Warning: My story holds themes not everyone will enjoy or appreciate, such as interracial love between a white man and a black woman, forced love/scenes, dubious consent, and non-consent scenes. I've a taste for interracial love I love reading stories of black women being used roughly by white men, and unfortunately there are far too few of them - far too many of the interracial stories involve black men with white women. If this is something that you are not interested in and do not enjoy reading, there are other stories out there you may like. Once again, everyone else, please enjoy and thank you. If the grammatical errors are too much, stop reading and do something else. It would be best if you did not burn your brain cells. The others that enjoy my story, please let me know how you feel. Thank you
Thank you sooooo much Kenji Sato for editing.
A lecherous grin spread across Jordan's face, as his hand slid down her chin and around her neck. He added a little pressure around her neck; his possessiveness was clear--Suraya was his, and only his. Jordan kissed her neck, lightly biting her silky, brown skin as his hands traveled under her shirt and up her torso; slipping beneath the underwire of her bra, and gently groping and massaging her firm breasts. His smooth hands had sent a warm sensation against her nipples. His wet kisses followed his hands down her neck to her breasts, where he began sucking on her nipples. Suraya closed her eyes.
A low, tremulous moan was dragged from the back of her throat as he pulled away; only to be replaced with a high pitched gasp, as he quickly came back. Jordan pushed her against the bed. He kissed her hard--passionately, as his hands worked the button and zipper of her jeans.
"I need you, Sai," he panted, kissing her neck as he pulled her jeans down. "Now," he replied forcefully, groaning.
He dipped his head to kiss her once more as one hand roughly squeezed her breast, while the other hand had pushed aside her panties. He stroked her sweet mound that called for his every touch. Jordan smiled at the abundance of moisture he had received from her aching pussy. He knew he was the reason for it. He continued to play with her clit, triggering more moans from her lips. His finger circled the entrance to her opening, which was slick with her juices, shoving it into her wet opening. Suraya's eyes closed as she moaned loudly. Jordan moved his finger left to right, up and down, around, in and out. Jordan felt Suraya contort beneath him; she lifted her body off the bed, and he watched his chocolate delight tremble once more.
Jordan removed his hand from her breast, using it to pin her underneath him. He removed one finger, only to replace it with two, then three; causing her vagina to clamp at them frantically, clenching and increasing the ever-growing ball of pleasure in her core. Jordan continued to thrust violently into her, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm.
Suraya screamed, as her hands reached down, fluttering and grasping his hand as her vaginal juices leaked out of her pussy. His hand stopped and she fell back against the bed, breathing hard, recovering from her climax. Jordan enjoyed it when she reached her peak. He knew he could push her to cum more.
"We are not done just yet, Sai," Jordan said, lustily. He wanted to devour every bit of her body.
"Seri...ous...ly." Suraya said, letting out a breath. She watched as his long tongue reached down and licked her pussy lips. Her chest heaved up, as he continued, massaging her clit with the tip of his tongue. He took each of her outer lips, in turn, and sucked them in his mouth; and then finally clamped around her opening, sucking on it hard.
Suraya threw her head back, and even more cum spilled from her pussy into his mouth. Through her entire orgasm, his tongue never stopped thrusting into her. She fell back again, breathing as Jordan licked her clean, though she kept leaking more cum. Jordan loved the taste of Suraya. He could eat her pussy all day.
Suraya was completely naked in front of Jordan; his eyes feasting on her sexy body. Seeing her biting her lip, made him wild, Jordan groaned; he couldn't believe how sexy she was. He had secretly wanted this to happen. Jordan moved in front of her spreading her sexy legs apart, her wet pussy totally exposed to his needy gaze. Her firm tits heaved up and down with each breath. He could feel her tense up with anticipation of his touch. Jordan could only stare in awe as his cock throbbed with desire.
Running her hands up his back, Suraya moaned, "Mmmmm... please, don't... tease me any... more, Jordan... please... I need you... now..."
