Page 33 of R&B Mixtape

Her lips had moved from mine to my neck and the feeling I had within was giving me high vibes. I didn’t want to take control because of the way I was in the bedroom as a dominant man. This was all her… for now.

“Make me yours.”

She flipped the script on me and gave me the ball back. I stood causing her to wrap her legs around my waist. Her kisses didn’t stop as I carried her to the bedroom. She felt good in my arms, and I hated to break the connection but the one we were about to make was greater than the one we held as of now.

Placing her on her feet, I started to remove the clothing that was holding her hostage. With each removal, I was loosening the restraint I had to not devour this woman whole. From her head to her toes, I found every piece of her alluring. Charmaine’s natural beauty enhanced everything on her to the point that I was questioning whether this was a surreal moment.

Once she was stripped, she did the same for me. However, her mouth found interest in my shaft and was filled with the length of it instead. The way my shit glided across her tongue and eased in and out of her throat with ease had me at a standstill. Moving wasn’t an option due to how well she took me. I wasn’t nowhere near close to being a small nigga so the fact that she could guide me in and out her jaws without gagging was a miraculous achievement and that pulled me in her direction more and more.

My hand gripped her bun as she looked up giving me eye contact as my dick knocked against her tonsils. She was so damn pretty, and this sight was one I would always remember. The small freckles that set under her eyes were noticed more now that I had a better angle along with her beauty marks that sat underneath her brows. She housed one under each one. Her features and her freaky ways were driving a nigga crazy.

Biting my lip, I could feel myself getting closer to my climax. If she swallowed my kids, I knew something. She didn’t fight me as I took control and punished her throat. I beat her shit like I was inside them guts and didn’t stop until my warm fluids were drizzling down her throat walls. She never removed me, and she didn’t complain when she stood and wiped her mouth. That was a sealed deal for me. She had me.

Without saying a word, she crawled on the bed and spread her legs giving me a view of a freshly waxed box with a happy trail above it. The leakage she had was what caught my attention more than anything. It turned me on the way she leaked off giving me head. She was wet and ready for whatever. I followed suit and assumed the position diving headfirst between her thighs.

Sweet like nectar was how she tasted and the smell of her was hypnotizing. Swiping my tongue across her folds was something I hadn’t planned on doing when I woke up this morning butbecause of the turn of events, I was able to receive a treat that came in one hell of a package.

Charmaine was appetizing and delicate. The more I flicked the more she jerked. I wasn’t applying much pressure to her pearl at all, but it was clear that all she needed was light attention to cum. She was sensitive so the more I licked the more she blessed me with the fluids of her canal. Her shit leaked like a faucet and that alone is what put her first in my book. I wanted this on a regular.

“You’re delicious, Charmaine.”

I spoke against her pearl followed by a soft blow before I attacked it once more. I inserted two fingers and massaged her walls causing her to buck at my face. It was going to be fun laying pipe down. She couldn’t handle oral, so I knew the intercourse was going to take her on a ride.

Gripping my head, she rode my face as she creamed against my flesh. I couldn’t help but feel like I was doing the damn thing. Her reaction to me and how I pleased her was boosting the hell out of my ego.

As I stood, I grabbed one of her ankles and flipped her over on her stomach. Without hesitation, she tooted her ass in the air and the view was too damn nice to ignore. Where I wanted to get my dick wet, I put on hold briefly. I gave her pussy attention, but I was a nasty nigga when I wanted to be, and her ass was speaking to a nigga.

The fact that I knew nothing about her didn’t stop me from devouring her shit. I gave the same amount of time to her ass as I did her pussy. Her moans were louder than before, and I was having the time of my life exploring her body. Her leakage didn’t stop either. It dripped starting a puddle of its own on the sheets. I spit on her hole then inserted a thumb.

“Oh my God!”

“He not the one fuckin’ you beautiful.”

I was a possessive man and while she was in my possession, I preferred hearing her scream for me and not him. My name sounded like royalty rolling off her tongue.

I couldn’t hold out anymore, so I slowly worked my way inside of her without causing any pain. Slow and steady strokes were applied as my veins rubbed against her wet and creamy coated walls. Being in Charmaine was snugged and warm. I called it before I got inside that she housed an addictive substance and now that I was experiencing it, I knew that I couldn’t let her leave with ease. This was only the beginning for us, and I felt like she knew that as well the way she allowed me to enter without wrapping up.

This was something I didn’t do at all but with Charmaine, I couldn’t resist. I knew what could possibly happen, but I was willing to take that risk to get more of her. Women weren’t the only ones that trapped people. Not saying that was how far I was willing to go but damn the thought was running a mile a minute.

Smacking her cheeks, I let that gentle shit go and allowed the dog to come out completely. Her bun was grabbed bringing her body into mine. Once she was in close range, my hand was around her neck. She felt so damn good against my dick that this was a feeling I wasn’t going to detach from so easily. Whether I was hard as a brick or soft as cotton, I wanted to house myself within her walls.

“Damn. How big are youuuu?”

“You taking it like a good girl so shut up about it.”

Letting her go, she fell face forward into the sheets with me still delivering strokes that couldn’t be duplicated. It was one thing receive me, but to receive me and not run was another ball game and one Charmaine was skilled in. I was deep and she hadn’t put her hand back to push me away not once. I was eager to see the faces she made while I gave her every inch, so I pulled out and flipped her back over.

“You so damn pretty man.”

“Save the compliments until we’re done. Finish fuckin’ me, Naeem.”

She didn’t have to ask because I was going to do that anyway. Crawling on the bed, I hovered over her body and retreated back to the place that was warm and satisfying. Sliding in and out of her was more than enough for me. This woman had something that was worth bottling up and selling. She knew what she was giving me, and she gave no warning.

My face was cradled against her neck as she had her legs wrapped around my waist. Her fingernails did subtle damage as she scratched my back up every time I stroked forward. I felt like I was melting in this woman from how creamy she was and how much she was coating me with it. This was where I wanted to be from today on forward.

Another kiss was shared which switched the vibe from us just fuckin’ to passionate and loving. Somewhere along the line, she was able to make me want to know her for more than just sex. I could see me coming home to her and going to sleep as well as wakening up inside of her. It was me realizing that she could potentially be the one. Her sex had changed us as a whole.

Her moans were elevated in tone once more and the tightness of her walls began to choke me out. She was approaching another orgasm and I was right behind her with another release of my own. We rode the same wave and climaxed together making the moment memorable and beautiful. She didn’t have to unleash such a powerful force onto me. I could’ve went maneuvering through life without it but now that I had it, it was a must to have it on a regular.