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𝘈𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘷...
I was in the kitchen Dancing to bae cs why not?
I was stuck on Mrs.
That just hits different.
I was swaying to his music till a pair of arms wrapped round my waist.
I knew it was him.
I bent over and he grabbed my waist while I shook my ass on his front
"Soon as I'm home I'm taking your jeans off. Touching your mind and touching your G-spot." He mumbled along with himself.
"I meant what I said. Take these off." He mumbled tugging on the belt straps of my jeans.
"Slow your role." I mumbled standing back up and walking away.
"There's no slow no role. Come here and take them off." He mumbled looking at me.
"Or what?"
"Imma take em off 4 u."
"Oakly chill out." I mumbled and he chuckled.
"I just came from the studio thinking about how i'm finna break yo back. Don't disappoint me." He whispered kissing my neck.
"We're in the kitchen. Wait till we go up." I mumbled and he put his hands under my shirt, his cold rings connecting with my skin and his lips still on my neck.
"Oakly." I mumbled but he ignored me.
His hands went further up and they unhooked my bra before going back down to my waist.
Oakly left sloppy kisses all over my neck/chest before he eventually got to my lips.
It was the sloppiest, wettest, nastiest kiss ever.
His hands went to the back of my head and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back and pulling my shirt down with his other hand before sucking on the top of my boob.
I bit my lip and his teeth bit onto my skin gently before he picked me up and sat me on the counter.
My shirt came off and his too while his hands explored my body like it was weed to a weed addict.
His fingers hooked in my jeans and pulled them off with one move.
His ass lucky I wasn't wearing underwear.
He pushed me down so my back was flat on the counter top before his head buried between my legs.
He was being hella rough w it, no sympathy whatsoever.
I gripped his hair before letting out a stammered moan.
My feet automatically travelled to his shoulders and I tried pushing him down but he gripped my thighs and pulled me closer.
"Stop running."
That's what he said.
His tongue continued 2 work it's magic while I laid there trying to pull out his curly hair.
I love his hair.
Ntp.
He came up, giving me the same sloppy kiss before going into me raw.
No warning at all, no nothin just slid right in.
I grabbed his arm and tried to slow him down a little but he only got faster and harder.
The strokes were killing me.
"What do you want?" He asked panting a little.
"Slow- d-down." I whispered squeezing my eyes shut.
"What's the word? I'll give u a clue. It begins w a d and ends in addy." He mumbled gripping my thighs and going all the way in.
"Daddy please." I mumbled digging my nails into his arm.
"Your playing w ma top Armani." He whispered speeding up.
Bitch I said the magic word.
Slow down.
Eventually he did and my legs started shaking.
"Hold it."
His strokes were slow but they was still hard asf.
I think I worded my statement wrong.
What I was supposed to say was be gentle.
His head went back and a low, deep, sexy ass groan left his lips.
"Fuck- Holy shit Marns." He mumbled holding underneath my thighs and going a tad faster.
I couldn't hold it and nutted all over him n I felt him nut inside me too.
"I so needed that." He mumbled pulling out and kissing me properly this time..........................
