Page 21 of Memoir of a Heaux
“You know what you doing?” He asked me.
I clenched my walls around him, and it made him throw his head back.
“I think I got it,” I confirmed.
I rode him slowly, adjusting to his size at first, then I bounced on his dick. I had both my feet on either side of him, and I was holding the back of his neck. His dick was hitting all the right places.
I thought he was just going to let me ride him, but he surprised me with the first thrust that made me choke back my moan. He had his hand underneath one of my thighs, holding me in place while he fucked me from underneath me.
“Gah damn!” I groaned, my mouth open.
“This shit is so good.” He panted as he fucked me hard.
I could feel the knotting of my stomach. I could feel every time he slid out and back into me again, that I was on the verge of cumming.
Then he put his other arm underneath my other thigh and grabbed me by both my wrists. He lifted me and broughtme back down on his dick. My body trembled every time he slammed me.
“Damn!”
“Take that dick, baby.” He gritted.
“I can’t,” I whined. The pressure was crazy. That position made his dick feel twice the size.
“You running?” He asked.
“Mmhmm,” I admitted. I wasn’t against bowing out gracefully.
He let my shaking legs down and held me as he massaged my ass for a minute. I could feel his dick twitching inside of me before he stood and put me back on the shower floor.
“Turn around.”
I didn’t say anything, just turned around and held on to the seat while he reentered me.
He fucked me slowly.
“You gone cum for me?” His hands roamed my body. From my ass to lightly scratching my back and stomach, rolling my nipples, and running his fingers through my hair. It was like the most erotic massage ever.
“Yes!” My voice croaked.
“You ready, baby?” He asked.
“Yes!”
He sped up, grabbed one of my arms, and pulled it behind my back.
“Give it to me.”
He stroked me long and deep.
“Shit! I’m cumming…” I whined.
“I know, I can feel it. You done?” He groaned in the sexiest voice. And if I were done, I wouldn’t be. Instead, I just moaned as my entire body quaked.
He came right behind me.
“Fuck!” He said as he held on to my waist a little tighter and came into the condom.
Then he pulled out and sat me across his lap and wrapped his arms around my body. It was him and these damn muscles, and it was something about being embraced by them that made me comfortable.
