Page 64 of Terms of the Flight

I was nose deep in this pussy, and I had no plans of coming out anytime soon.

I had my bedroom memorized, so I didn’t need to be able to see to walk towards my platform in the center of the room. The moment I made it to the edge, I lifted her from my shoulders andlaid her on the bed. I reached out and gripped both sides of her lace panties, dragging them over her hips, down her thighs, and past those pretty-ass toes.

I brought her soaked panties to my nose and inhaled, groaning, before slipping them into my khaki pocket. Her stare was dripping with lust, and I’m sure mine matched the same energy.

I unbuttoned, unzipped, then lowered my pants with briefs in one motion. My dick sprang free, begging for his turn to worship every hole she was willing to offer. I gripped my shit and stroked it once. She wagged her finger for me to come closer. I didn’t question it as I moved into her grip. She didn’t waste a single second before practically swallowing my shit whole.

I wanted to pull out of the warm confines of her mouth, but her freaked out ass held the backs of my thighs so I couldn’t move, while continuing to suck my shit with no hands, allowing me to slide down her throat over and over, hitting the back. But she just kept going. It was clear she didn’t have a gag reflex.

“Enough, Doll,” I groaned.

But she picked up the speed, flattened her tongue, and sucked me in deeper, if that was a thing. My vision was blurring. I needed to get my dick out of her mouth. I gripped her jaw lightly as her mischievous grin slipped through. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Is that what you want, Doll? Shit, well, it’s coming,” I groaned, cumming down her throat.

She swallowed every drop, then pulled back. My dick slipped from her tongue with remnants of my cum on the tip.

“I’m on yo’ ass.”

She giggled and flipped over, tooting her ass up. I slapped her ass, causing it to jiggle and her to moan. I should have known she would like that kind of shit.

I leaned forward and tongued her second set of lips.

“Doll, you know how pretty this pussy is. Damn, I could eat on this muthafucka’ all night. But we got some straightening out to do. Don’t you agree?”

I gripped my dick, rubbing the head up and down through her soaked lips but not sinking in just yet. My dick hardened again immediately. I pressed my tip against her entrance just a bit to peek in and slipped back out.

Her frustrated moans continued as I continued to feed her pussy just the tip, then pull it back.

Khaleya glanced over her shoulder with a frustrated frown, pushing her ass back against me, hoping to get every inch with her movements.

“You want me to dig this pussy out, Doll?” I asked, then leaned forward to place a kiss against her pussy lips.

“Please, you want me to beg, well I’m begging, Big. Fuck me?—”

The last of it didn’t get fully out of her mouth before I slammed into her, stealing her breath. I pulled back and slammed into her again, before smoothing out my strokes. Her ass slamming back against me as I sped up my strokes was causing my shit to harden even more.

I lifted one leg on the side of her and continued to slam into her before slowing it down, pulling out her every orgasm. I pulled all the way out, grabbed her ankle, and flipped her onto her back, before lifting her into my arms, then sliding back in.

I made sure my arms slipped beneath her thighs as I drove into her over and over. Her sweet moans, the nips of her teeth against my shoulder as she tried to contain her screams, only pushed me to go harder.

I was in this pussy like I was running a marathon, but I didn’t mind finishing last. My Doll was the star of this race. I was just happy to be a participant. When she crossed that finish line, I’d be celebrating right along with her.

“I need you to soak this muthafucka. Can you do that, Doll?” I groaned in her ear.

She nodded enthusiastically.

“What did I say about using your words? You’re a big girl, right?” I asked.

“Yes, Big, yes,” she screamed out as I picked up my pace, slamming into her over and over until she did just as I’d told her.

She soaked this muthafucka.

welcome to tuscany

It had been a few weeks since Khaleya and I had made it official. The only thing that concerned me was we had yet to talk more about the grant money. It was like she felt picking me was the end of everything else I agreed on. I didn’t see it that way.

But I also didn’t want to overstep how she wanted to get her money for her business. I knew what it was like and how important it was to get it honestly. I couldn’t knock her for that.