A playa hadn’t even stuck a finger down there, but I could tell by her breathing that the pu**y was wet with anticipation. I could literally breathe on her and she would’ve been likely to bust a nut. S**t was getting exciting as hell. A rush of adrenaline was filtering from my heart down to my manhood.
“Braylon…”
Fuck!!!! What the fuck is it!?!?!
“Karima…what is it, lady?”
She stopped to catch her breath for a moment. Kinda sounded like she had been running a marathon or something.
“I’m…oh damn, boy…It’s just that we’re here. Alone. And I’m…I’m scared.”
Scared??? Scared of what?
“Have I ever given you a reason to be scared of me?”
“No…”
Slowly, I circled Karima until she could feel me from behind. My shaft lay between the creases of her cheeks. Her back tightened at the touch while he legs seemed to loch and her ass went firm. Jitters, nerves of the unknown pleasures I was sure to provide…pleasure that she had handsomely paid for.
“And do you think after all this time that I would hurt you?”
“No,” she sighed. “But it’s just this thing. We hadn’t seen each other in so long. I had no idea that things were gonna come to a head so soon. I mean…I want you. Oh, damn, I want you so bad…”
Dragging a stiff member around the edges of her hips and back to the front, I was nearly fu**ing her already and I had yet to stick anything in. Underneath a silky mound of light hair, her folds lay atop the head of my d**k. Had they been able to talk, they would have probably given just as much vocal resistance to go along with a yearning to let me in.
I kissed Karima again, tasting her tongue a bit longer. It was lusty, yet the feelings were mutual. This was supposed to happen. Arranged or not, I was bent on being inside her.
Her pink flesh split like a treasure box, revealing the softest place of her womanly core. As I slid in between her space, inch by inch, it was as if her body forced her to draw me in more until I filled her reluctant desires to give in to the sexual rapture.
Slow thrusts passively ripped her doubts down from the walls of her honeycomb and her nectar spilled over onto me like a river.
“Braylon…”
“Mmmm…”
“Braylon…”
I loved it when they called my name. I didn’t give a damn whether they were screaming it or not, I just loved the sound of my name draping from the lips of another satisfied customer.
“Yes…”
“Braylon…I can’t…”
Can’t what?!?!
That sh*t startled the hell out of me. I’m knee deep inside you and you can’t…Can’t what?!?! Can’t see? Can’t breathe? B**ch, you better speak up…
“Can’t what?”
I stopped my strokes, not getting from atop her just in case she changed her mind, but just enough to look as if I was attentive to what she wanted to say.
“This just ain’t right,” she said. “I’m…I’m engaged.”
Now there is an old saying that my grandmother used to tell me: If you’re not married, you’re single.
Mind you she was never married, but Granny was smart as hell. But I wanted to think about this.
Here was this beautiful blast from my past. I’m inside of her, literally taking her with each pump, and she wants to tell me that she was engaged?
Damn, that was a shocker. And truth be told, I really didn’t give a f**k. And she continued to put up that fight while I pumped…and pumped…and pumped.
It wasn’t her p***y that gave out as she bucked back at my fierce release against her very being. It was her spirit, her mind that gave in to the demand for the flava…
On my d**k, she was free from the rest of her mundane life. She had a choice…like they all do…
And she chose to be B.A.D….
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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