since I met you. Don’t get quiet now. I want you to talk to me while I’m inside you.”
“Rell…” I moaned, trying to get up.
I was scared as hell. Getting head and making me cum was one thing. What I was feeling for him right now was on a whole other level. I was scared of the dick.
“Unh unh,” he said, sitting me back down on his lap. “This what you been wanting, right?” he asked, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. “Take what you want,” he continued.
Slowly, I opened his boxers with one hand and pulled his dick out with the other. As soon as my hand touched it, he moaned deep in his throat. Pushing my hand away, he lifted me up and slid deep inside me.
“Aaah,” I moaned as he whispered, “Shit.”
I gripped the top of the bench behind his head as I made my way down his shaft.
“Don’t move,” he commanded.
“Rell…” I whined. I needed to feel him moving inside of me.
He grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. “Fuck me,” he whispered before sticking his tongue in my ear.
“Shhh… shit, Rell,” I moaned, feeling my orgasm build already.
Sliding a little down the bench, he rested his head against the back and stared up into my eyes as I began to ride him nice and slow. My hands on his chest – his on my hips. My pussy was burning up as it drenched his dick. I flung my head back as my lips and legs began to shake.
“Ride that dick, baby,” he said huskily.
I moaned as he began to match my thrusts and play with my nipples. “Ohhhh, Rellllll…” I cried out as I came.
He slapped my ass and massaged my clit, making me cum even longer and harder.
“Mmmm fuck,” he moaned, grabbing my waist. Standing up, he sat me on the bench and pushed my legs back before entering me so deep he took my breath.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my back arched as he moaned again.
“Got damn, Alayziah. You so wet, baby. I love the way you nutting on my dick. Cum all on my dick, baby.”
Gripping my hair and pulling, I surrendered to another orgasm as my legs began to shake.
“Rell… you keep hitting my spot,” I whimpered, trying to close my legs. “Why you keep hitting my spot?” I opened my legs wider.
“Cause I’m the King,” he said, pulling out of me completely before ramming himself back in slow and deep.
“Ohhh… fuck, Rell. You the King, baby! You the King! You the King!”
Rell
I handed her one of my t-shirts to put on. We’d made it back to my place and showered. Now it was time for part two of our date. Grabbing her hand, I led her into my den. I had about ten cans of spray paint lined against the wall.
“What’s this?” she asked as I handed her a can.
“I want to do some graffiti on the wall. I want you to help me.”
“That’s dope as fuck, Rell.”
“Alayziah…”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
I shook my head and slapped her on her ass as I picked up another can of spray paint. We were halfway into the mural, conversing and enjoying each other’s company when her phone rang.
“You not gone answer that?” I asked her.
“Really, I don’t want to. Somebody has been playing on my phone all night.”
“You want me to answer it?” I asked, walking towards her phone.
“Ion care.”
I went to her phone and the nigga Jabari’s name was flashing across the screen. “It’s Jabari.”
“What he want? Answer it,” she said, returning her attention to the wall.
I smiled at her. I was glad she trusted a nigga to answer her phone. It let me know she ain’t have shit to hide.
“Hello?”
“Um… may I speak with Alayziah?”
“She’s kind of busy right now. Is it important?”
“Yeah, tell her it’s about Jess.”
I heard the nervousness in his voice so I took Al the phone.
“Hello?” she said, handing me the spray paint.
“Hey… I’m sorry to bother you but it’s Jess.”
“What’s wrong with her, Bari?” Her brows wrinkled in concern.
“I don’t know. She came home crying, locked herself in
“Rell…” I moaned, trying to get up.
I was scared as hell. Getting head and making me cum was one thing. What I was feeling for him right now was on a whole other level. I was scared of the dick.
“Unh unh,” he said, sitting me back down on his lap. “This what you been wanting, right?” he asked, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. “Take what you want,” he continued.
Slowly, I opened his boxers with one hand and pulled his dick out with the other. As soon as my hand touched it, he moaned deep in his throat. Pushing my hand away, he lifted me up and slid deep inside me.
“Aaah,” I moaned as he whispered, “Shit.”
I gripped the top of the bench behind his head as I made my way down his shaft.
“Don’t move,” he commanded.
“Rell…” I whined. I needed to feel him moving inside of me.
He grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. “Fuck me,” he whispered before sticking his tongue in my ear.
“Shhh… shit, Rell,” I moaned, feeling my orgasm build already.
Sliding a little down the bench, he rested his head against the back and stared up into my eyes as I began to ride him nice and slow. My hands on his chest – his on my hips. My pussy was burning up as it drenched his dick. I flung my head back as my lips and legs began to shake.
“Ride that dick, baby,” he said huskily.
I moaned as he began to match my thrusts and play with my nipples. “Ohhhh, Rellllll…” I cried out as I came.
He slapped my ass and massaged my clit, making me cum even longer and harder.
“Mmmm fuck,” he moaned, grabbing my waist. Standing up, he sat me on the bench and pushed my legs back before entering me so deep he took my breath.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my back arched as he moaned again.
“Got damn, Alayziah. You so wet, baby. I love the way you nutting on my dick. Cum all on my dick, baby.”
Gripping my hair and pulling, I surrendered to another orgasm as my legs began to shake.
“Rell… you keep hitting my spot,” I whimpered, trying to close my legs. “Why you keep hitting my spot?” I opened my legs wider.
“Cause I’m the King,” he said, pulling out of me completely before ramming himself back in slow and deep.
“Ohhh… fuck, Rell. You the King, baby! You the King! You the King!”
Rell
I handed her one of my t-shirts to put on. We’d made it back to my place and showered. Now it was time for part two of our date. Grabbing her hand, I led her into my den. I had about ten cans of spray paint lined against the wall.
“What’s this?” she asked as I handed her a can.
“I want to do some graffiti on the wall. I want you to help me.”
“That’s dope as fuck, Rell.”
“Alayziah…”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
I shook my head and slapped her on her ass as I picked up another can of spray paint. We were halfway into the mural, conversing and enjoying each other’s company when her phone rang.
“You not gone answer that?” I asked her.
“Really, I don’t want to. Somebody has been playing on my phone all night.”
“You want me to answer it?” I asked, walking towards her phone.
“Ion care.”
I went to her phone and the nigga Jabari’s name was flashing across the screen. “It’s Jabari.”
“What he want? Answer it,” she said, returning her attention to the wall.
I smiled at her. I was glad she trusted a nigga to answer her phone. It let me know she ain’t have shit to hide.
“Hello?”
“Um… may I speak with Alayziah?”
“She’s kind of busy right now. Is it important?”
“Yeah, tell her it’s about Jess.”
I heard the nervousness in his voice so I took Al the phone.
“Hello?” she said, handing me the spray paint.
“Hey… I’m sorry to bother you but it’s Jess.”
“What’s wrong with her, Bari?” Her brows wrinkled in concern.
“I don’t know. She came home crying, locked herself in
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