He sucked and licked, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before moving to the other one, giving it the same attention. My pussy was throbbing, aching, begging for more.
"Lay back," he commanded, his voice rough.
I slid off his lap and laid back on the couch, my legs spreading automatically. Dose stood up, pulling his tank top off completely, and I watched as he dropped to his knees in front of me.
"I been thinkin' about this pussy all week," he said, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them wider.
He leaned in, his tongue licking a slow stripe from my entrance to my clit, and I nearly came right then and there.
"Oh my god," I moaned, my hands flying to his head.
He ate my pussy like a man possessed, his tongue diving inside me, fucking me with it, his nose rubbing against my clit. He was nasty with it, spitting on my pussy, sucking on my lips, making obscene sounds that had me dripping even more.
"Dose, fuck," I whimpered, my hips bucking against his face.
He didn't stop. He kept going, his tongue working me over until I was shaking, my thighs trembling around his head.
Then he moved lower. His tongue slid down to my ass, and I gasped, my eyes flying open.
"Wait—"
"Relax," he murmured, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them apart.
His tongue circled my asshole, teasing it, before pushing inside, and I lost my fucking mind.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," I chanted, my hands gripping the couch cushions.
He ate my ass like it was nothing, like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I couldn't do anything but take it, my body trembling with pleasure.
When he finally pulled back, his face was covered in my juices, and he didn't even wipe it off. He just leaned up and kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, and I could taste myself on him.
It was nasty. It was filthy. And I loved every second of it.
"I need to fuck you," he said, his voice strained.
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Condom."
He paused, his brow furrowing. "I get tested every month, Sia. I'm clean."
"I don't care," I said, my voice firm. "Condom."
He stared at me for a long moment, and I could see the question in his eyes. Why? But he didn't ask. He just nodded and stood up, walking over to a drawer and pulling out a box of condoms.
The truth was, I wasn't worried about diseases. I was worried about feelings. Raw sex meant intimacy. It meant connection. It meant letting him all the way in, and I wasn't ready for that. I couldn't afford to catch feelings for Dose. Not when I knew how this would end.
He came back, rolling the condom on, and I watched as his dick sprang free from his sweatpants.
My eyes went wide. His dick was huge. Thick. Long. Easily ten inches, maybe more. The head was fat and glistening with pre-cum even through the latex, and I could see the veins running along the shaft. I'd fucked plenty of niggas in my life—had my share of good dick—but this? This was different. This was monstrous.
"Oh my god," I whispered.
"You good?" he asked, noticing my expression.
"I—" I swallowed hard. "That's not gonna fit."
He chuckled, climbing back onto the couch, positioning himself between my legs. "It'll fit. I'll make it fit."
"Dose, I'm serious. I've never?—"