Quiet
I was screaming from the sensation. He put his hand over my mouth, "Be quiet." he demanded as he stroked my shit...
This is intended for mature audiences.
I hate arguing with this nigga but sometimes he brings out the motherfucker in me. I don’t ask too many questions about his job. I just know it’s dangerous as hell and it involves some organizational work. I’m not trying to be implicated in any of his shit. I want my nut and my nigga when I want him. I wasn’t thinking it was going to be anything complicated for real but he’s canceled on our plans already three times and I’m about ready to ditch this nigga. In all honesty, he’s making my attitude shit and I’m getting ready to choose my own peace. He ain’t got shit I can’t provide myself at this point.
He hit me up again to make it up to me. I already had my mind made up about him but I was like fuck it. Let’s go out with him for the plot. At least I could give his ass hell about his shit communication and lack of prioritization. He scooped me in his jaguar and told me he was taking me shopping. I acknowledged him and stayed quiet. I could feel him side-eyeing me during the drive but I refused to give any attention to it. I was typically bubbly and talkative but I was pissed. The weather was matching my mood. It was overcast and raining. He refused to put any music on to fill the silence so all we had was the pattering of rain hitting the car and his ac going.
Eventually, we pulled up to a boutique specializing in couture clothing for plus sized bodies. I wasn’t surprised in the slightest. The nigga had a type and I fulfilled it for him. I’m a size eighteen easy. I have ass and titties for days including my precious ass fupa. Clothing can be a headache sometimes so I’m glad he had the sense to bring me here. He opened the door for me and assisted me out of the car. He walked me to the store, grabbed the door for me, and allowed me to shop around. There were a handful of people shopping, a few floor attendants, and three people behind the counter.
An employee greeted us each with a glass of champagne. We thanked her and she walked off. This nigga tried talking to me, asking me questions about the time we had been apart. My responses were dry and frequently one worded. I could tell he was getting frustrated with me but I didn’t give two fucks. The fucker should’ve been upfront with me about what to expect. Not providing me with a constant let down.
I had collected a small pile of clothing in my arms after a while. Another employee of the store eventually walked over and transferred my items to a dressing room. I gathered a few more items to try on and was led to my room. He trailed behind me following me into the room. It was a decent sized dressing room, big enough to fit 4 of me comfortably. It consisted of a backlit floor length mirror and a velveteen bench. My items were hung up on either side of the mirror. He closed and locked the door behind us. I was used to him being around when I tried on clothing so this was nothing new. I started going in on his ass about how he had me fucked up and that maybe we shouldn’t be fucking around if he was gonna be a shit communicator.
He let me say my piece and began walking me against the wall after I stripped to my bra and panties. He stayed quiet, keeping eye contact until I could feel his breath on my cheek. Not gonna lie this shit was making me wet as hell. I could feel my nipples grazing on his chest and beginning to harden through my bra. He leaned down and whispered that I had a shit attitude and he was getting ready to fix that shit for me. I began to protest but he covered my mouth with his hand and told me to be quiet. He pulled my panties off and ran his fingers between my pussy lips. He hummed in approval and began rubbing on my clit. He told me how this was about to go. He was gonna pick my ass up and fuck me pinned to the wall.
I looked at his ass in disbelief but he quickly proved his point. I hadn’t even noticed when he dropped his pants. I wrapped my arms around him and watched his face as he sank into me with a deep sigh. I was pinned against the wall with my legs folded back. He leaned his head against mine and whispered that he was sorry for what he did and sorry for what he was about to do. He started giving me deep strokes right away. I could feel every ridge of his dick and his tip was steady hitting my gspot. He was stuffing me so aggressively and steady that our hips were smacking each other. All I could do was moan loud as hell. I was so thankful the music in there was loud but even if it wasn’t, motherfuckers knew not to fuck with him. If someone interrupted what he was doing with me they were as good as dead.
He moved his hand from one of my legs to my neck. He squeezed me tight as hell and commanded that I hold my leg back. I grabbed my leg and held it back to the wall. I began to feel the build up. A heavy heat in my womb settled in and the liquid that was accumulating was something serious. My clit was grinding against his pelvis with each thrust. I whispered that I was gonna squirt and he told me to squirt on him then. I tried pushing him away because the sensation was too much but he somehow managed to pin me completely. Two more strokes and I was raining down on that dick. I was screaming and he quickly covered my mouth so tightly a few tears came out. I was trembling and he was still going. Heavy, sturdy, deep ass strokes. It was methodical.
He whispered that he was so sorry in my ear as he pumped into me. That he would work on his communication. That he loved fucking me too much to let me go any time soon. My orgasm had built up again and when it poured over I bit into his hand hard as hell. The force from my orgasm made him nut up into me. His come hitting my walls as I convulsed on him. He held me there until his dick was done twitching in me. He pulled out of me, slid my panties back on, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. He told my ass to get dressed and to pass my items to the sales clerk for purchase. He walked out and I could hear his ass asking who the fuck they were looking at. I got dressed and calmly passed my items to the clerk. I walked straight to the counter and no one dared to look in my direction. He purchased my items and we exited the store.
The thing is, I love fucking this nigga too and I don’t want that dick to go anywhere. My body is hypersensitive around him and my pussy throbs from the idea of him when he isn’t around. The thoughts of him pummeling me live rent free in my mind days after. I might have to keep this attitude up just so he can take me like that again.
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just magnificent, Alyss. every word serves up the next word with force and surrender -- somehow at once. outstanding. xx
This is very good I liked it 😊