by Kelly, Marie
He grabbed a handful of her hair weave and shoved his dick in her mouth, going so deep that her eyes moistened with tears as she fought to not choke. Polo was unmerciful, but Star had learned to love every bit of his carnal lovemaking. Suppressing her gag reflex, she sucked his dick like a starved slave, even as he continued jamming it between her jaws, forcing himself down her throat. Polo’s loving-making was brutal at times.
He feverishly fucked her mouth like she was a porn-star, and Star struggled to keep up, hoping he didn’t realize her struggle. That hope flew out the window when he suddenly stopped. His entire expression had changed. He stood above her wearing a grimace that resembled the face people made when they had a toothache. Pulling her head back, he growled at her, disciplining as if she were a child.
“Watch them muthafuckin’ teeth, bae! Damn, you bout to ’decapitate a nigga’s dick head. Go slow, suck hard, and keep that shit wet. You do this right, and you ain’t gotta worry about me ever bringin’ in another bitch. You feel me?”
Her eyes stretched wide, and she nodded. The last thing she wanted to do was make Polo have to go to someone else to get what she couldn’t provide. If she couldn’t please him sexually like he wanted, what good was she? Any bitch in the hood could ride around town and collect money from his trap spots. She tried to keep her lips from quivering as she listened intently to him.
“Now, when I bust this nut, I want you to catch it in your mouth. All of it. Then suck that shit up like a vacuum, mouth closed tight. Okay?”
Star obediently nodded her head. Hesitant at first, she reached out and stroked his dick vigorously then spit on it and massaged it with her hands. Serving him with long, deep passionate strokes, she couldn’t help but notice when his neck snapped back like whiplash with each stroke. She saw his face twitch and heard him make some type of bestial, crude sound.
She licked the rim of the head, making his toes curl. The taut, ripped muscles in his six-pack coiled as they contracted, glistening with their sweat as well as the sweet juice from her body. He was primed and ready.
Star took him back in her mouth, only this time she got down on her knees. His obsession would be her advantage; if he wanted her to be a slave for him, that’s exactly what she’d be. He eased his dick down her throat, nearly sucking the wind from her lungs. Not only did she manage not to gag, she was able to keep up with each powerful thrust, keeping her mouth tight and her throat long just as he’d instructed. Looking up, she saw the expression on his face, twisted up with euphoria, as his enormous dick slithered like a black serpent even deeper down her throat.
“Got-muthafuckin-shit-damn! You can suck a dick, ma. Shiiiiitt!”
He emptied into her, and she sucked hard, swallowing simultaneously until she’d drained every bit of him. Feeling victorious, Star pulled her mouth from him, leaving a dribble of salacious slob dangling from his pulsating limb. He was still rock hard.
“Damn,” he admonished with a teasing smile. “You can work a fuckin’ miracle once you pull back them piranha teeth.”
The heat of embarrassment singed her cheeks. “Whatever, nigga,” she shot back, rolling her eyes as she smiled back at him.
Reaching out, she pressed her index finger hard against his throbbing pole and then let go, watching in awe when it bounced back at her as if it were attached to springs.
“My shit still hard as fuck,” Polo mumbled as he grabbed it in his hands.
Star lifted one brow and glanced up at him, still sitting on her knees with her round ass poised against the heels of her feet. She pressed her finger into it again, and Polo groaned with a coy smirk.
“I already fucked up the carpet, couch, and your head,” she began, sliding her tongue over her teeth as she teased him. “You want me to fuck up your bed?”
He paused for a minute, looking through the large floor-to-ceiling windows that surrounded them. Polo loved having sex in his living room and bedroom for a reason: Both spaces were completely enclosed by windows. To him, there was nothing more treasured than good pussy and power. Fucking Star on top of one of his bear-skin rugs with the skyline of his city surrounding them allowed him to experience both.
But as he looked down into her eyes, he realized that for the first time in his life, he was willing to put another person’s pleasure above his own. He wanted to please her, and he had no issues with fulfilling her simple request.
“You ain’t gotta ask a nigga twice,” Polo cracked and suddenly scooped her up into his arms, catching her off-guard. Like a groom did a bride on her wedding day, he cradled her in his arms as he carried her up the stairs while pressing his lips passionately against hers.
They made out like lovesick teenagers the entire way up the stairs and enjoyed each other’s bodies all night. With emotions stirring inside of him that he couldn’t explain, Polo made passionate love to Star like she was the only woman in the world that he could ever love.
