Black had proven to be my refuge. After he let me cry on his shoulder until a chill swept over us, we’d parted ways and rode back to town together. We went about our normal routines as if nothing happened. He didn’t treat me any differently from before I’d poured my soul out to him. We were cordial when around everyone else. Now and again we’d end up at the meeting spot by the river to decompress from whatever that plagued us both. These times though were filled with quiet reflection.
Then one day, I’d gotten too friendly in an attempt to deflect the darkness that tried to consume me. Loneliness had seeped in and a need to feel something else—anything else became too much to bear. Imagine my surprise when he’d reciprocated.
“Don’t poke the beast Nix,” he’d threatened in that tone that said he meant business.
“I would never be the poker. That’s not my style,” I crooned with a smirk.
“Your smart-ass mouth,” he shook his head.
“How so? It’s the truth, I’d much rather be poked.”
“Says your mouth, but your mind tends to make you ultimately punk out. Or is that only with me?”
“I wouldn’t necessarily call it punkin’ out.”
“What would you call it? The kitten in you has been crying out for the beast in me for some time now but you tuck tail and scurry away every time.”
“I’m not running now.”
“Is that so?” Black swaggered towards where I sat reverse cowgirl on my trike. My eyes were glued to his powerful stride in a pair of dark grey sweats. Those imposing biceps bulged under the material of his Knights t-shirt.
He reached out and lifted my crossed ankles into the air, swinging a large leg over the rear of my bike. With his hands at my hips, he lifted me effortlessly so he could sit down on the seat. My heart was beating so fast and hard it was a wonder he hadn’t noticed. Maybe he had, but at this point, we both had something to prove. Where Black wanted to prove that I would run from him again, I wanted to face my fears and prove him wrong. The bonus was him quenching my hunger for him. Black leaned into my personal space, placing his hands on the handlebars behind my head.
“This is your last time to tap out,” he growled as he hovered above me. His lips were so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath blow across my gloss covered ones. The only answer I saw fit to give was a quick whip of my tongue against his lips. If he were surprised, he didn’t outwardly show it. “Sweet temptress, such a dangerous combination.”
“There is nothing wrong with a little danger.” I taunted and rolled my hips into him. The monster I grazed against gave me a moment of hesitation, but I deflected by lifting to attack his lips. They were just as succulent as they were back in February. All too quick, Black detached his lips from mine and leaned back.
“Lift your legs,” he commanded, and I obeyed. In a flash, he’d removed my riding boots and rolled my spandex pants over my hips. Where I should have felt uncomfortable being half-naked in the middle of nowhere, I didn’t. Unlike when I’m on stage, my bare pussy was on full display for his perusal and from the hungry look on his face, he was pleased with what he saw. The only stitch of clothing that remained was my crop hoodie and my sports bra that covered my breasts.
Wrapping his upper arms around my thighs, he lifted me to the top part of my bike and inhaled my pussy in one breath. Bracing my hands on the handlebars, I threw my head back on a deep moan. His tongue assaulted my trembling clit as if it owed him money. A vibrating growl from him caused my back to arch as I rocked my weeping center into his face and swiveled my hips. Too damn soon for my liking, I was releasing a long overdue orgasm all over his face with a high pitch squeal on my lips.
“You taste like honeydew.” He remarked as he whipped his shirt over his head and wiped his face. I could only giggle at his reference as my weak body protested when I lifted to taste myself on his lips. The lip-lock intensified rather quickly as we battled for dominance. Obviously, he had more to prove than me as his hand found its way around my throat. When I showed no fear, only submission – he growled and showed his joy at this revelation.
“I need to feel you inside of me.” Despite sounding desperate, I begged that he put me out of my misery.
“Need is such a strong word.” He squinted.
“I NEED to feel you.” His penetrating eyes bore into my soul for any resistance before he simply nodded and released his hold on my neck. Making quick work in loosening his sweatpants, he unleashed the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen in my life. A true porno dick – large, curved, and veiny. The thick patch of dark curls with a sprinkle of salt beckoned me to inspect closer but it would have to wait until another time. With protection in place, Black spread my thighs and positioned his pretty dick for entrance.
“Breathe,” he cockily demanded and forged ahead when I complied. Considering that he’d knocked the air right out of my lungs, it was pointless. So, I just adjusted to the full feeling that threatened to consume me. The sight before me beat any porn I ever attempted to watch. His dark chocolate muscled steel ventured into my gushiness only to withdraw coated with my essence. The sound alone caused me to tense up against the pending explosion threatening to take me out.
“Oh, God!” I shouted into the air. He had effortlessly lifted me into his arms without breaking stride. This was dangerous and I knew it from the beginning. Feeling him climb into parts of me that had been blocked off for so long, terrified me.
“Ride this dick Sweetness,” he ordered in a stern voice. And I did just that until we were both depleted. It was the most exhilarating and fulfilling experience of a lifetime. For my pride and dignity, it also had to stay there.
End of flashback…
What People Say
The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.Walt Disney
It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.J. K. Rowling
Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.Dr. Seuss