Page 28 of Kisses Behind The Spotlight 2: Finale

“You see that pussy already cummin’ for me. You needed this dick. You been running and playing games,” he talked shit, bouncing me up and down on his dick.

I couldn’t talk; everything was tingling and felt delightful. My arms dangled loosely around Xain’s neck so that he could have his way with me. His hands squeezed my ass, and slapping sounds filled the room from how wet my pussy was. I felt it all in my crack.

“Fuck, you hear how that pussy sounds? That’s all you, bae.”

My mouth slipped open; Xain was fucking me so good I couldn’t engage in the banter he wanted to have.

“Oh, now Ms. Big Mouth can’t speak? Ms. Bossy on mute? Just how the fuck I like it. Nice and silent in this bitch,” he taunted, and I got wetter.

Xain knelt, pulled his dick out of me, and my eyes immediately popped open.

He laughed. “Don’t worry, I ain’t done with you. I know you want that second nut. You need it. I can feel it just like the first time you let me in that pussy.” Xain pecked my lips, then spun me around on our knees. I felt his hands on my back.

“Toot that ass up,” he demanded.

I got on all fours, my knees and elbows sinking into the carpet as I arched my back. Xain gripped my waist and guided his dick inside. Pounding in and out, the nigga wanted to make up for lost time, and I was enjoying every second of it. One hand dug into my waist, the other hand toyed with my clit. I was in fucking heaven.

Xain picked up the pace, and I scooted forward.

“Aht aht. You want this dick?” He questioned, slowing the pace, as he slid in and out.

POP!

He smacked my ass. “You want this dick? I need the lips on your mouth to speak? Not the wet sounds from your pussy lips.”

“I want it, Xain.”

“Is that attitude?”

“I hate you,” I laughed, pushing myself back on his dick. He just pulled back further.

“Nah, this teamwork. Answer the question with your stubborn ass.” Xain pulled all the way out of me, his head running up and down my slit.

I craned my neck to look at him. He had me right where he wanted me.

“It wasn’t attitude,” I purred.

“That’s what the fuck I thought,” he taunted, slamming back into me. Both hands grabbed my waist, and he fucked me rough and fast. My braids fell from my ponytail and slapped my face.

“You were already running from me in real life. You don’t get to do that shit while I’m in this pussy. You understand me?” Xain groaned.

“Yes, I understand,” I conceded under his sex spell.

“That’s more like it,” he sighed.

“I’m about to cum. Don’t stop fucking me!”

Xain kept the pace and moved one hand from my waist to give my clit a little attention.

“I’m cummin’!” I shrieked.

At the height of my orgasm, Xain filled me perfectly before he pulled out and spilled his nut on my ass. I didn’t care that I was sticky or sweaty with sandy feet. Xain stood up, and I collapsed on the floor, laying my face on the back of my hands. I needed a nap, but a shower would have to come first.

Xain returned with a warm rag and cleaned me up. My body was still tingling from the orgasm, and I jerked a time or two. Xain lay on the carpet next to me, pulling me closer to kiss my lips.

“I think I’m falling for you, Sandy Feet,” he professed, sliding his hand up my back.

My eyes popped open, and I turned to face him.