She looked around at the three games I had set up in the living room, then back at me, shaking her head. She set her wineglass down and crawled into my lap.
“The only game I want to play is the ‘How to make Ghana cum’ game.” She pecked my lips as my brows dipped, and my heart hammered in my chest.
“Autumn, I swear to God, I’m trying to take my time and be respectful.”
“It’s too late for that now, love. You lit the fire; now put it out.”
That was it.
I jammed my tongue in her mouth as my hands went to her neck and squeezed with a light but firm grip. I used one of my hands to undo her dress and yank it down. I moved my mouth from hers and sucked her neck and chest, leaving passion marks along the way to her beautiful, erect nipples. Her breaths became labored, her head fell back in pleasure and ecstasy, and her pussy ground against my slacks.
I had emailed her all my test results earlier, and she, in turn, did the same.
“Ghana. . .” She breathed, fingers undoing my button-up. I was really trying to take my time with her tonight, but apparently, shorty had different plans.
Not wanting to waste another minute of not tasting that pussy, I lay her on the table and yanked the dress off, followed by her red laced panties that were already soaked in her essence. My mouth watered as I looked at what I had already known was her pretty-ass pussy, and I licked my lips.
“Keep them sexy-ass eyes on me. I want you to see what I do to this pussy.”
She leaned up on her elbows, eyes locked in and full of lust. I took my tongue and slid it from her asshole to her clit and sucked. My eyes fluttered, then closed at the fucking taste of her. This shit wasn’t gon’ be healthy for a nigga. There was no way she could leave me now.
“Shit, baby. This view looks so fucking good.”
A shit talker. Damn. She really is my fucking soulmate.
Just looking at her, I never would have thought she would be a freak. She looked too innocent to let those types of words flowfrom her mouth, but just hearing her pop her shit while I sucked everything but her uterus out of her pussy had my dick on full brick.
“Fuck, Ghana! I’m going to cum!” Her eyes closed, and her hips rocked.
I reached up and pinched her nipple. “Keep them fucking eyes on me.”
“Yes, daddy!” she yelled as I wrapped my arms around her thighs and ate her like I hadn’t eaten in days. She came hard, and I sopped that shit up, making sure her DNA intertwined with mine.
We were twins now.
I lifted her just as “Nasty” by Lil Duval, Jacquees, and Tank queued. She helped me out of my slacks and briefs and smiled widely at what she saw.
I pulled her back onto my lap. “I’ma let you show me what that pussy can do,” I whispered against her lips.
She gave me a salacious smirk before she grabbed my dick and guided it inside of her. Her shit was so tight that it took a minute for me to get inside of her. Once I got all the way in, we both left out a soft ‘fuck’ as I kissed her roughly. She rocked her hips before gaining a rhythm and bouncing on me. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, feeling like I was about to float the fuck away.
“Shit, Ghana. Oh, God!”
“Don’t tell the Big Homie how I’m fucking you, Ros. Talk that shit to me. Tell me how good this dick is making you feel, baby.”
“I f-feel like, ahh. I feel like I never want this to end.”
“And it won’t. Tat your name on this dick, Autumn. It’s yours.”
“I’m going to cum again, baby.”
“Mm-hmm, and you gon’ come up off about four more.” I grabbed her hips, slamming her down on me as I watched herpretty face twist, mouth fall open, and eyes close tight. Her body shuddered, and she came again. I wasted no time flipping her on her back, grabbing her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, and driving my hips forcefully inside of her. Her moans and yells were like music to my ears.
“Ghana, . . . baby!” She tried to scoot back, but I grabbed the meat of her hip, pulling her back toward me.
“Don’t run. Give me that good-ass pussy,” I whispered in her ear. “You don’t know what the fuck you doing to me, baby. When I’m around you, my whole world changes. You got my whole fucking life in your hands. I ain’t just trying to just fuck you. I want to be your man,” I told her, reciting poetry from the top of my head.
“I-I can’t-I can’t take it, baby. Shit!”