Amaka moaned deeply as I dug
my tongue deep into her wet
mound of sweetness, twirling
her hips and arching her back,
urging me on. I held her legs
firmly and concentrated on taking her to the heights of
another climax. She kept calling
my name, and telling me how
much she loved me and wanted
me to fuck her. My rod was
extremely hardened beneath me, roughly grazing the duvet
which covered Amaka’s bed. We hadn’t even bothered about
soiling it. Whenever I nibbled at
her bulging clitoris, she moaned
louder and tried to push my
head away with her hand, while
her feet kept me in position and made sure I continued. I could
sense her climax approaching
when she started saying
gibberish with “oh my god, oh
my god, oh my god” the only
words I could make out from what she was saying. Then I
knew it was time to plunge in. I
quickly brought my enraged
boner to that wetness between
her legs and slowly guided my
shaft into her. Then with one quick thrust all of me was inside
of her. She gasped then, and
her cum spilled from her. her
body jerked and vibrated, her
coochie walls clenched tight
against my manliness as her climax swept over her. A tear rolled down her left eye,
both were clenched shut, her
fingers dug deep into my back
as she urged me to thrust
harder into her. I slammed as
hard as I could. Sweat dropped from my forehead and dropped
on her breasts. Those beauties.
I bent my head and sucked on
her tout nipples. The contact of
my groin against hers let out a
delicious sound. Amaka’s moans had become soft sobs,
she truly was in love with me. I
liked her a lot, but Joe had
never really fallen in love with
anybody. “Baby lie down let me ride you”
She told me. I obliged. This time pushing the
duvet aside and resting on the
soft bed while Amaka held my
cock and stroked it a coupled of
times, massaging my knob and
giving me a sweet sensation. Then she lay on my body, her
boobs on my chest, looking into
my eyes. I pushed her stray
hairs to the side and brought
her face to mine. I kissed her.
She then sat up, with my rod already in her and began to
move slowly on me, with both
hands caressing my chest,
playing with my nipples. The
sight of her on me always drove
me crazy. We’d been fucking for a couple of months now but
each time kinda felt like the first
time. I reached gehind and
grabbed her soft asscheeks.
Massaging and kneading. I
moved my hips beneath her, trying to sync the rhythm of our
bodies. Her eyes had glazed all
over again and her mouth was
open like she wanted to speak
but there were no words
forthcoming. I groaned as I felt my dick
tightened by the walls of her
orifice. She knew how best to
pleasure me like this. I closed
my eyes and gnarled my teeth,
waiting for that wave of pleasure to hit me. Amaka
fastened her pace ontop of me,
going faster and faster, It felt
like my dick was going to get
damaged if she went any
faster, but I didn’t care. At that moment she leaned forward to
kiss me again as her booty
slammed from up and down on
me, the sweet slapping sounds
driving me nuts…and I burst my
nuts. My load travelling all the way up into her very womb. I
screamed as I grabbed her ass
and pounded her from beneath
until I lost every ounce of
energy in my body. Amaka collapsed on the bed
beside me, and cuddled me.
She held my jaw and looked
into my eyes. “I love you, Joe.” Her eyes
were quite sincere when she
said those words. “I love you too.” I lied. I was having a shower at my
place when I heard my phone
ring. I ignored it. I couldn’t leave
the shower. The phone kept
ringing. The caller was
persistent. I left the shower, water still pouring and grabbed
a towel. I cleaned my face and
a bit of my body and walked to
where I’d dropped my phone.
Lynda. 5 missed calls. Just as I
was about to drop the phone and return to the shower it
began to ring again. Lynda
calling. I considered the phone
for a couple of seconds before
swiping to the right. “Yes?” I answered with an
uninterested tone. “Jonathan, for how long will you
avoid me?” “Who says I’m avoiding you?” “Please don’t give me that
bullshit. Haven’t you been
seeing my calls? My texts? On
whatsapp and bbm? I even
wrote you a letter. A bloody
letter!” I laughed. She actually did that. “So it’s funny now abi?” “Hey, Lynda. Since you’ve seen
that I’m ignoring you why do
you still bother yourself about
me? Isn’t it as clear as day that
I’m not interested in any kind of
communication with you? I shouldn’t even have picked this
call.” “Oh… so you didn’t want to pick
my call enh? Okay, now that
you did, I have some good
news for you, Mister.” “What do you mean?” I asked,
trying to figure out what it could
be. “I’m three weeks old with your
baby, Jonathan. And I’m not
getting rid of it.” She cut the call after that and all
I could do was look at the
phone like I was a caveman
who just discovered
technology. I spent the evening at a bar,
drinking and thinking about what
Lynda had said. 70. No. 85% of
my brain told me she was lying.
She just wanted us to get back
together. But I didn’t want her. I never really cared about her
that much. She was just
another ‘should have been a
fling but things kinda escalated’
girl to me. She said she wasn’t
getting rid of it, like that was a threat that would have me come
knocking at her door and
begging her on my knees? I
chuckled and took another swig
at my bottle of Heineken. The
loud music and constant intake of alcohol drowned my thoughts
soon enough and I forgot about
Lynda. Whenever I got tipsy, it was
Amaka I thought about. I
suddenly had developed an
erection as I thought about our
intimate sex that morning. How
she’d looked at me and told me she loved me. I shouldn’t have
lied to her. I clenched my fist at
the thought of doing to Amaka
what I’d done to so many other
ladies. I was suddenly angry at
myself. I took one long drink from the bottle of beer till I
drained it. I needed something
stronger so I asked for shots of
whisky. After downing a couple
and one more, my head felt
lighter. And then I turned around and noticed the lady who’d been
staring at me. She was
beautiful. Her eyes held a
knowing look. Like she knew
what I’d been thinking. Then I looked down at my
crotch and saw that my bulge
was actually showing. I
crossed my legs and looked
back at her and saw that she
was smiling and shook her head slightly. I knew then that I
was going to end up fucking her
that night. An hour later we were both
talking and laughing as I told
drunken jokes. She had a
lovely personality. She wasn’t
as drunk as I was but I could
tell she was an adventurous type. She asked me why I tried
to hide my boner and I laughed
and told her it really wasn’t for
public view. My cue was when
she said she wished she could
see more of it, with a hint in her eyes. I gulped down the
remnant of my umpteenth bottle
of beer that night and stood up,
feeling a bit woozy but firm on
the ground. I offered her my hand, a half
smile on my lips and a “come
on let me take you to my place
and wreck your pussy” look on
my face. She hesitated a bit,
but took my hand and stood up. She was quite tall, and elegantly
dressed. I put an arm around
her waist and led her out. She
said I wasn’t in any condition to
drive and said we were going to
have to use her car. I agreed. On the ride home, I had two of
my fingers lodged in her
coochie the whole time. I really
was going to enjoy that night. Please Drop Your
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