Going over to the tent’s opening, I closed the flap. That was to let them know not to enter this muthafucka. When I turned around, Tink had removed her dress and was lying on the blanket in only her white thong. I almost dislocated my shoulder again trying to take my shirt off. Once I was down to my boxers, I joined her on the blanket, lying on my back and bringing her body onto mine. I still couldn’t put much pressure on my shoulder, but that didn’t stop shit. I was still going to fuck my girl throughout this tent like she wanted me to.
Slap!
“Come put that pussy on my face and hurry up so you can suck this dick,” I huffed.
I watched as she slid out of her thong and stood over my face backwards.
“Why don’t I do both,” she voiced as she lowered herself onto my face while she leaned over and fished my dick out my shorts. My shit already felt like it was about to burst, so when she licked the tip, I dug my fingers into the flesh of her thick thighs.
With a mouth full of pussy, I enjoyed the taste of Tink’s juices running over my face and beard. I basked in the feeling she was giving me as my dick touched the back of her throat. I felt her saliva sliding down the shaft of my dick, and that made me try to suck her pussy off the bone. The shit was feeling so good, I ventured to her ass and swirled my tongue around that muthafucka too.
“Oh, shit!” Tink yelped.
“Aye, get that dick back in your mouth,” I demanded before getting back to the task at hand.
Tink started humping my face, so I knew she was about to cum. Being the nasty nigga she brought out of me, I stuck my thumb in her butt as I fucked her with my tongue, catching everything that she let loose.
“Baby…” she whined as she covered my face with her juices. I didn’t stop until I knew she was done, before gently pushing her off of me and onto her stomach.
I admired her sweat tinted skin as I pushed my shorts and boxers the rest of the way off. I got on my knees and pulled Tink closer to me so she would have a slight arch in her back. I admired the roundness of her ass before I slid into my favorite place.
“Ughn.”
“Shit,” we moaned in unison.
Once I was fully inside of her, I gripped her hips and stroked her slowly at first, just so I could watch her unravel.
“Baby,” she whimpered.
“Wassup, mama?” I answered.
“Fu-fuck me… please,” she begged.
“You sure about that, Tink?” I taunted as I gripped her hips tighter.
“Yes!” She cried out.
“Bet,” was all I said before I gave her all the dick she asked for. By the time I was done with her, the night air had turned cool and so had our food. I didn’t care about none of that shit because as soon as we got back to the room, I was going to be all up in her shit again. We had four more days here, and I planned on making the best of every last one of them.
***
This was our third day here, and we decided to stay in today since Tink wasn’t feeling too good. After dinner last night, she got sick, and I immediately went to the chef I hired and asked him what the fuck he did to her. She assured me it was probably nothing, and that was the only thing that saved his ass. I since requested another chef, and we were now lounging out on the terrace, watching the waves crash against the beach sand.
“How you feeling?” I asked.
She was lying between my legs with her head resting on my stomach, with my sore arm draped across her breasts, and my good arm tucked behind my head.
“I feel better. I think I’ll stay away from seafood while we’re here, even though I wanted to try that lobster stuffed salmon,” she pouted.
“I’ll see if I can get somebody to make that shit when we get back home,” I stated. “Speaking of home. Why don’t you move inwith me?” I’ve been thinking about that shit since I realized my feelings for her, but I didn’t want to rush it.
Tink turned around to where she was looking at me with an unreadable expression on her face.
“You want me to move in with you?” She repeated.
“I do.” I nodded. “You’re always there anyway if I’m not over at your place. Shit, we might as well cut the bills down,” I laughed.
She was still staring at me but not saying something.
