Page 65 of D’Vaughn and Kris Plan a Wedding

The moment our lips met I opened for her, welcoming her probing tongue as if it had always been a part of me. She moaned, and an answering groan from me met her through the seams of our hungry kiss. My brain once again cried for moremoremore and I was helpless but to deliver. Reaching down, I tapped her thigh, waiting for her to lower it to the bed before I rolled us until I was on my back. The delicious feel of her weight on me made me sit up, wrapping my arms around her waist as she rocked against me.

She needed it too.

I could tell by how her hips searched for pressure, friction. Gripping her thighs, I maneuvered us until she was almost sideways across my lap. It didn’t take her long to figure out what I was trying to do. When I spread my legs, she slid a knee between them, settling her pussy right above mine, and when she ground down, a guttural sound fell from my lips. D’Vaughn bent her neck, parting her lips to catch it, swallowing the sounds she elicited from me even as she worked her hips to bring forth more.

“Baby,” I moaned, running my hands up and down her back. I didn’t know what I wanted to say but whispering her name like a prayer seemed like a good start.

Breaking our kiss, she shook her head and latched onto my neck. “Uh uhn.”

“Te sientes tan bien, cariño.”

“Mmhm.” She hummed the satisfied sound in the back of her throat as she licked across my collarbone and sank her teeth into the taut flesh of my jaw, pulling a sharp cry from me.

I was a mess. The usually reserved and sometimes shy D’Vaughn that I had gotten used to had disappeared and left this vixen in her wake. I’d gone into this thinking I would have to constantly coax her into telling me what she wanted, and instead was having my mind blown. Between her steadily rocking hips, her lips on my neck, and her fingers alternating between plucking and twisting my nipples, I was on sensory overload.

But then she kicked it up a notch.

With one hand, she grabbed the back of my neck, sinking her fingers into the locs at my nape as she curled her other hand over my right titty. She tilted my head forward and tugged my hair until I opened my eyes. The fire in her eyes was so intense, it was almost like looking at another person. Unbidden, a whimper fell from my lips before I could even think to suppress it.

“I want to watch you cum.”

Then she dropped a kiss onto my parted lips before pulling back to watch my face intently as she ground against me. My brows knitted as I felt heat start a determined path up my toes heading straight for my core. She went from massaging my breast to pinching my nipple and the painpleasurepain was an unexpected jumpstart to my already building climax. I bucked against her and sucked my lips into my mouth, trying to drop my head back but unable to due to the grip she had on my neck.

“Don’t you fucking dare hold out on me,” she gritted, a line of sweat appearing along her top lip. “If I make you cum, I deserve to hear every single sound you make.”

Lids low, face scrunched, I splayed my hands across her back and stared directly into her eyes as my orgasm washed over me, bringing with it unintelligible grunts and odd Spanglish that I wouldn’t have been able to decipher if my life depended on it.

Releasing my nipple, she wrapped both arms around my neck and I met her midway as she surged toward me, our lips crashing into each other once more as she seized in my lap, her own release taking over. This kiss was less coordinated and more frenzied than any we’d shared previously as we rode out our tandem releases. As we came down, the kiss became less frantic and I laid us on our sides, pulling D’Vaughn’s thigh over my hip and holding it there with a firm grip as we breathed each other’s air while our heart rates slowed to a normal pace.

As I roved her face, a thought occurred to me. In hindsight, I should’ve known that D’Vaughn was with the shits when she said she wanted to fuck me. It didn’t click for me then, but she’d let me know exactly how this was going to go down. Suddenly, she gasped, pushing up on one arm and staring down at me.

“What is it?”

“The camera! We didn’t turn it off!”

My eyes widened as I realized that she was right, but then I burst into laughter.

“Well, there ain’t shit we can do about it now.” The way the cameras were configured, we couldn’t even review the videos, let alone delete anything.

D’Vaughn shook her head, her lips curling up into a sexy smirk. “Go turn it off. They don’t need to hear what I’m about to do to you next.”

Jitter Cam 08-Kris

I should’ve known you would ask about the sex. Can I say ‘no comment’? Fine. All I’ll say about it is that it happened and it was amazing.

You have the fucking audio so that’s all you’re getting out of me.

But uh...I also want to tell you that seeing D’Vaughn in that dress didn’t have anything to do with it, but that’d be a lie. I know it’s not the one she’ll be wearing if we make it to the end, since it has to be a custom dress, but damn. She looked so fucking breathtaking in that gown.

Which reminds me. I don’t know why Tanisha popped up all of a sudden, but I don’t like it. She’s wanted D’Vaughn from the get-go and I know D’Vaughn was interested in her at first too. I don’t want her to fuck anything up, ya know? I mean, yeah, I want to make it to the end, but I’m also invested in seeing where this thing can go between me and D’Vaughn.

The only positive from this is that her presence is just radicalizing D’Vaughn’s family. She said they were up in arms, calling Tanisha disrespectful and shit like that. That’s great. Them being defensive on our behalf means that they’re in our corner and they’re rooting for us to win. And if they’re rooting for us, then we’re doing a good job.

We’re taking this thing day by day, week by week, so that’s all I can ask for right now. And now, we’ll see what next week holds.

Week Four

D’Vaughn & Kris,