“Please don’t stop, please . . .” How could I have forsaken my body for this long? “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it.”
I needed to touch him—to bring him closer to me. I began to rub his head, my feet perched on his shoulders. He kissed my belly and I felt warm all over. I was so wet and it felt so good. He proceeded to taste me, his tongue tossing my love button around in his mouth. “Oh, shit, James! I can’t—I can’t . . .” and I felt something I hadn’t in years.
He took my hand in his and placed it on his stick. “Touch me,” he said. “Touch my cock and squeeze it, baby.”
He placed my hand on his dick and I squeezed the tip, in awe. It was thick and so hard. My pussy throbbed from the thought of being taken by James. My body was ready.
Without a second thought, I took him into my mouth. I was overwhelmed as I began to go up and down the shaft of his stick. I moved to the head of his stick and began sucking harder, letting him grind himself into my mouth.
I needed more. I started to touch myself and grew more aroused as he continued fucking my face.
“I see you need me, baby. You ready?”
“Uh-huh.”
He laid me down and put my legs on his shoulders and entered my center.
“Oooooh . . . James . . .”
“Yeah, Iesha . . . you like that, huh? Damn, you’re tight. You’ve been saving this pussy for me, haven’t you? Damn this virgin pussy, girl . . . so good.”
I winced as he pushed deeper, but as soon as he slid in, every nerve in my body exploded.
“Oh, my God, I’m . . .”
“Yeah, baby, that’s what I’m talking about. Let Daddy have it . . .”
My climax was strong and long. “Ahhhhhh shit! James!!!”
“Oh baby, you know just what to do. Damn, this pussy feels so good.” He pulled himself out of me and knelt in front of me. “Sit up, baby.”
I sat up and instinctively sat Indian-style. I watched in awe as he brought his dick to my face and perched it on the tip of my nose. I smiled at him before opening my mouth as wide as I could so he could push his stick into my mouth.
“Yeah, baby, suck this dick. Go up and down the shaft. Yeah, just like that.”
I glanced up at the first man I’d had in many years. His face was serious, his hips gyrating as I tasted myself on him.
“Oh yeah . . . Oh yeah . . . oh shit . . . ooooohhhhh yeah . . . fuck!”
He pulled his stick out and commanded me. “Get on all fours, baby. I wanna really fuck you; I need to see your ass, boo.”
I turned over onto all fours and before I was ready, he slapped it and immediately pushed his dick inside of me.
“C’mon—raise yo’ ass in the air!” I cried out while raising my ass in the air. “That’s that shit, ma. Yeah!”
He rammed me, harder and deeper with each stroke. I loved the pain of his dick pounding against me, all while he mercilessly slapped my ass.
“Yeah, baby, you’re mine now! Damn, this pussy is good, oh, shit!”
My body started to speak for me, my vagina got wetter and then I realized that I was moving in rhythm with him.
“Oh yeah, baby, that’s what I’m talking about. Make Daddy work for that pussy. I don’t mind a little fight. Work that shit, girl. Show Daddy how that pussy talks.”
Oh, my God—I’m getting that feeling again. He sensed my release and slammed into me harder and deeper.
“I’m ready to explode, baby. Where do you want it?” I turned around, opened my mouth, and let him fill it, his seed squirting into my throat and down the sides of my face. Smiling, I licked my lips and tasted the man who’d verified what my sister had always said: “No matter who you are and what you do, there’s a little bit of a freak in all of us. You just have to let it out!”
Sleigh Ride