Page 15 of Passion

I put that fucking song by Jack Freeman on repeat and had been eating her fruit ever since. I lifted my head and went up on my knees, stroking my dick as her shit saturated my beard. I refused to wipe it. I needed that conditioner more than I knew.

She was staring at me as I stared right back at her. Seeing all her scars made me feel grateful that she was here to be my wife, and they had me sensitive as hell. There was a long scar from her chest to her belly button, her titties were somewhat uneven, and there were scars on her neck, shoulders, arms, and legs, not to mention the large one near her pelvis. I’d kissed every scar on her body, thanking God she was still here, then kissed her succulent pussy and got stuck there.

I licked my lips as I descended, laying my lips on hers. Her nasty ass kicked my desire up a notch when she started licking my face. She was a fucking freak that I knew I wouldn’t be able to get enough of.

I pushed my dick inside of her, taking our breath away. My entire body shuddered as I allowed my dick to marinate in her flavors. When I began stroking her, I had to close my eyes momentarily. I didn’t know how I would last in this shit. Her legs were trembling, her mouth was filthy and loud, and her pussy was sopping wet.

I stroked her to the best of my abilities, rolling my hips like I was one of those dancers on Instagram. “Gentry, I’m about to cum! Oh, fuck!”

“Yeah. Give that shit to me, baby.”

I went to her breasts and took her nipples into my mouth simultaneously, pushing them together with my hands to make that feat possible. She was scratching the fuck out of my back and had called on the name of the Lord several times. She was begging me to stop and keep going at the same time. Her legs started trembling, and her pussy spit that shit on me like it had a fire to put out. That shit was so sexy.

I turned her to her side and gave her pussy just what I knew it was needing: to be fucked. I needed that shit just as much as she did. Her pussy was trying to snatch the damn nut from me and had me damn near screaming with how she was taking me down. My nut was ready to fire, but I wouldn’t allow it too. I wanted to show her I could control it when I needed to.

Plus, I needed to stare into her eyes while I came. She couldn’t stare back while she was cumming. At least, I didn’t think she could. I’d never seen a woman that could keep her eyes opened while she nutted. I wanted to see her soul at her most vulnerable moment. I knew it was pure, but I needed to see it with my own eyes. I wanted her to see mine as well.

“Giselle, my nut finna make landfall, baby. Oh shit. Fuck me back, baby.”

She lifted her thick ass leg to my shoulder, her body still somewhat sideways, and began rolling her hips onto me. That shit had me falling fast. Seeing my dick coated in her goodness, her clit sliding along my shaft as she rolled her hips, and hearing her moans and pants, had me trembling, trying to restrain my shit just a little longer.

“Gentryyyy! Fuuuuuck!” she yelled.

When her pussy unleashed on my ass again, I had no choice but to give that shit up. “Oh, fuck!”

A nigga wanted to pull all the hair out of his beard. This woman would get away with a lot. I could see that shit now. I would end up using sex to reward and punish her ass. It would be the solution to everything at this point. My eyes remained closed as I emptied everything in me into her. Felt like I was nutting forever. I was the one who couldn’t keep my eyes open.

When I fell to the side of her, she rolled into me and lightly stroked my chest. She was quiet, and so was I. I supposed we were thinking about the intensity of what we had just shared. Before I could fully recover from it, she started kissing my chest. Going up on her knees, she started teasing my nipples with her tongue then made her way to my dick.

I sat up on my elbows to watch her thick lips take me hostage. Her juices had drowned my shit a minute ago, and now she was about to resurrect my shit with her saliva to do it all over again. Her mouth was my next favorite thing. She started sucking my dick, and I swore she was trying to actually eat and digest my shit in the most pleasing ass way possible.

I found myself moaning as her mouth slid up and down it while her eyes penetrated my soul. I had never felt so damn soft in my life. I’d pay Arranged Hearts all over again for this, even if, for some reason, the marriage didn’t work. My dick breached her throat canal, and I grabbed her braids as I bit my bottom lip. I didn’t know who trained her to be a beast like this, but I would thank him in person.

When she first took him into her mouth, he wasn’t even at full potential. Oh, but his ass was there now and ready to throw a few coats of paint on the walls of her throat. I still had so much to get to know about her, but our intense sexual chemistry had taken precedence over everything else. She could tell me she was a crackhead right now, and I would probably say, Okay, baby. We’ll get through it.

I slowly shook my head as I watched her ass jiggle in the air while she swallowed and regurgitated my dick repeatedly. She was gonna be in trouble after this shit. “Elle, shit. I’m about to nut, baby. You fucking me up right now. Fuck!”

I’d just given her a nickname, and that shit never happened. I lifted my hips and jabbed the back of her throat, only for her to apply a suction that had my kids begging to live with her. I nutted so hard my toes curled tight as hell. From that, I could feel the cramps making their way up my legs. I quickly released them, because there was no way I would be taking a break after this.

She sucked every drop from me then straddled me. She slid her hands up my chest and said, “I like the way you taste. I can see I’ll be digesting them babies all the time. I have a huge pen they can play in to keep themselves occupied.”

I gave her a smirk then lifted her ass and slid her down my dick. In all my thirty-three years, I’d never been turned out. I supposed there was a first time for everything. I lay back, pulling her with me, and said, “I hope you ain’t have no plans for today.”

“I did, and I’m executing them right now.”

“Good. You executing the hell out of ’em too. Shit.”

“You have been the perfect participant. I can’t believe I’ll be able to have this whenever I want it.”

“Shiiiid, and when you think you don’t want it, you’ll have it. I will show up at that dentist office and turn this pussy inside out, girl.”

I lifted my hips and began stroking her slowly, making sure I still gave her the depth and power I knew she wanted. “Mmmm, that feels so damn good, Flem. Yes, baby.”

And now, I officially had a nickname. I pulled one hand away from her ass and pulled her face to mine, giving her my tongue. My desire to give her every bit of passion within me was amplified in this moment. She’d said on the flight that it felt like we’d known one another before now, and I had to agree. That was what made me know we were meant to be.

Unless she was on the pill, she was gonna be pregnant before I could count to ten. I wasn’t ever wearing a condom. She was my wife, and I felt like I shouldn’t have to. I didn’t want a damn thing to be a barrier between me and this fountain. I was fully aware of the consequences of this raw fucking, and I didn’t give a damn. I was ready to start a family.

As I stroked her pussy and I felt her quiver, I said, “I hope you ready for a baby. I ain’t gon’ ever get enough, baby. Nutting inside of you is premium shit.”