Page 33 of Meet Me at the Altar

“Yeah?” she repeated as she pulled my dick from my swim trunks.

“Baby, you ain’t gotta?—”

Too late. She had sucked my shit into her mouth like this was the Last Supper, and she was praying for the resurrection. I closed my eyes, unable to mumble a word. The way that Kalli worked her way around my dick didn’t seem like she was unfamiliar with sucking them. I could have sworn she told me that she and Remy didn’t do that shit.

If she didn’t do it with him, then whose dick had she been sucking? Jealousy and pleasure warred in me for control. My hips rocked back and forth, loving how she sucked me further to the back of her throat. My balls tightened, ready to send forth my release.

At the same time, my hands gripped her hair so tightly that I could have snatched her ass bald. My dick grew angrier, longer, and harder, shoving its way down her throat in a punishing manner.

She made loud gurgling noises, pulled back, spat down my dick, and took me in again. She deep-throated my shit and worked her hands over my balls in a beguiling manner that had nothing to do with being a neophyte.

Tears sprang to my eyes, and that shit pissed me off even more. I didn’t fucking cry. Hell, when my stepdaddy kicked my ass out, and I had to travel over two thousand miles to get to my father, I hadn’t cried. When my family’s dog died when I was seventeen, I hadn’t cried. When my grandmother passed away, I had shed a few thug tears, but not immediately.

This dick-sucking nymph had elevated my emotions to a new level. Not only was she commanding the waters of her mouth and gushing pussy waters whenever she rode my shit, but she was also compelling tears into my eyes—gahdamn!

I pulled out of her just before I bust a nut, and I jerked her ass up from the floor. Grabbing her by her arm, I all but dragged her to the bedroom.

“You’re being a little rough, baby,” she stated when I shoved her onto the bed with her back to me.

I grunted, grabbed her leg, and lifted it onto the bed. I kneeled behind her, spread her ass cheeks, and ate that pussy like it was a pack of peanut butter crackers. When she screamed and creamed, I demolished her ass like it was a gourmet dish plated by Chef Gordon Ramsay himself.

Kalli cried out, shook, and damn near made her ass clap. When I finished, she had skeeted everywhere, fucking up the sheets, coating my beard, and drowning my lips and nose with her juices.

I pulled back and pushed her back onto her belly again. This time, I slid easily into her wet, Niagara Falls ass from behind. Her walls tightened around me, giving me a warm and snug fit. I never wanted to leave her sugar walls. Yet I knew that I wasbeing a bit too rough with her, and if I didn’t ease up, I might mess her up and have to take a sabbatical so that she could heal.

I reached up and grabbed her long, red hair and fisted it around my hand. I jerked her head back, ignoring her shriek as I pounded my way home inside her walls. The connection between us was so secure, I couldn’t tell where her ass started and my nuts began.

“Aww fuck, baby. Why you feel so good, Kalli? Huh?” I asked, pounding her senselessly.

“Ungh! I don’t knoooww,” she whimpered.

I pulled up from the bed and pulled her along with me. I lifted her foot and placed it on the bed, while keeping the other one rooted on the floor.

“Touch yourself,” I whispered, grabbing her hand and placing it between her folds. She stroked herself and moaned as she thrust her hips forward.

It didn’t just turn me on to see her fucking herself with her fingers, but it clearly turned her on as well. She slid a finger inside of her flesh along with my dick. It slid across the surface, and she tried but failed to trace the veins on my dick. The fit was too tight, and though she could get her finger inside of herself, she couldn’t move it.

I rocked up into her, gripped her hand, and dragged it everywhere I wanted her to touch herself. She moaned in extreme pleasure as I guided her hand and fingers over her nipples, rolling them and tweaking them until they were tight, hard buds.

She whimpered when I pulled her fingers down to her pussy again, coated them with her essence, and worked them back up her midsection all the way to her mouth. She sucked eagerly, excited to return her fingers to her sex for more.

I wasn’t mad or jealous about it. After all, I was hooked on her taste and scent too. I knew that the way that woman tastedcould drive a man to delirium, so it wasn’t too far-fetched that she was driving herself to the brink of insanity.

We finally climaxed together. It was intense, filled with my low, commanding groans and her high-pitched, pleading moans. I shot off inside of her, and it didn’t matter to me that I wasn’t wearing any protection. We both knew the consequences.

I kissed along the side of her neck and fell onto the bed, pulling her on top of me.

“What happened?”

“When?” I muttered.

“You got a little aggressive for a minute, when I was giving you oral and even afterward.”

I stiffened. “I thought you said that the two of you never had oral sex.”

“We didn’t.”

“How many times did you do it outside of me?”