Ann pulled off her skirt and panties together, followed by her blouse and bra left them on the floor. Climbing on the bed, Black right behind, laying his hard body on top of her, and his mouth found hers. Ann had never been kissed so intensely. She thought men just were not interested in much kissing anymore or foreplay or affection. But not this man.
There was so much heat and tension on Black’s lips. He pulled away and planted a trail of kisses down my neck and over my chest. His kisses leaned to the left when his lips met my nipple.
I absolutely love my nipples to be played with, and Black sensed that pretty quickly. He licked over each nipple and blew onto them, sending chills down my spine. He traced circle after circle over one nipple, mimicking the same movement with his finger over the other. Then he clamped his lips on one and pinched the other. Even though it was exactly what I wanted him to do, it still surprised me. Next, he flicked his tongue over one rosy bud and twisted the other between his fingers. Then he calmed both with his palms, gently rubbing and squeezing each breast. All I could do was moan aloud in satisfaction.
He rose from the bed, and Black stood there looking at me. He took me by the hips and flipped me around. Pulling my hips up high and pushed my face forward, down onto the bed. He ran his hands down my back, around my ass, then down my legs. I heard the foil of the condom, and before I could look back to see what he was going to do next, he shoved his thick cock in me.
He had both hands wrapped tightly around my hips as he pumped in and out of me hard and fast. I was so wet I could feel it on my thighs. He was grunting with each thrust, enjoying the feeling of my pussy gripping around his cock. I love the sound a guy makes when he’s lost in the moment. So focused on the pleasure, grunting like a beast, totally lost of his self-control, and fucking on instinct.
I was about to burst, and I could tell he was close. His pounding became faster and more demanding, slapping into my ass which I could feel was burning red from the beating. My juices were again overflowing, but I couldn’t feel them drip down my leg. Instead, they ran down Black’s cock and onto his balls, making them shine.
I reached under me and began to twist my nipples hard. I was so close, and Black’s deep throaty grunts weren’t helping. I could feel his cock swell inside me as his pounding became viscous. He held onto my hips for dear life, which I’m glad for because I would fly off the other side of the bed if he weren’t there supporting me.
I felt my orgasm swell inside me. It was burning, waiting for that last thrust, that final push, that last fuck to send me over the edge. It was then that I felt Black wrap one hand around me and pinch my clit between his fingers. My upper body jumped up, and my hands caught my fall as I arched my back into the most fantastic orgasm. He swirled his finger around my clit as I bucked my pussy over and over onto his hot dick.
He pulled his hand away, slapping it back onto my hip as he rammed into me harder than before. His breathing was harsh and jagged, with uneven grunts. It quickened into a howl as he plowed his cock into my pussy. I could feel the pulse of his cock, as he let out an ear-shattering growl. Black’s hands clamped into a death grip as he milked the last few pumps, slowing down with his orgasm.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me, Ann,” Black murmured as he positioned me to a more comfortable position.
“You’ll die a happy man, Black,” I said, bringing his hand up for a kiss. And then, letting exhaustion take me, I was asleep within minutes.
CHAPTER TEN
BLACK
THE WEEKflew by. Every night I would stay with Ann. We would eat together, talk about stupid shit and some heavy stuff that felt good to get off my chest and talk about. Ann was a good listener, and apparently, so was I because she told me personal stuff too.
And the nights, fuck, they were hot. Ann was small and flexible, and we had done shit I hadn’t ever done before.A fucking amazing.
It was lunchtime, and I figured since it was Friday, I would surprise Ann and take her to lunch. I pulled up in front of her building only to see her already walking out with a man. They headed down the street together. I followed at a distance to see them stop in front of a restaurant; the man leaned down and said something close to her ear, his hand going to her lower back before they disappeared inside.
What the fuck?
Granted, we hadn’t talked about our relationship and where it was going, but I thought she was on the same page as me. I was all in for Ann and hadn’t doubted her feelings toward me. But it looks like she is playing the field. And the man she was with was dressed in a suit all polished and put together, nothing like me.
Fuck, it hurt.
I let the hurt turn into anger. I let her play me like a fiddle. I should have known I wasn’t good enough for Ann to be anything more than a good lay. I turned, stomping back to my bike. I got on and rode back to the clubhouse. There was a party tonight, and I was getting fall-down drunk, and if she could play the field well, then so could I, pussy was a dime a dozen.
I spent the whole afternoon stewing in my anger. I had started drinking early, and by the time the party started, I was drunk. Ann had sent me a few text messages wondering where I was and if I was okay. Fuck her and her uppity self; I thought as I sat here by the fire watching the party.
“I figured you be at Ann’s tonight,” Kickstand said, sitting beside me.
“Nah, I needed a break from the bitch,” I said, hating the word I just called her, but my drunken anger wouldn’t stop it.
“What the fuck is your problem? And why are you so drunk?” Kickstand snarled at me.
“I just need to have some fun and let loose. What’s it to you anyway. You can take over her watch if you like her so much,” I snarled right back at him.
“You know what? I think I will, since you are nothing but a fucking asshole, and she will be better off,” Kickstand snapped, getting up and storming away from me.
I sat there and continued drinking, not even seeing the party as my mind continued to stay focused on Ann. It was only supposed to be a good time for me too. How did I let it become so much more so quickly?
“Hey baby, you look lonely over here by yourself,” Brooke said, crawling onto my lap, naked except for her tiny shorts.
My first instinct was to move her off me, but my drunken mind said if Ann could do it, so could I. So, I let her sit on my lap, cuddling into me and convincing myself that this was what I needed to do to put Ann out of my mind.
“I know what you need, Black,” Brooke said, lowering between my legs and going for the button on my jeans, I let her unbutton and pull the zipper down, but even in my drunken mind, I knew I couldn’t do it. It was as simple as after being with Ann, Brooke didn’t do shit for me, and I just didn’t want anyone but Ann. I was about to push her away.