Night Owl - Part 8🦉
A/N: Alright Y’all!! You guys hath spoken and it was a mixed review. Some wanted now, others a longer add. I’m pretty sure, whether the add was long or short, you would still be wanting more so hopefully y’all will like where I paused it because I did! I only chose to post what I have because I’m not sure when I will have the time to do more and it was a nice stopping point for the moment!
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7:10pm read the time on his phone and she was still nowhere to be found. His lips curl into a smile at her constant and consistent defiance. That smile turning to an evil smirk at just the thought of breaking her out of these bad habits. But for now, that had to wait until he made good on his promise from earlier. He abruptly leaves his apartment and as he is bounding towards the stairs, he hears her voice behind him.
“You still got your durag on, Dickhead,” Deaysha says with a smirk as she leans on his door frame, watching him return down the hall. Narrowing his lust filled eyes as they ran over every single inch of her. (Her Outfit)
“You and these damn jackets” he shakes his head, the deep raspiness of his voice barely coaxing out of his throat, taking his time walking back.
With each languid stride, his eyes landed on a different feature of hers followed by a depiction of vivid obscenities trailing in his mind, only as sweet as sin. One day his babygirl would learn to stop teasing him so much. Possibly the day he had her legs spread wide, ass in the air, plummeting her back into the perfect arch and tied down to prevent the running he knew she would do once he got between them thighs. If he was lucky, maybe that day would be today.
His smile deepens at the thought as he caresses her face. Her almost innocent eyes not knowing the depth to which he wanted to rip every item of clothing she had on to shreds and bury himself so deep in her she could feel it in her chest and throat for days to come.
He held her face as he kissed her sweet full lips, currently brimmed with the taste of raspberry. How in the world did she know his favorite fruit too? What the hell was this girl doing to him?
His thoughts muddle as she wraps her arms tightly around him, traveling from his back to his shoulders and down to his ass, squeezing his cheeks as their lips and tongues intertwined. He matched her movements and some as he picked her up and took her into his apartment, her legs clasping around his waist like that was their only rightful place in the world, their kiss never breaking, only intensifying.
He presses her against the wall as he roughly pulls off her sweater. “Take this shit off,” he mutters, before his lips encapsulate her ear lobe as he adjusts his rock solid dick in his pants, knocking himself out trying to remind himself to take it slow with her, his inner self wanting to pull her panties to the side and get on with it.
“My dusters have never done anything to you, why are you so mean to them,” she says with a smile before pulling his lips back to hers, grinding her jean covered heat up and down his stiff shaft, barely clad by his boxer briefs and joggers, so long and thick she didn’t even know how he would even fit.
Tossing the sweater across the room in frustration and setting her down on the kitchen countertop, he tucks his fingers under the spaghetti strap of the black lace lingerie down to her mid arm, her large dark areolas and full DD breasts about to pop out. Before he could get to the buckle on her jeans, he heard bubbling, completely bringing him back to the fact that he had food on the stove. He quickly flicks it off and is back to her in seconds.
“You cooked?” she whispers into his ear as he kisses her neck, shoulders, and down the valley of her chest as he unbuckles her pants, leaning her back and lifting her up, to slide them below her hips.
“Yeah...Later,” he says between kissing the plush fluffiness of her stomach as he rolls her pants down off her legs, promptly returning her studded heels to her feet.
“Aren’t we supposed to be talking?” she says, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull his lips back to hers, assisting in taking off his shirt as he removed his pants.
“Fuck we got to talk about? You my girl and that’s it. No further discussion necessary. Other things...require our more immediate attention,” he snarls, placing her hand over his solid member, lowering her top so one breast popped out, watching her bouncing hardened nipple until he wraps his lips around it, sucking her into his mouth like a newborn baby. He spreads her legs forcefully as he cups his hand onto her pussy, vigorously rubbing her clit, the lace no match for her oozing wetness that immediately reached his hand.
The back of her head pressed against the cabinets, Deaysha lets out a loud breathy moan as he slides her panties to the side and inserts two fingers deep into her tight wetness, his thumb still tantalizing the area around her clit, deferring some of her satisfaction.
“Now you listen to me Tommie. Don’t you fucking cum without my permission. I'm...Not...Fucking... Playing...With...You,” his words spewed through gritted teeth as he stroked her g spot, watching her melt like putty in his hands.
“You cum without me telling you to and I promise you won’t like the results,” he says biting down hard on one nipple as he pinches the other, rolling it between his fingers, his words, voice, and actions almost sending her over the edge with that alone.
“I don’t know how but I will try,” she says softly, looking into his eyes as he now applied suction to her other nipple. “Your pretty ass better do more than that if you knew what I know,” he says beginning to rotate his fingers as he stuck them in and out of her dripping core. As his thumb applied more and more pressure to her clit, she unknowingly tries to close her thighs and is met with him driving his fingers all the way to the hilt before slapping her clit.
“Keep your legs where I fucking put them, Tommie! I am not going to repeat myself again,” he growls, spreading her legs wider than they were before. After sliding her down further on the counter, one hand held at the base of her throat as the other went straight back to her pussy, driving to her g spot, in double and triple time. The hand around her neck squeezed as she arched her back so high, she felt she would fall off the counter.
“Do you fucking understand me Tommie?” he whispers into her ear with a smirk as wide as the sea.
“Yes Sir,” she says, kissing his lips and wrapping her arm around his head as she grinds her hips, trying to listen to his commands and get her pussy to comply, the sounds of her slickness pointing to the contrary.
“I feel your fucking pussy clenching around my fingers, you wanna cum babygirl?” he teases, turning her neck to the side as he began sucking on her spot.
“Yes Daddy, please can I cum? Pleaseee,” she begs, her pussy damn near writhing.
“Hell no! You think your teasing ass deserves a nut after all you put me through? Oh no babygirl. Its time you learned your lesson,” he says, sliding his large tongue from her neck to her forehead, tightening the hand around her neck and the other going faster and deeper.
Before she could even ask to cum again, her body snapped, a flushing feeling ran from her head to her toes as she squirts onto him and the floor. Her eyes and mouth open in shock, as he lets out a sinister laugh.
“Baby, I’m so sorry, I tried to wait but...”, she begins before he shushes her and kisses her lips.
“Oh babygirl you haven’t even begun to be sorry yet. Hop down off of there, take off your clothes and bend over that table right there. I’ll be right back with just the perfect thing for that pretty defiant ass of yours,” he groans in that low menacing voice, kissing her lips again before he went to his room to retrieve God knows what. Lord help her!
A/N 2: Don’t be mad at me lol I know I’m a tease, its my forte lol plus I always deliver so you will be fine!
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