Caramel Flava
“Oooooooh! Daaamn…oh shit, Kibryia! Oh my God, man!”
“Damn, your pussy is tight. What are you doing fucking with that little-dick man? You know that you need to be filled to the point of overflowing. You know that you need a man that can stand up in it.” Tiara could barely breathe; she gasped for air as she pushed at Kibryia. “Relax, Tiara, because you are taking this entire dick, tonight. I am going to fuck you like Tyree can’t and then send you home to him ruined. Once you adjust to me I am going to lay you down and remind you why you will always make time to see me. I am going to make love to your entire body all night.”
“I love the way you love me, Kibryia.”
“And I do love loving you.”
“Kibryia…you are just much too much for me tonight.”
“I’ve got something that will help with that. Come with me. Here, stand in the doorway and hold on tight.”
Tiara did as she was instructed. She closed her eyes and waited for Kibryia to work his massive dick into her sore pussy again.
Kibryia slathered his penis with a warming lubricant, stood behind Tiara, and whispered into her ear, “Are you ready for me?”
The question was completely rhetorical because before he even finished asking, he was pressing his penis head past her pussy lips. She was able to take the full length of him in just two strokes. She gasped in delight, arched her back, and bounced back against him. Stroke by stroke her body adjusted to his girth. After about a half an hour her pussy got accustomed to his dick. Once the feeling changed from a tight grip to a snug fit Kibryia carried Tiara to the bed. The different
positions of lovemaking that they shared can be described only as manic Kama Sutra. Tiara came over and over again, her orgasms stronger, more powerful, and more sensational with Kibryia than with any other lover that she had ever had. They switched back and forth from oral to vaginal sex, prolonging their inevitable conclusion.
“I love you, Kibryia, I love you so much,” Tiara hollered out helplessly as her cum exploded from her body yet again.
“I love you, too, Tiara,” Kibryia responded breathlessly, “my naughty little minx.”
They basked in all of the delights of their sexual enchantment; lavishing in the thrills that they gave each other. It was more than just a hair-pulling, ass-slapping, back-scratching romp. They truly made love to each other, taking their time to fully experience all that the other had to offer: every touch, every kiss, every lick, and every stroke was unhurried. They looked into each other’s eyes to make sure that what was needed was given. Only with each other did they surrender emotional control. They gave in to more than just the moment, they shared devotion, desire, and ecstasy. They were wrapped in a vortex of passion ending in sensual rapture. They lay in each other’s arms spent, breathless, lethargic, but more than that, euphoric.
“He can’t have you,” Kybryia stated as he pulled Tiara closer, tightening his grip on her. “I am not letting you go.”
“Stop playing, you know that you can’t keep me.”
“I am here to stay, Tiara, and I don’t like sharing…I won’t share!”
“You have got to be kidding!”
“No, not at all…stay, Tiara. Stay with me tonight.”
“I can’t, love.”
“You can’t, or you won’t?”
“I know that you are not serious, KB…”
“What if I am?”
“You’re putting me in a precarious position.”
“You are not leaving tonight, Tiara. It’s not a request.”
“Let me make a phone call.”
“No.” Kybryia kissed the top of Tiara’s head. “No calls, sweetheart. I’m not going to let you go anywhere. The house is locked, your cell phone has been confiscated, and the house phone won’t be connected until Thursday.”
“Damn.”
“Remember that you said the hard way, Boo.”
“So you decided to take me hostage?”
“Yes.”