Z-Rated (Chocolate Flava 3)

After fifteen minutes, he turned to me and said, “Why don’t you come over here and sit on my face?”

“You want more?” I asked, unable to believe he wasn’t finished.

“I wanna make you feel good,” he said.

“But you have, you have. How long do you think we’ve been in here?” I asked, looking around.

He shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know, but I’m glad I’m here with you.”

“You probably say that to all the ladies when you’re trapped in an elevator together,” I teased.

Flex reached for me and I snuggled up next to him. He started kissing my neck and my earlobes. Before long, I was climbing onto his face. Hell if I know how he was able to balance my body on his face, considering the way I was wiggling my hips as he caressed my breasts. The man was talented.

Despite my constant moving, he was still focused on his target and I couldn’t be happier. His sweet assault against my clit didn’t last long. Unfortunately, orgasm number four wouldn’t wait. When I came with a gut-wrenching scream, I could hardly catch my breath before Flex flipped me over and mounted me from behind.

“Oh, Jesus!”

“He can’t help you right now; this ass is mine,” he said.

I was raw but still enjoying the mixture of bliss and pain. Flex was doing everything right and he wasn’t easing up.

“Damn, you’re so good,” he said.

I couldn’t believe a porn star was calling me good. I was beaming on the inside.

When he hiked up my right leg and started slathering it with hot wet kisses, I didn’t know what to focus on, the pleasure from his lips or what was coming from his hips.

A short while later, we collapsed again and I thought I’d die if he wanted round five.

“How you feel?” Flex asked.

I eased my head up slightly and said, “I’m sore!”

“Here, lemme help you.”

Before I could adjust myself in a good position, he spread my legs and started kissing me tenderly. I couldn’t even complain. He used his tongue to lap my juices like a hungry puppy.

He was the most incredible lover I’d ever experienced.

When the elevator jerked hard, my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach. I thought it was the delayed reaction from having more orgasms in a span of several hours than I had experienced in nearly all of my adult sex life.

“Oh, looks like we’re finally moving again,” he said.

The lights came on and I sat, stunned.

Flex stood in all his naked glory, his ripped chest heaving as he held on to the side wall. His massive dick was still wet. I must admit, it looked delicious and inviting. He slipped on the silk pajama bottoms he had been wearing.

I scrambled to throw on my clothes as the elevator took off.

When it stopped on the twelfth floor and the doors eased open, I looked at Flex. He smiled and shrugged a shoulder.

A small crowd was standing outside the elevator.

“Are you guys okay?”

A short, chubby man wearing a suit pushed through the crowd. “Flex! Flex! We’ve been worried sick!”

“What time is it?” Flex asked.