I woke up once again to the sound of Courtney and Mark fucking. Donnell was laying next to me naked and asleep, oblivious to Courtney's moans rising up through the floor.
The blanket was only covering up to his waist and his chest made excellent eye candy. His pecs were defined - the type you want to rub you hands alone or rest your head on.
I peeked under the blanket. His dick was flaccid and skinny. How did it grow so long? And why was it so skinny? At one point during last night's blow job I recalled likening his dick to a pencil as opposed to a magic marker. The things that go through a woman's mind during oral sex.
Still naked, I lifted myself out of bed, used the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Afterward I splashed some water on my face and analyzed myself in the mirror. I hated how my face looked without makeup. Each imperfection was exposed. The black bags under my eyes pronounced without being covered by concealer. Each blemish flaunting itself.
In my bed was a sexy, naked black man. One with the face of a movie star and the chest of an athlete. What could he possibly see in me? He was out of my league. He was also incredibly aggressive and hung. Both of those were new to me. His aggressiveness had shown me I could deep throat more than I previously believed. I wanted to learn how to take more.
I climbed on the foot of the bed and pulled the blanket off Donnell. I crawled between his legs and took his cock in my mouth, finally awakening him. I sucked it aggressively, eager to see its slim nine inch length again. It didn't take long as his dick spring to life, still skinny but much harder than last night. Donnell's hands were behind his head as he stared down at me working my mouth on his cock. I tried to take as much of him as I could into my throat but frustratingly found myself gagging at seven inches again. I wanted to swallow more. I wanted to impress him. I wanted him to like me.
I reached and and grabbed his arm from behind his head. I found his huge hand and placed it on my head hoping that would engage him in the tug o war we fought last night. Instead he grabbed my hair with his hand, pulled it out of my face, and held it up like a pony tail. With the tip of his dick on my lips I stared up at him. His eyes met mine and his face was expressionless. I felt exposed. He had a clear view of my face without makeup. I felt ugly and insecure. I get he wasn't enjoying the blow job.
I decided to pick up the pace - in a ln effort to make him vim but also to distract my destructive mind from wandering. I took more and more of him until I got to the seven inch mark. I reached my hands underneath his butt and forced his pelvis upward while pushing my mouth downward. I got maybe an extra half inch down before I gagged and regurgitated spit all over his dick.