Trying to hold back her lust, Jordan could not hold himself back too much longer; she looked so innocent. He had imagined his cock deep inside her. Since the first time he fingered her in the car, and his ruined opportunity in his bedroom. He wanted to feel her on his dick. Jordan couldn't wait to spurt all his seed deep inside her fertile womb. But, he wanted to tease her more. He already ruined it once not by tasting her, he wanted to take his time. He slowly rubbed the head of his cock between her wet pussy lips; her juices covering his cock, as he fought the urge to thrust forward.
"Mmmm, pleeease, Jordan..." Suraya moaned as she reached to grasp his cock, ready to guide him inside her... biting her lip, she continued sweetly, "Please... be rough... with me..."
Jordan's ringtone sounded throughout his, otherwise, quiet and dark bedroom. He groaned. His head felt like it was about to explode any minute now. This was his fifth dream about Suraya. "Fuck!" he mentally shouted, and groped for his phone. He pressed the wake button on his iPhone and was nearly blinded from the backlight. Who the hell could be texting him at 2:55am in the morning? It was a series of text messages from his on-again-off-again girlfriend, Mia.
: Why don't you come over? 10:42pm
: Hello? 11:43pm
: Answer me. I waited more than 15 minutes 12:00am
: I'm sick of your shit. 12:23a
: I miss you baby, don't you miss me?
After that last message, Jordan had received a barrage of seductive pictures of Mia, wearing a see-through nightgown. Jordan rolled his eyes, he wondered who else she had sent them to, since he didn't answer. Jordan sat for another few minutes before he begrudgingly got up to shower. School combined with basketball, completely wore him out. Plus, his late-night wet dreams about Suraya weren't helping him any. He knew he needed to give one up, as both of them would be the death of him. Jordan eventually went back to sleep tossing and turning, still thinking about Suraya. He had blamed his friends, but knew he wasn't any better for the things he said, as well.
Jordan had to admit that he thought it was totally weird of his sister to befriend her. When he confronted Julie about it, she told him she likes the girl and won't stop hanging out with her. Jordan felt as if Julie was doing it out of spite. They did grow up in two different houses. The divorce had separated them, Jordan with their father and Julie went to live with their mother. He didn't understand his sister. There were many girls that came over, and Julie never gave any of them the time of day. What was it about Suraya? She always wore loose, unflattering clothes as if to hide something.
Suraya was always quiet even when she was being made fun of. Her hair was never in any kind of style; it was always just straight and down. He had to admit it, she was plain; even though that was a dick thing to say. The only thing he found fascinating about her, was her skin; it reminded him of a Hershey's milk chocolate bar. He knew it was wrong to think of her as food, but he couldn't help it.
Since Suraya had been hanging out with Julie, she no longer was a caterpillar in a cocoon. She was now a beautiful butterfly, with everyone noticing her, and he hated it. Julie has completely changed Suraya's wardrobe. She was now showing off skin in a classy and seductive manner. She was being more bold and confident; her confidence has grown so much so, that his friends have taken notice--and he isn't happy. Jordan turned over on his side and tried to sleep. He needed it; he was thinking too much about Suraya, when he should be getting some sleep.
Jordan checked his phone for the time; it read 5:03am. 'Looks like another sleepless night.' As he lay on his back, he thought of Suraya. He had refused to wash the bedsheet, so he would not lose her scent. It ended up getting washed and he has regretted it. The scent was gone, just like her. He felt compelled to talk to Suraya, but she had been avoiding him since that night four weeks ago. He could ask Julie to help him, but he wasn't too sure if she would do it for him. Jumping off his bed, he grabbed a pair of boxers and headed into his spacious marble bathroom.
At about 6:10am in the morning, he got a phone call. He groaned and rolled his eyes before grabbing his phone. He answered it before checking to see who it was.
"Hi, babe!" an annoyingly chipper voice sang.
He recognized the voice. "Hey, Mia," He answered, coldly.
"Angry already?"
"What do you want, Mia."
"Don't be like that, babe; do you want to ride together?" she cooed.
"Sure."
