Taste and grind

Without hesitation, she opened her mouth, taking the finger inside to suck on it. She swirled her tongue around the digit, moaning softly as she tasted her own essence.

Pete's grin widened as he watched Candy slurp on his finger, the same one that had just been buried in her tight ass. He was amused by how eagerly she took it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. He thought to himself, "Damn, she really into dis," as he felt a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. He had considered leaving her alone before, but now that seemed foolish. The weed had definitely helped her open up, making her more receptive to his desires.

Pete's mind raced as he watched Candy ride him, her movements becoming more frantic with each thrust. He couldn't help but think about her involvement with Meat and how he needed to eliminate him from the picture. Candy's husband was a joke, a weak white man with a cock that couldn't satisfy her real needs. But Meat was different, a genuine threat to Pete's claim on her. He gripped her hips tighter, imagining how he could steal her away for good. "Ya ain't never gonna need nobody else after tonight, babygirl," he growled, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he envisioned making her his alone.

He knew he had to make her his, to steal her away from Meat, who thought he owned her. Pete was determined to show her what a real man felt like, to make her forget every other dick she'd ever had. He gripped her hips tighter, and growled, "Ya think Meat can handle ya like dis?", his voice low and menacing.

Candy moaned, her breath hitching as she looked down at Pete with a mix of awe and disbelief. "Meat... he felt good, but not like this," she gasped, her voice trembling as Pete's cock pulsed inside her. Pete thrust up sharply, his hips driving his full length deeper, and Candy's eyes quivering as she felt every inch of him. "Look at it, babygirl," Pete growled, his voice low and rough, "every damn inch, all 16 inches, buried deep in yo tight little pussy." Candy's gaze dropped, her eyes fixed on where their bodies met, and she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her eyes sparkled with a mix of disbelief and amusement as she gazed at Pete, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I can't believe it," she murmured, her lips curling into a nervous giggle. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Pete's chest, and pressed her lips to his in a soft, grateful kiss. Pulling back slightly, she looked into his eyes, her expression sincere. "Thank you," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin,"... for believing that I could take it all." Pete's hands tightened around her hips, his cock still buried deep within her, and he smiled, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Pete's smirk widened as he gazed into Candy's eyes, his chest heaving slightly with restrained excitement. "Yo' welcome, babygirl," he said, his voice low and smooth, "knew ya could take it all." He paused, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "Now, 'bout dat bet... ya ready ta give me what I won?" His hand slid from her hip to her lower back, pressing her closer as he ground against her gently.