprive her of climaxing until it hurt, I wouldn’t last long.
I rocked into her, just testing the waters, and bit my bottom lip moments later when she started rocking back.
“Fuck, Ki,” I hissed between my teeth. “You’re taking my dick too good, baby,” I grunted as the pace kicked up. “Have you been giving this ass out while you’ve been gone?” I taunted. She shook her head feverishly. “I don’t believe you,” I said, slapping her ass in rapid succession as I slammed into her. She cried out in shock, gurgling around the cum in her mouth as I turned her tanned skin a deep red.
I yanked her up by her biceps, pressing her back to my chest, and pistoned in her without mercy. My fingers snuck to the front, and I twisted and pulled on her piercing. I smiled when she gagged and choked on my cum, and I knew from the intense wail that she fucked up. I slapped her pierced clit.
“What did I say, Kiyah? Not a drop, didn’t I?” I questioned, slapping her pussy again.
“I-I’m soooooo sorry,” she moaned.
“You know what that means, right?” She nodded through her tears. “Tell me what’s going to happen.”
“I won’t come… until the morning,” she replied, sobbing at her misfortune.
“That’s right, baby,” I whispered in her ear. I kissed her cheek roughly, forced her against the bed, tugged the condom off, and fucked her pussy like I owned that motherfucker.
I came deep inside my wife, jetting thick ropes of cum into her. I rolled my eyes when her walls clamped down on me, and she screamed into the comforter. I could’ve been a dick and pulled out, but she felt so fucking good around me that I’d have to be a masochist to pull out and ruin it for myself.
Our heavy panting filled the bedroom as we came down from our high.
“You weren’t supposed to come until the morning,” I admonished, finally pulling out of her when I softened. With a shaky hand, Kiyah pointed at the clock on my nightstand.
12:03 AM.
Well played, Kiyah…well played.
Kiyah
I stumbled down the stairs, exhausted from Grant’s efforts to squeeze an eight-month dry spell into three hours.
“I thought I was supposed to be making you breakfast,”I mumbled, entering the massive country-styleHome & Gardenskitchen that would make anyFood Networkstar cream themselves. Everything was white and bright—the exact opposite of what I needed at the moment.
I need a dark hole I can climb into so I can hibernate.
“If I waited on you, I’d be late,” Grant grunted, flipping French toast. I zombie-walked towards him and slapped him on the ass on the way to the coffee maker.
“You should’ve woken me up,” I said, pouring myself a cup of coffee in my favorite mug from my younger sister. It said, “TSA loves me” with a picture of a metal detector—a dig at my piercings.
Daisy’s such a fucking dirtbag, and I love that about her. Mainly because she doesn’t try to be something she’s not. She owns up to it.
“You looked peaceful. I didn’t want to bother you.”