cheeks as I nibbled on her ear. She had the never to moan “Jakari, I am really not in the mood. Plus, I have some papers I need to finish grading before dinner is done.” She turned around in my arms and tried to walk around me. I saw her nipples through the holes in her lace robe and knew that her mouth was saying one thing but her body was clearly saying another. Hearing her say that shit again pissed me off and turned me on at the same time. I backed her into the corner of the cabinets and used my left hand to hold both of her tiny hands together behind her back. I used my right hand to untie the silk belt that kept her robe closed and exposed her breasts. I bent down a little and teased her nipples with my tongue. She stayed quiet for a few moments and I could tell she was enjoying the way I was flicking my tongue across her hard nipples.
I let go of her hands and grabbed both her breast and teased her nipples with my thumbs as I softly kissed her lips. She moaned slightly before pushing me away. I just couldn’t understand what was going on. It was like she would give in and then get mad because she did and then try to push me away. The third time she tried that shit I had made a trail from her neck to her slit with my tongue and was gently circling her clit with my tongue when she pushed me away. I stood straight up and grabbed her small ass by her waist as she tried to walk away. I lifted her onto the kitchen counter and spread her legs apart. I took my middle finger and began stroking her clit. Her hands flew up to her breasts and she grabbed them while leaning her head back on the cabinet. I slipped two fingers inside of her and slowly moved them in and out of her sweet middle. I remember asking her “Qia if you weren’t in the mood why are you so fucking wet?”
She replied weakly “Jakari, please. I can’t…” I pulled my erection out of my boxers and slid all of it into my wife. She closed her eyes and gasped before she bit the corner of her top lip and cried out “Got damn it!” I pounded into her warm tight volcano like my life depended on it. It was crazy but her rejection just made me fuck her harder and it seemed to feel even better than it usually did, which I surely didn’t think was possible.
For the next fifteen minutes all that could be heard throughout the house was our bodies slapping against one another as I moved in and out of Qia’s dripping wet pussy. She grabbed the handles on the cabinet behind her as her orgasm took over. I watched her titties bounce as she shuddered from her climax and felt her pussy tighten around my rigid pole as I continued to pump inside of her. I felt my nut beginning to build and lost control of my once rhythmic stroke. I grabbed her ass and continued to stroke her until my nut released deep inside her walls. I don’t know what this is all about but I am praying to a higher power that this party tonight brings her out of it.
“Jakari!” I hear Chan damn near yelling.
“What man, damn?” I say sounding a little agitated.
“Nigga you were in la la land. Did you hear anything I said?” My brother is looking at me like he could punch the shit out of me but he know better.
“I’m sorry. I got a lot on my mind.” He shakes his head and hands the cashier his credit card. We complete the purchase and exit out the door to the parking lot.
December 31 st 2013
New Year’s Eve
Qia
I am standing in my closet trying to decide what I want to wear to the party tonight when I hear my mother talking. We were going to hire a caterer but when my mother heard about our little get together she decided that she would volunteer her services. My mother has been a caterer for the past thirty five years and her business has been flourishing for most of those years. I smile as I walk into the kitchen and see my mother in action. She moves so flawlessly in the kitchen. She has a couple of
I let go of her hands and grabbed both her breast and teased her nipples with my thumbs as I softly kissed her lips. She moaned slightly before pushing me away. I just couldn’t understand what was going on. It was like she would give in and then get mad because she did and then try to push me away. The third time she tried that shit I had made a trail from her neck to her slit with my tongue and was gently circling her clit with my tongue when she pushed me away. I stood straight up and grabbed her small ass by her waist as she tried to walk away. I lifted her onto the kitchen counter and spread her legs apart. I took my middle finger and began stroking her clit. Her hands flew up to her breasts and she grabbed them while leaning her head back on the cabinet. I slipped two fingers inside of her and slowly moved them in and out of her sweet middle. I remember asking her “Qia if you weren’t in the mood why are you so fucking wet?”
She replied weakly “Jakari, please. I can’t…” I pulled my erection out of my boxers and slid all of it into my wife. She closed her eyes and gasped before she bit the corner of her top lip and cried out “Got damn it!” I pounded into her warm tight volcano like my life depended on it. It was crazy but her rejection just made me fuck her harder and it seemed to feel even better than it usually did, which I surely didn’t think was possible.
For the next fifteen minutes all that could be heard throughout the house was our bodies slapping against one another as I moved in and out of Qia’s dripping wet pussy. She grabbed the handles on the cabinet behind her as her orgasm took over. I watched her titties bounce as she shuddered from her climax and felt her pussy tighten around my rigid pole as I continued to pump inside of her. I felt my nut beginning to build and lost control of my once rhythmic stroke. I grabbed her ass and continued to stroke her until my nut released deep inside her walls. I don’t know what this is all about but I am praying to a higher power that this party tonight brings her out of it.
“Jakari!” I hear Chan damn near yelling.
“What man, damn?” I say sounding a little agitated.
“Nigga you were in la la land. Did you hear anything I said?” My brother is looking at me like he could punch the shit out of me but he know better.
“I’m sorry. I got a lot on my mind.” He shakes his head and hands the cashier his credit card. We complete the purchase and exit out the door to the parking lot.
December 31 st 2013
New Year’s Eve
Qia
I am standing in my closet trying to decide what I want to wear to the party tonight when I hear my mother talking. We were going to hire a caterer but when my mother heard about our little get together she decided that she would volunteer her services. My mother has been a caterer for the past thirty five years and her business has been flourishing for most of those years. I smile as I walk into the kitchen and see my mother in action. She moves so flawlessly in the kitchen. She has a couple of
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