Page 44 of Brown Sugar
Why do we have to go back to pretending there’s nothing between us?
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers.
I tip her chin up so I can kiss her lips and mutter, “So are you, princess.”
Feet back on the ground, we find an Indian restaurant like she’s insisted. Over the next hour and a half, we dine on naan, samosas, butter chicken, and vindaloo that practically makes steam come out of my ears.
Kiana breaks out in bright giggles as she hurries to pour me water from the pitcher on the table.
“Goliath, that’s on a heat level of two. Really?”
I cough, draining the glass. “I told you I have the taste buds of a White guy. What more do you want from me?”
She giggles some more. “You are cute with your ears red.”
“And tears coming out of my eyes?” I choke.
“I’ll kiss it better.”
“Believe me, princess, you’re going to make up for it later.”
I hold her to that vow.
No less than an hour later, when we finally do return to her hotel suite, I’ve got her twisted up in a pretzel. She’s half upside down as I tilt her lower half up toward me and my mouth waters at how close her pussy is.
She’s glistening for me. Just how I like to see a pussy as pretty as hers.
I swipe my tongue and taste her juices.
It’s only the start of pleasure that comes in waves over the next hour. I eat her out like she’s my dessert for the night, making her squirt all over again, holding her curvy little body as she trembles.
Then I’m whipping out my cock and slipping inside the tight silk that’s ruling my mind. Her pussy erases any other thoughts from my head. I’m sheathed in the definition of pleasure as I sink in and husk out a deep, throaty sound.
Kiana might as well be a playful kitten the way she mewls and moves with me.
I have no fucking clue what her asshole ex was complaining about. It just goes to show he was wrong for her.
With me, she’s wild and passionate in bed. She’s kissing me and groping me like she can’t get enough of the moment. Her pussy ripples around my cock and makes me even more feral than I already am.
When we switch positions and I’m taking her from behind, she throws it back as good as she receives. I groan and smackthe palm of my hand into her ass. The bed shakes around us, convincing me we could break it if we go any harder.
Panting and dripping sweat, we do.
We squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of each other ’til we’ve got nothing left.
Kiana orgasms with a choked cry. I spread her ass cheeks to watch my cock disappearing deep inside her swollen little pussy and then do the same—my orgasm blows through me so strongly, I’m reeling for a few seconds.
I collapse on top of her, forgetting the basics like what time it is and year we’re in.
…and that I’m well over two hundred pounds and can squash her like a bug.
“Fuck,” I pant, rolling over. “Sorry, princess. But… fuck… you make me lose control.”
She curls into me with a smirk. “I came twice. Pretty sure I could say the same thing about you.”
“Only twice? We’ve got to get those numbers up.”
We laugh, snuggling close in the sweat-soaked sheets.