Before I could get another word out Mikael pulled me by the front of my shirt crashing his lips into mine. Easily he dominated our kiss, his lips controlling our frantic kiss. I didn’t protest when his tongue slipped past my lips into my mouth. I met it eagerly with my own tongue and they twirled together as our kiss got deeper. I didn’t fight Mikael when his hands went under my shirt, then my shorts to grip my bare ass pulling my body into his. I could feel his hard dick pressing into my stomach. Moans feel from my lips the wetter my pussy got. I was so horny right now I wanted nothing more than Mikael to fuck the shit out ofme. I didn’t care we were in the middle of the hallway; I needed that dick.
I stared up at Mikael helplessly when he broke our kiss and looked behind us. “Ion know my nigga it seems like you finna watch ya bitch get fucked.”
Shit!
I had forgotten about Lamelle again. He might have not been my favorite person but making out with another nigga in front of him was disrespectful as fuck.
“You can have the whore,” Lamelle grumbled and I went to turn around to cuss him out, Mikael tighten his hold making it impossible for me to move.
I felt Mikael lean forward pressing my face deep in his chest, followed by a thud, Lamelle letting out a whimper of pain as Mikael said. “Watch ya mutha fuckin’ mouth.” He angrily demanded looking down at Lamelle.
I was assuming because I couldn’t really see Lamelle, but his legs were the only thing in my eyesight.
“Get ya bitch ass on before I do more than slap you.”
“Oh okay. I’m going.” Lamelle nervously said while he skittishly stood to his feet.
I listened as Lamelle’s rapid footsteps got further and further down the hallway.
“You didn’t have to hit him,” I rolled my eyes looking up at Mikael kind of feeling bad for Lamelle. “You called me a bitch two and that’s worse than a whore.”
“The nigga can’t do what I do, and I didn’t call you a bitch.”
“Whatever you say,” I quickly said, not being able to handle staring into Mikael’s eyes. I tried to remove myself from his hold, but he wouldn’t let me go.
“What you doin’?” Mikael asked in a sultry voice. Dipping his head down he kissed me.
“Mikaaael, I’m going in my house.” I whined in between his kisses.
“I’m going too,” He said then he started walking us into my house.
I had no fight in me; my judgment was cloud by my hormones. My pussy was in control of my actions. When I heard my front door shut and Mikael lock the door, I didn’t fight or question him. I was so eager for what was gonna come next.
Mikael ran his tongue across his lips and smirked at me. “Come show me how wet I got that pussy.” He pulled me to him by my shorts. His eye contact never broke as his hands slithered down my shorts. He bit his lips when he his hand found my sopping wet pussy. “Fuck, this pussy wet as fuck. That’s for me?” He huskily asked in my ear, then he used his tongue to trace the outside of me ear as his fingers found my clit.
“Shit,” I moaned, I grabbed the arm of the hand that was fingering me. I had to use it as leverage to be able to stand up.
“Tell me who got this pussy wet like this?” Mikael said before he kissed me. I couldn’t answer him if I was able to. His fingers skillfully teased my pussy. All I could muster up were moans because he had me feeling like I was floating. Mikael pulled back from our heated kiss. “I can’t hear you Zaylee?”
“Youuu dooo Mikael,” I said, throwing my head back and biting my bottom lip. My orgasm was approaching and I was thirsty for it.
“That pussy only get wet like that for me?”
“Yesss baby yesss,” I cried as his fingers rapidly flickered over my clit bring on my orgasm.
My head was in the clouds as my body enjoyed the euphoric feeling of my orgasm pulsating through my body. My hips moved to a beat of their own, using his finger to bring on another intense orgasm.
“Theres only one thing I love more than watchin’ you cum. You know what it is?” Mikael said slowly pulling his hand from my shorts. Nastily he ran his tongue over his drenched fingers, tasting my pussy on his hand.
In a lust filled haze I watched him, thinking he couldn’t make me any hornier than I already was, but he’d proved me wrong. My pussy pulsed as the need to feel his dick inside of me began to form. I didn’t trust myself to talk clearly, so I shook my head as a response instead.
“Seein’ you cum on my dick,” Mikael replied as he unbuckled his belt, then his pants and finally his zipper. I watched in awe as he pulled his dick out and my mouth watered seeing the beautiful masterpiece that was his dick. Dark, thick, crooked, and veiny like I remembered it.
In one swoop Mikael lifted me off the ground my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his waist. I wound my pussy on his hard dick, frustrated that the material of my shorts were blocking me from fully feeling his dick.
“Hold my neck tight real quick," Mikael urgently said and I listened. I held onto him for dear life. His arms left my waist going under me to the seat of my shorts.
I felt his hands moving around and I was confused for a second. Until I heard the sound of my shorts being ripped. I wanted to be made he tore a hole in my clothes, but when his dick slid inside my pussy, I didn’t give a fuck. All I cared about was the amazing feeling of his dick stretching my pussy out.
