Cum

"Whats that bitch?"

Your lips part, trembling around the filthy plea. “Fuck! Please wreck my little white pussy with your big black cock,” you whine, hips jerking as his fingers scissor deeper. “Need it so bad, please, D, I'm gonna cum” The words dissolve into a shattered moan as his thumb grinds harder against your clit, his fingers hooking just right to rip the orgasm from you violently. Your back arches off the wall, thighs clamping around his wrist as pleasure detonates through you.

“FUCK! D, oh God, YES!” Your scream rips through the air, raw and unfiltered, loud enough to cut through the bass thumping from the party. Heads turn toward the hallway where he’s got you pinned, his fingers still buried deep as your body convulses around them.

D pulled his hands from your panties, you fell to your knees hit the floor with a thud, panting from your intense orgasm, from just being fingered, you looked up, you needed it.

Your trembling fingers reach up to let his beast free, nails scraping against denim as you whimper, "Please, D, let me taste you, just for a second" But his hand snaps around your wrist, stopping you from removing his trousers.

"Uh-uh, shawty," he rumbles, tilting your chin up with his free hand. His grip is iron, forcing you to meet those dark, hungry eyes. "Not yet." His thumb drags over your bottom lip, smearing your own slick from his fingers, the taste bitter-sweet on your tongue.

His grip tightens on your wrist as he yanks you up from the floor, your knees still weak from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Up, bitch," he commands, voice rough as gravel, and you stumble against him, thighs slick and trembling. The hallway blurs as he drags you forward, the bass from the party vibrating through your bones, past couples embraced in kissing.

His grip never loosens as he drags you down the hallway. The door to his room swings open with a rough kick, revealing a sprawling space dominated by a massive bed, king-sized, unmade, the sheets already rumpled like he’d been thinking about this all night. He shuts the door behind you both, and stats to kiss you again.

His kiss breaks with a rough growl, fingers tangling in your hair as he tilts your head back. "Time to put that mouth to work, shawty," he rumbles, the heat of his breath against your lips making your knees weaken. You whimper as he guides you down, your nails scraping against his thighs while he unbuckles his jeans with one hand.