Claimed
Note to fellow literotica readers/writers, I don't want to make any excuses but please know that I felt bad about the title mix up last time--I'm sorry, I'll be more thoughtful going forward.
To you fellow readers/writers who want me to add an interracial tag, the answer is no...
I never described her physical look, hubby included. If you want to imagine a blue eyed fair skin white suburban woman engulfing and enjoying a hard black cock that stirs that dreadful new found pleasure within, that is up to you; I won't interfere! Thanks for continuing reading, stay awesome!
Last time in Complicit
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[...Here I was, seated on top of Andre, his cock coming back to life--not that it lost much of it. I looked down and saw his cock brushing on my pubic hair, the base where his shaft and balls meet, teasing my clit...]
Now:
... my hips seemingly twirled while I sat there, my clit, still at the base of his shaft slowly brushing against his skin. The effect was electrifying, I was glued in as if possessed, his cock firmly planted in my palm. At first, I held it firmly, tugging, and rubbing it against my clitoris. My gaze met his, and he smiled...
He knew what this was doing to me, and he smiled, content to enjoy the show. I had similar ideas.
"Don't move, you are still hurt. You are going to enjoy this, and you are going to want to hold me as you should, but I won't let you. Just watch...just feel!"
I said those 4 last words intently, bim simply whispering in his ears and barely kissing him at the lobes. I felt him flinch.
"He's mine now!"
I continued moving slowly, moving my hips back and forth as if to grind on him. Only that I also raised my butt a tiny bit, dragging my engorged clitoris along his shaft, and each time I went back down, a trail of wetness was left. I did it again, even slower this time while I supported myself with my left hand holding onto the couch--meanwhile, my right one grazed his cock. Up and down, slow and glistening wet, his cock hard and pulsating every time I caressed the tip with my fingers. This had the intended effect; it came out in a stream. If there's one thing that is definitely seared in my mind, it's this; this cock of his soft on the skin yet rigid within, and that seemingly inexhaustible pre-cum. Added to mine, his cock was became a sliding pole of ecstasy.
I look at him as I slide up on his cock with my fingers--they as well, attending a sliding session of their own--teasing his gland. I wanted to kiss him, but that would send the wrong signal at this point in time.
"Take it, ride it babe like you want to!" Andre commanded, pulling me out of my thoughts in the process. The look in his eyes matched his tone. I pulled myself closer, still straddling him and this time, right on top of him. I looked down, wanting to watch the spectacle and not miss the mark... "Look at me, just look at me..." he said in such a deep commanding voice. His hand met my waist and pushed me down. My lips gaped to let out a small gasp,my breath shortened and quickened, I felt almost proud as he slid in me with so much ease, all the while he kept his eyes on mine. It's like he wanted to plant me there, showing that he claimed me and I, wanting more... and then, his hands let go.
"You know what to do!"
As if on cue, I moved my hips up and down, taking my time enjoying every inch of him, filling me and touching me... "Raw huh, you are bad, you didn't even ask," I said while going down again. He planted his hands on me again, making me ride him up and down and grinding on him once I reached the base.
"Doesn't seem like you mind!" he said with a cocky smirk.
My pussy clenched on his shaft on the way up causing us both to moan wantonly. I wanted to go faster, but his hip injury worried me, so I continued to ride him like that. But I couldn't continue like this, so I ground myself on him and grinded my hips back and forth, pressing my clitoris on his pelvis. The electrifying effect had me moaning louder, it felt good, and I wanted more, his cock moved back and forth with each rocking motion. My pussy was stimulated in a whole different way. Everywhere his cock and my walls made contact made me clench a little harder. He grabbed my ass firmly and kept his other hand on my hips--I love being held like that, and by this handsome black man nonetheless. And that's when I felt it coming; a slow crashing wave bursting forth in me, traveling up my spine and back. I rode that wave like it was the last on earth. I didn't scream at the top of my lungs, I didn't utter some obscenity, I simply came.
" You make me so wet" is all I said as I slowly came down from the high. His cock still hard, still filling me up, still goading me. I felt it pulsate inside me, only that it was to guide me. Yes, I was on this fine specimen of a man's cock, barely off my orgasm, and here he was, slowly pulling me back and forth with that sweet hardness. I was on top, but he still fucked me without holding onto me. Everytime I moved, my pussy and his cock responded in unisson. I bathed his cock in sweet nectar, and he stirred the pot and all the while we let it be audible enough to let it feel the room. Primal, and unrestrained, the whole thing was surreal.
"Hi! Welcome to the neighborhood!" I said while planting my hand on his chest.
"I should have moved in much earlier!" he responded.
"No worries you'll make up for it...give it to me!"