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"𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉.."

𝐹𝐴𝐿𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾 𝑂𝑁 𝑀𝑌 𝐵𝐸𝐷, I tried to ignore the erection growing behind my sweats. This would’ve been my third time busting a nut to his nudes. I guess it was safe to say I had a little thing for this dude named, 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒐. I wanted him so bad, and jacking off to his photos and imagining his 8.5 inside me was becoming a bit.... 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑.

Another Jack'd notification came in as I anticipated his next message.

I’m tired of staring at ya photos yo. I wanna feel sumthin…

Apparently he felt the same way as me. I smiled at my screen.

so what’s up?

I responded, almost instantly. I wasn’t sure where the boldness came from. Maybe the saying was true, you know, that the dick has a mind of its own.

Stop playing lol fr come see me…I’m tryna put something in ya tonight

Honestly, he was right. I was bluffing. This wouldn't be the first time he's asked to bust me down. I was just nervous. Although we had been talking on this app for months, I still didn't know him like that.

You there?

…..?

See..you ain’t ready smh lol

He responded, but he didn’t stop there. The messages kept coming as if he were taunting me. Pulling my nonexistent hoe card.

The last message he sent was a photo of him holding his erect dick. My mouth watered, imagining him invading my throat. Shit…

Where you at?!

I responded.

•

As the elevator went up to his floor, I imagined how he would smell and sound. Well, I was about to find out how he sounded right now as I dialed his number. We had exchanged numbers before my route here.

"Talk to me, shawty.." His voice, a deep timbre. He talked just like I expected—slow and country.

"I-I'm.." he had me tripping over my words. He chuckled, "you here?"

"..I'm heading up the elevator now.."

"Room 561.."

"Ok."

I walked down a few halls until I walked up on room 561. I knocked twice, then stood there waiting. The door flew open, revealing his 6”4 frame, standing in a yellow camo durag, white tank, and yellow gym shorts. I was 5'11, so he hovered over me, which turned me on more. His smooth brown skin glistened like the gold jewelry around his neck and wrist.

Melting, was the perfect word to describe me right now. The photos didn’t do him justice at all, he was more appealing in person. His wet rosy lips curled as he flashed his white teeth. I instantly recalled the time he told me he wanted to eat my ass. Staring at his lips had the mental picture at the top of my brain right now. Shit, it didn't make no sense to be this weak over a man.

"Wusaap?" He greeted, a contagious smile stretched across his face. He was clearly flaunting off his beautiful smile, I found it amusing and sexy.

Softly chuckling, "Hey.." I responded. He reached his long arms out, pulling me in for a hug. That's when I caught a whiff of him. Whew...he smelled so damn good. His body vibrated from laughter, "you aite?" He questioned, inviting me further into his hotel room.

Shrugging, "I'm good, I just never done this before." I responded, a half smile on my face.

"That's wassup, let me know that shit mine..." he responded, backing me into the nearest wall. He pressed his lips against mine. I actually hated kissing, but he was changing my mind. His lips were so soft and full. If my taste buds weren't playing tricks with me, he used some type of honey balm to moisture his lips, they were so sweet.

His tongue found a way into my mouth, I quickly pushed him away. He furrowed his eyes brows, a slight mug appearing on his face.

"Sorry..." I murmured, I could feel my face turning red.

He smiled, before running his tongue over his bottom lip. "You want a drank, it might relax chu...." he asked, walking the other direction.

"..I don't drink."

He stopped on his toes, shifting his gaze back to me. He furrowed his eyebrows together, creating a quizzical expression as if he didn't believe me. He wouldn't be the first. Most people in my age group didn't believe me when I told them I didn't drink or smoke.

I took a seat on the nearest couch and pulled out my phone. Nervous, I just stared at the screen. The scent began to change in the room, I noticed he was back in front of me with a blunt in his hand. He took a puff before offering me a smoke.

“No thanks."

"You don't smoke either?!"

"No, sorry." I chuckled. “I’m a little boring.”

"It’s coo..." he whispered, "your pureness kinda turns me on.."

"I didn't say I was pure.."

"Show me you ain't pure then.." he walked in front of me, his bulge appearing behind his shorts. He was indeed free-balling.

"Relax.." he leaned down, whispering in my face. I swear it sent my body and nerves in a frenzy. "And do what you came to do.." he continued taking off his tank, revealing his chiseled body.

