ARMAND
Sitting at her kitchen table the next morning while she cooked breakfast, I wasn’t sure what to do. I kept my eyes on the screen of my almost dead phone and tried not to cum from the memory of her mouth on me yesterday. That shit? That shit was some earth-shaking, life-changing kind of goodness.
Damn!
My brain was back at maximum performance, the floating numb feeling gone, and I can admit that I missed it.
A plate appeared before me on the table—soft-cooked bacon and toast with butter, sugar, and jelly. I smiled as I said, “Permission to speak, sir?”
“You may speak, and you may lift your head.”
I looked up, meeting her gaze. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome. Eat up,” she said as she sat across from me with her own plate of food.
About thirty minutes later, I was heading out her front door when her voice stopped me. “Go straight home, and FaceTime me when you get there.”
“Why?” I asked.
She stared at me with one raised eyebrow.
“Um…I meant to say…yes, sir.”
She kissed my cheek and I left. When I made it home, I FaceTimed her, informing her, “I’m here.” I was still tired and more than ready to climb in my bed.
“Good. Now come back,” she ordered.
“Come back where?”
“Where do you think? Where did you just leave from?”
“I…you want me to come back now?”
In response, she did that staring thing.
So I said, “Yes, sir,” walked back out my little home, got in my truck, and drove to her house.
When she let me in, the expression on her face told me all I needed to know. Without a word, I undressed right in her living room and lowered myself to my knees, fixing my eyes on the floor.
ELLA
I wondered if he had any idea how powerful he was in his submission, how I nearly came undone just from seeing this vision of him. Broad shoulders, perfect body, big hands, all sheathed in warm brown skin. He wasn’t only powerful; he was majestic with his head lowered as if awaiting placement of his crown—breathtaking.
“Good boy,” I crooned as I stood over him, threading my fingers through his short dreadlocks. I rounded him, squatting behind him to kiss his bare back, causing him to flinch from the unexpected contact. “You are…so damn fine. You know that?”
“Yes, sir,” he answered.
“Other women have told you that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“A lot of other women?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmmm, do you think of those other women often?”
“Not anymore. I just think of you, sir.”
I smirked. “You catch on fast. Good answer.”
“It’s the truth, sir.”
“I bet it is.”
ARMAND
I was on my back in her bed, wrists and ankles tied to the bed posts with soft rope and a pretty pussy hovering over me. She was squatting over my face as she held onto the headboard and talked shit to me.
“You like this pussy, Armand?” she asked, voice low and husky.
“Yes, sir,” I groaned.
“What do you like about it?”
“It’s-it’s pretty and it smells so good.”
“Does it? You see how wet it is?”
“Y-yes, sir. It’s real wet.”
“You wanna touch it?”
“Oh, hell yeah…sir! Shit!”
“You like to eat pussy, Armand?”
“I’d like to eat your pussy, sir. I wanna eat it bad.”
“I just might let you, but for now…”
Her pussy left my view as she moved from above me, and then she said, “I’m going to cover your eyes.”
“Uh…okay, sir.”
She lifted my head, slipping a black blindfold over my eyes. Out of nowhere. I heard music—something slow and bass-heavy. Whatever it was sounded nice and sexy. It was definitely a vibe.
I lay there for what felt like forever, immobile, blind to my surroundings, and hard as a brick before I felt the bed dip between my legs and her hands on my thighs. Next, I felt her slide down me, cocooning my dick in a pussy so wet and hot and tight that tears sprung into my eyes.
I gasped as she lifted up and slid back down.
“Damn,” she muttered, placing her hands on my chest and kissing my neck, cheeks, and mouth as she rode me. “You feel good, Armand.”
My mouth dropped open as I jerked my hands, forgetting they were bound. I wanted to touch her so damn bad!
“Stop fighting the ropes, Armand.”
I nodded. “Yes…sirrrrr!” I howled.
She stopped, lifting from me and taking her good-ass pussy with her.
Fuck!
My distress left when I felt the warmth of her mouth on me. My ass sank deeper into the mattress as I involuntarily moaned.
“P-permission to speak, sir?” I managed to say.
She let me slide out of her mouth and said, “Speak.”
“Okay…you got some good pussy, sir!”
“Thank you. Better than my head game?”
“No, sir…they’re equally good.”
With her mouth on me again, she hummed, “Mmhmm.”
She sucked and gagged and slurped for a good minute before she stopped, replacing her mouth with her magical pussy and making me whimper, “Oh got damn!”
She kissed me, sharing the taste of her pussy combined with the flavor of my dick, and when she took her mouth from mine, I whined, “I’ma c-c-cum!”
“Not until I say you can, and—” She tweaked my nipple, hard. “—you forgot to say sir. Forget again and I won’t let you talk at all while I’m riding this dick. No talking, no moaning, nothing.”
“Shit! Fuck! Got damn! I’ma cum, sir!”
She lifted up and slammed back down, grunting, “You better the-fuck not!”
“Ohhhhhh, I can’t hold it. I can’t—”
She was gone again, and I lay there breathing hard, chest heaving, toes tingling. “Sir…sir…” I mumbled.
“You’ve got to learn to hold it,” she said. “The longer you hold it, the better the release will feel.”
“Shit, I’m trying, sir. I…help me!”
“I am,” she said, and then…silence. Nothing from her and nothing from me for a good minute until I felt the bed shift and smelled her unique musk right above my nose. Before I could think through what was happening, her pussy was on my face, and my knee-jerk reaction was to lick it. I licked and licked and sucked and sucked and moaned and whimpered and licked and sucked some more as she rode my face and sang my name. She tasted good, sweet, perfect.
I loved this shit.
My dick was still hard but the only thing on my mind was getting her off, and as her ride grew wilder and wilder, I knew I was getting the job done. Then she stiffened, her hands gripping my head. Things had gotten so chaotic that the blindfold had slid up enough for me to see her—head thrown back, mouth hanging open as she rode out her orgasm.
Fucking beautiful.
When she dropped her head, our eyes locked, but neither of us spoke. We stared at each other for a good while, her breathing heavily and me wanting to fill her mouth with her flavor. Finally, I asked, “Can I kiss you, sir?”
In lieu of an answer, she slid down my body, taking my dick and lining it up with her pussy. She slid down on me again, impossibly wet now. Leaning forward, she not only kissed me; she slowly licked her juices off my face and said, “Now you can cum.”
I did, releasing a nut that made me scream until I nearly lost my voice.
ELLA
“Ohhhh, damn! Go, little penguin! You gon’ get fucked up if you don’t—aw, hell! He got him!” Armand rasped. He was giving commentary on a nature documentary as we witnessed a penguin being attacked by a seal.
“You really like these documentaries, huh? I thought it was a joke when I saw you’d listed them as one of your favorites,” I said through a laugh.
“I love this shit, survival of the fittest at its best. Like, everything has its place and purpose in nature. Ain’t nothing personal. It’s all about staying alive, savage or not,” he said.
I rubbed a hand over his head as it lay in my lap, the rest of his body stretched across my sofa. “That makes sense. Hey, you feeling okay? Your ankles, wrists? I can massage them some more.”
He looked up at me and smiled. “I’m good, sir. As long as I can lay here like this, I’m good.”
I lowered my head to kiss his thick lips and said, “Then I’m good, too.”