Page 64 of All She Ever Wanted Was a Real One
Oak suckled the top of my clit before flattening his tongue against it and lapping in slow circles.
I shuddered. “Fuckkkkkkkk, it’s gonna drip all over your fuckin’ lips.”
My legs opened and closed like automatic doors as I bucked against his beard. I was almost overwhelmed by so much pleasure. I gripped his skull as I wound my hips in a figure eight motion, feeling my climax closing in.
Just before the levee broke and I flooded his face, Oak flipped me onto my back so that I was parallel with the couch. His lips selfishly left my pussy to kiss the birthmark on my inner thigh.
“Your body is so fuckin’ beautiful. I could kiss you everywhere,” he proclaimed while peppering a trail of kisses from my sensitive inner thighs back to my sweet spot.
Oak buried his tongue inside me while pinching the top of my pussy lips together as he slurped.
“Ooh, yes.”
I seductively bit my finger as I looked down at him and squeezed my nipples as I moaned.
He made out with my clit, slurping on my pussy like an Icee from the 7-Eleven. “You taste so fuckin’ good.”
Oak flashed his brown orbs up at me. The look in his eyes as he suckled on my clit was like heneededme to cum—like he was willing me to do it. My back arched off the couch as I palmed the top of his coils, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My body shook with force as Oak finger fucked and licked my clit at the same rapid pace.
“Shiiiiiiiittttttt,” I squealed, pussy wetter than a waterfall.
I’d never cum so hard in my life, but then again, Oak always managed to outdo himself.
“Fucking taste it. I want you to fucking taste it,” he commanded before grabbing my face and slipping his tongue inside my mouth.
Our tongues swirled as he locked one of my hardened nipples between his thumb and index finger. He pinched it just enough to make me squirm.
I moaned. “Mmm.”
“You’re mine now.”
He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his tatted chest. Then off went his pants and boxer briefs. With onehand, he pulled me onto his lap. I sucked in air through my teeth as I eased on top of him, feeling him spread me wide.
“Mmm, shit.”
I planted my hands on his firm chest as I popped my ass in and out, bouncing against him. Oak smacked my ass with the tips of his fingers. It stung a little bit, but I didn’t mind. It only made me bounce and buck against him harder like a raging bull. Soon enough, the apartment was filled with the sounds of my moans and the smacking of my ass against his bare, chocolate thighs.
He bit down on his bottom lip, seemingly mesmerized by my breasts bouncing in his face as I rode him. His hand slipped up to my throat, forcing me to look him in his eyes as I rolled my hips.
“Mmm, fuck. That’s it. Ride that shit like you own it.”
Oak held me under my breasts, sliding me up and down his pole as if I worked at a fire station. After a few more strokes, he pulled me closer and took control, thrusting upward into me while massaging my ass and fingering my asshole.
“Oooh shit,” I hissed, gripping the back of the couch.
My chin tilted toward the ceiling once more as I purred. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” I screamed.
As soon as I did, I eased off him and dropped between his thighs to lick my juices off the tip of his dick and then suck him until my jaws locked up. Oak forcefully palmed the back of my head while holding the base of his dick and pushing himself deeper down my throat, cutting off my air supply.
“Shit, I fuckin’ love you,” he groaned.
I gurgled as I sucked the tip of his dick while twisting my wrist around the veiny shaft. I flattened my tongue and outstretched it as far as it could go, tapping the head of his dick against it while jerking him off with both hands. I enjoyed watching the pleasure across his face as his dark chocolate bodytensed, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to feel him inside me again.
Oak slowly slipped his dick from my grasp as if he could read my thoughts. He pulled me to a standing position before bending me over the couch and fucking me from behind.
He hooked his hand around my throat, and I arched my back, stabilizing myself as I took every inch he had to offer. He gripped a ponytail full of my hair and locked his hand around my waist, drilling into me as I moaned his name like a broken record.
I looked back at him with my mouth gaping open. The look on his face told me he was nearing his peak. I dug my nails into his forearm, signaling him to look at me.