A sudden willingness to take care of his needs overweighted me. I scooted to the edge of the couch, placing my hands on his exposed abs. I pressed my lips against his skin, laying small pecks until I reached his happy trail. Staring up at him for the approval, I rubbed against his bulge. He sipped his drink, staring down at me, intensely.

Mouth watering, I pulled his shorts down to his thighs, watching his dick jump out a inch away from my mouth. It was so pretty and long, I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around it.

He chuckled, "told you I been feenin' for you.."

The feeling was mutual. I wasted no time inserting my mouth on his dick, using one hand to stroke his shaft. His small moans brought me pleasure.

"Suck that shit, don't be scared..." following instructions, I deep-throated his dick. "Fuck...shawty.." grabbing my face, he started to fuck my throat until I couldn't take it anymore.  

Taking a few breaths, I stroked his wet dick. "Hold on..." he said taking a swig of his drink. I stared at him, confusingly. He poured the liquor from the glass on his dick. The expression on his face told me he was unapologetic about the mess he was making on the floor. I'm not sure the staff would feel the same. He stroked his dick, then shoved it back in my mouth. Moaning, I continued to stroke his dick with my lips.

He grabbed my face and kissed my lips as if he wanted a taste of himself. "Let me see that thick ass..." I bit my lip, raising from the couch. I pulled outta my hoodie, then my sweats, leaving me in my briefs. His eyes lit up as he stopped me from pulling out my underwear. He pressed his lips against my lips, gripping my ass cheeks with his one free hand. This time I kissed him back, returning the aggressive energy.

He chuckled, "you ready now?" "Mhmm." I responded, taking off my last piece of clothing. I watched him take another sip of his drink before sitting it on the nightstand. He lifted me from my feet and threw me on the bed, flaunting off his strength. I proceeded to get on all fours, arching my back.

"Shit, that thang fat. I ain't know you was holding all dat baby.."

I responded with alittle ass shake.

"Damn, shake that shit?" He smacked my butt, continuing to talk his noise.

"Are you just gonna talk?" I asked, growing tired of waiting.

His signature laugh filled the room, "Chill...let me do me. Just keep that ass up.."

I felt his large hands grip my ass cheeks, opening them so he could dig his warm tongue in my hole.

"Shit..." I moaned. He returned the moan, letting me know he enjoyed it too. He tongue fucked me for a few more minutes before standing to his feet. He reached inside the drawer pulling out a bottle of lube.

"Protection." I reminded him.

Sucking his teeth, he responded, "I know." His tone change let me know he was upset that I wouldn't let him go raw, but I didn't care. 

I stared at him, verifying that he opened the condom and put it on. He rubbed lube on his dick, then around and inside my hole. I could feel him inserting his length inside me as I tried to adjust to his size. He pulled out and slowly back in, warming me up for it. 

Once he saw me getting into it, he started putting in work. His long strokes were hitting that spot, I arched my back and pushed it back on him. He loved me matching his force.

"Shit.." he moaned. I continued to throw it back on him. "Yoo, chill." I knew he couldn't take it so I kept going faster.

He eventually stopped me, wrapping his hands around my waist to slow me down. He bent over, laying kisses on my back as I slowly pushed back on his dick again. "Fuck..." he whispered against my skin. I picked up the speed and he stopped me again.

"Chill with that shit shawty, you gon make me nut.." he stated, we both chuckled. 

He lifted his leg on the bed so he could crawl deeper in it. "Oh shit!” I tried to push him back, but he swiped my hand away, demanding me to take it.

So I did.

He squeezed my waist and drilled me down. I tried running, but his grip was tight. “Nah, keep that energy." he screamed, smacking my ass.

“Shit, Chy!”

"You like that?" He grabbed my neck, forcing me to keep my back arched as he pounded my insides. Goddamn, I knew I would be feeling this tomorrow.

"Fuck, nigga!!"

He laughed. I know he got pleasure hearing me scream. "What baby? I'm killing that shit huh?" He responded, I couldn't see his face but I could tell he was smiling.

"Mhmm." I moaned, trying to escape his grip. He smacked my ass. "Keep that shit up." He demanded, pushing me back into my previous position. "I'm trying.." I whimpered.

I felt something wrap around my neck, I grabbed my neck and noticed he wrapped his durag around my neck.

"You ready for this nut?" He asked, picking up his speed. I responded with a moan as he shot all over my ass and back...

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