by K.C.

I was panting so much that speaking felt impossible. The first session was amazing; how good would it feel to get piped by this man?
“Only if you plan to fuck me as good as you ate me,” I said.
Hartley smiled. “Mi ready fi please yuh.”
He pulled down his shorts and tossed them to the floor. I lost what was left of my composure as I stared at the chiseled body in front of me. Hartley knew what the hell he was doing. His closely shaven skin accentuated his goods. Thick veins ran along his dark chocolate shaft. The skin was shiny, like he had dipped it in coconut oil. His tip was deep pinkish-brown
and plump; I wanted to squeeze it with my lips.
“Put it on my face,” I commanded.
Hartley’s eyes opened wide. He crawled toward me and straddled my titties, then
pressed his heavy fuck stick against my cheek.
“Yuh waan it here?” he confirmed.
“I just want a little taste,” I promised.
He dragged the head along my jawline until it reached my lips. He rested it at the corner of my mouth. I opened my mouth to accommodate his smooth, swollen glan. Hartley threw his head back with pleasure and moaned softly. He didn’t allow himself to enjoy it for long.
“Me waan satisfy yuh,” he said as he pulled himself out. Hartley backed up and straddled my thighs so that I could admire him. I was getting wetter watching him stroke himself. As he taunted me with his pornstar-like rod, I pulled my bralette off and began rubbing
my nipples.
“Kiss them,” I said while pushing my breasts together.
Hartley leaned in and kissed my areola, then placed his mouth over one of my breasts. As he moved his mouth from side to side, he licked my nipple until it was firm. I shivered and clutched his forearms. He pressed his dick against my thigh and grinded on it like he wanted to
turn my skin into a fine powder. Just when I thought I couldn’t take more, Hartley put my hand on his dick. I wrapped my
hand around it to relish the thickness. Every inch of his curved manhood felt good. Hartley moaned and stopped sucking my titties.
“Where yuh waan it now,” he whispered.
Hartley was so damn sexy. Everything he said turned me on.
“I want to feel you,” I said.
I opened my nightstand drawer and pointed. Hartley picked up the foil square that rested at the top and handed it to me. I tore it open and rolled the condom onto his throbbing pleasure stick. Hartley raised my legs to his shoulders. He pried open my tight pussy with his hands and slid his fat head inside. I gasped at the fullness. Harley let the tip rest there while he put my toes in his hot, wet mouth. The pleasure was euphoric; this man was making me cream already. I moved my hips in small circles to maneuver more of him inside. If he asked, I would have begged for it. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. Hartley eased himself inside. The curve of his dick reached the most sensitive spots of my innermost walls. Each stroke was better than the last. My juicy pussy was noisy, which delighted Hartley.
“Tell mi how much yuh like it,” he said after freeing my toes from his mouth.
I couldn’t say anything intelligible, but my screams answered his question.
“Mi a-go make yuh bawl out mi name,” he said with passion.

He meant that shit. Hartley’s hands were playing with my titties while he thrusted and rolled his hips to create the deepest strokes. He kissed my ankles and played with any part of my body within his reach. “Bawl out mi name, Pretty Lady,” he said in the most gentle, authoritative way. Hartley didn’t need to tell me twice. He ploughed deeper until my knees felt weak. I put the other pillow over my mouth to muffle my screams; no need to make my nosey neighbors jealous. I wailed and yelled Hartley’s name. His body shook with pleasure as he let out a low
growl. His dick pulsated inside of me, and my pussy spasmed. Sweaty and panting, I lay there. Hartley went to the bathroom and freshed up. He returned and sat on my bed.
“Yuh like it?” he asked as he pulled on his shorts.
I shook my head. “Amazing.”
“No deny yuhself pleasure, Pretty Lady. Call mi wen yuh need mi…anytime.”
I thought about my upcoming commitments. Hartley knew how to give pleasure, and I
wanted more.
“Next Tuesday work for you?” I asked with a smile.