Oh, how I love his lips!
They’re full and juicy; soft and moist. He tastes of brown sugar, or is that molasses?
I sit on his lap, facing him and lick the corner of his lips as he drinks Hennessy and tries to smoke a cigarette.
His teeth are white, and straight and beautiful. His smile is so sexy; it momentarily makes me star struck when he offers it freely.
He sometimes catches me off guard with the complexion of his skin. Can you please tell me what the color is of this, the darkest dark brown, which smells of such euphoria?
I run my nose along his body to take in his scent; my attraction to him is animistic. His smell…just my being in his presence turns me on like none other.
He will ignore my advances if he is watching sports. I don’t care about that, as long as he lets me touch him as much as I need to. I tease and tempt him by grinding my ass into his crotch. He’s partially interested from the feel of things.
When he turns his attention to me, he asks, “So, who else you been fuckin!?”
I tell him “No one” and continue to taste his skin.
He reaches up and grabs a handful of my tendrils. Yanking my neck back, he bites my neck hard. I let out a yelp, and he asks me, “Why haven’t you fucked anyone else?”
I snatch my hair from his grip and look him into his eyes and say, “Because I only fuck you, Daddy.” I don’t blink when I say this; I know he needs to look into my eyes to see the truth.
Doesn’t he know I won’t have anyone else? No other man has those lips, tastes like he does nor can any other man place his hands upon me in a way that makes me joyful that I was fortunate enough to be born.
No other man has those dark, slanted eyes with eye lashes that move the wind.
Who wouldn’t want to taste a man the exact color of dark bitter chocolate, who is just as smooth, supple and soft between your lips?
He tastes like clean anywhere I place my tongue. Everywhere I place my tongue.
Up and along the vein on the insides of his thighs, I stop to suck on the flesh of his stomach.
I take those huge, heavy nuts into my mouth. They’re so soft, I run my check against his legs, and he smells of baby powder and tastes of freshly showered body.
Sometimes, he glides his body across mine, and it is during this time that I wonder if I feel as good to him as he does to me.
When he climbs between my legs and breathes on my pussy, I nearly come from the heat of his mouth.
He looks at my pussy as he asks me “Who’s been in my pussy!?”
I look up and answer him truthfully, “I touched it.”
He sneers at me, still distrustful after all this time.
He pulls my clit between those pretty lips. Electricity is shooting through my legs. He sticks his face in my pussy and digs his tongue deep into my hole.
I can feel him sucking the juice from deep within me.
He kisses long.
He kisses deeply but will pull away. I can’t get enough of his mouth. He keeps his eyes open with that darkness he shines and watches me as I lift up my round hips to meet his face. I reach forward and grab his head; I take him in further.
He wants to see me lose control. I watch him for as long as I can until I’m lost in the first orgasm of many to come.
His eyes shine with the reflection of the candles surrounding our bed. I see his tongue flicking at my big clit, I hear him sucking my juice.
He moans at the joy of wetness trickling out of me.
Its tastes so good to him…is what he says.
His arms are strong because he works with his hands. He lifts me up by my thighs and buries his face in my ass.
I used to fight him when he tried to sucks my asshole, but now I know better, he makes me feel things that I never even thought possible.
He climbs up my body and pushes me back on the pillows. He squats on my chest and pulls and pinches my nipples as I slide his dick in my mouth.
I use my hands to stroke his dick. I love sucking his dick; it’s hard and thick in my mouth. His cock is throbbing hard, for me and because of me. I love his body’s reaction to mine.
He grabs my hair and holds me still while he fucks my face. I gag a little as he pushes his dick down my throat.
I don’t know how to deep throat yet; he is training me to do so.
He rolls off of me and onto his back.
I move quickly on top of him. I turn my back to him and position myself directly over his dick. I look over my shoulder at him as I slide him between my long pussy lips.
I must slow grind on him at first, if I take too long he’ll impale me. He can’t slide all the way in because my pussy is tight, if I’m not wet enough, I’ll hurt him and myself.
My pussy is ALWAYS tight unless he has been fucking me three or four times a night, night after night. He does that too sometimes.
I grind his dick into me and rotate my hips; I can feel him rubbing against my walls. I can feel his head bounce off the edge of my uterus. I rub my fingers along the shaft of his dick then use the juices to tease my clit into a frenzy.
My clit stretches forward with each inside thrust. I pinch it between my fingers and rub it from the slit. I move my finger just on the underside of it and tease my body from the inside out.
I bounce and stroke my clit in rhythm until I cum in rivulets that now pool on his stomach. I watch his legs shake and his toes curl; I turn almost completely around and stroke his face until I feel his cock tighten.
Reaching forward, I am careful to not scratch him as I remove myself in enough time to watch white cream erupt and drip down his glistening dick.
I back up and grind my drenched pussy onto his face as I lick up every last drop of what is left of our love making.
I love nothing more than the taste of Brown Sugar.