I rolled my hips slow, sittin’ deeper on him on purpose, watchin’ his face.
“Yeah?” I murmured. “You like how this pussy feel on you, baby?”
That made his grip tighten. “Ain’t no better feelin’ than this right here, baby.”
I could see it on him, the way his chest was risin’, like he was tryna hold it together, and I wasn’t even surprised ’cause I already knew what I was workin’ with.
Some bitches be thinkin’ that shit cute, makin’ a nigga cum too quick but a bitch like me… I needed stamina. I needed a nigga that could stay with me, not tap out when it got real. So I slowed it down just enough to let Couture breathe, then rolled my hips on his dick, feelin’ him deeper.
When I started movin’ again, I took my time, ridin’ him slow and deep. Every movement had me sinkin’ lower, grindin’ on him and feelin’ every inch of his dick while I tried to keep my own composure, ’cause he felt good as hell.
His hands came back to life, grippin’ and smackin’ my ass, helpin’ me move and meetin’ my rhythm.
I looked down at him with my brows pulled together, my hips still movin’ slow on him. “You want it to be yours?”
His hands tightened on me instantly.
Before I could even say anything else, he gripped my hips harder and pushed up into me, drivin’ his dick deeper inside of me while he rolled his hips up slow, grindin’ into me.
“Fuck—” I let out, my body shiftin’ with it.
He did it again, draggin’ up into me real slow, wet and nasty, pressin’ his pelvis into me. That soft, wet sound started buildin’ between us, my pussy squishin’ around him every time he pushed up.
“Shit…” I breathed, my mouth partin’ while my hips started movin’ with his.
His hand slid up my body, comin’ around my neck, holdin’ me while he kept that same pace.
“This pussy already mine,” he replied low.
I lifted up off him and switched my position, plantin’ my feet on either side of his hips while my hands pressed into his chest. From there, I started liftin’ up and droppin’ down on him slow, squeezin’ his dick with my pussy every time I took him back in.
My titties bounced and jiggled with every move, while I kept liftin’ up and droppin’ down on him, takin’ him in deep every time I sat back on his dick.
“Sha’Nelle…” he moaned, his voice heavier now as his hands slid up my thighs, squeezin’ into my skin.
“I know baby… I know,” I breathed hard as I dropped down harder this time, then grindin’ slow.
The sounds comin’ from us was wild. My pussy was so wet it made every stroke louder, thicker and nastier. I could see the lust all over his face the way he was lookin’ down, watchin’ his dick slide in and out of me while my cum coated it.
His hands came back to my ass, squeezin’ it tight before he paused, his body tensin’ up like he was right there.
“Don’t cum yet,” I moaned, still movin’ on him. “Stay with me, baby. Let me bus’ all over this dick one good time.”
“Man…” he exhaled. “You tryna take me out.”
I felt my orgasm buildin’ in me fast, but I wasn’t stoppin’.
“Couture… I’m about to cum,” I warned him, my voice shaky now.
“Then let it go,” he moaned, his hands firm on me again, pullin’ me down on him and fuckin’ me harder.
I pressed down on him harder too, draggin’ him through my pussy deep, then faster when that feelin’ started rushin’ up on me.
The second that nut hit, my whole body reacted.
“Fuck!” I cried, my voice breakin’ as it took over me, my pussy clenched down tight, pulsin’ and squeezin’ around his dick.
“Oh my fuckin’ God, woman,” he muttered.
