BWWM Interracial Romance 5: Love After Halftime (7 page)

Joe ignored her, hands sliding up to either side of her waist and clinging tight as he began to kiss and suck her swollen clit, teasing and tempting it until she began to pant and whimper and squirm. “Don’t you make me come in my own kitchen, Joe!” she teased between squeals of approaching delight. “Don’t you… don’t you…”

The words disappeared, swallowed by the massive wave of rolling ecstasy that thrilled and filled her entire body. She gasped and bucked and showered Joe with a most fragrant musk as she came, gloriously and copiously, responding to his fervent attentions and reaching to run her fingers through his dirty brown curls. Thus encouraged, Joe teased her again and again and again, until she began to sweat and grow hoarse from the low-pitched squeals that filled the kitchen.

“Damn you,” she stammered, shaking her head as he rose on unsteady feet and slid his fragrant lips against her own. She tasted her own sweet musk and panted with desire, Joe taking her down long, lazy, sinful roads she never thought she’d travel – least of all with him.

“Now,” he growled, taking her hand and tugging her from the kitchen. “We’ll need that bed for what I have planned for you.”

“Oh no,” she said, taking the lead and lustily lying, face down, on her big white bed. “You’ve already pleased me, Joe. Let me please you…”

He chuckled and slid beside her, lying on the bed and dampening her already slick skin with more velvet kisses. “I could stare at this body all night,” he murmured as he pressed his lips against the delicate skin between her shoulder blades. “But I’d rather mount it.”

She squirmed with his dirty talk, heart still pounding from his amazing oral, her body on fire as he gently rose and, just as gently, slid atop her. He was so strong and thickly muscled, his skin tight and thick against her own.

She ground her ass greedily against him, eager for him inside of her, desperate to be ridden and filled and pressed deep and wet into her soft white sheets. As usual, Joe did not disappoint. Using her slick wetness from multiple orgasms, Joe slid inside her with a soft, gentle moan.

She spread her legs for him, arching and angling herself slightly to drag him deeper, hotter, harder, and wetter inside. He quickly complied, filling her until his pelvis rested against her round, generous derriere.

“Mmmmm,” she cooed, faced down, ass up in the sheets, allowing the scene to play out as he lay wedged deep inside of her. Merely by shifting himself slightly, so slightly, she could feel his veiny staff wriggle and throb within. It was an exquisite sensation, sheer bliss inside her glistening hot cave, and one that threatened to find her heaving, bucking and coming once more.

But Joe had other plans for the moment, grabbing each tender cheek of her ass and grinding deeper, mining her depths as she grunted and panted and he began to thrust in earnest. His athletic prowess and masculine stamina found him pumping away as if the night had no end. Sweat dripped from his body onto hers as Marlene gasped and cursed, her voice unrecognizable, the words salty and fierce as he thrust and pumped and fucked her into the dampening white sheets.

He never altered his pace, never toyed or teased with her. He was her machine, thick and hot and hard and wet, thrusting away as she began to pant and drool beneath him. She had never been taken so thoroughly, so steadily, before, so that despite having climaxed to infinity in the kitchen she felt the heat and the pressure and the steady, pulsing rhythm bring her close to ecstasy once more.

It didn’t hurt that Joe’s size, inside and out, meant that the more he pulsed and thrust, the more Marlene’s swollen mound rasped along the twisted, sodden sheets. Each rasping drag, each velvet thrust, ground down upon her weeping bud. She clung to the sheets, laying prone beneath him, as Joe thrusted in and out until he began to pant and moan.

“Come on, baby,” she urged him, using a voice as sweet and sultry as her dark, sexy skin – just the way he liked it. “Oh yes, baby…”

She would have said more, and wanted to, if only the shuddering climax hadn’t taken her by surprise at that very moment, drawing the breath from her mouth as her legs, trembling beyond control, spasmed beneath Joe’s relentless fiery thrusts. The heat from his energetic pounding grew more and more intense, until even he couldn’t take it anymore.

He grunted and gasped and slid from her, kneeling on the edge of the bed with one knee as he stroked his powerful, veiny, blistering cock with his right hand. “Let me, baby,” she said, rolling over and taking him in hand. She almost burned her fingers! She’d never felt a prick so hot, wet, thick or veiny in her life. Her satin hands stroke his hard, pink cock until he gasped and bit his lower lip, spraying her trembling belly with a gusher of goo that splashed and slid along her sweaty black skin.

He smirked, looking almost embarrassed at his manly enthusiasm. She winked and licked her fingers clean before he sank by her side, both of them lying in the damp, twisted sheets as they panted and sweated and tried to catch their breath.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman,” he chuckled, shaking the whole bed as he scooped her up in his big arms and held her close. A big woman herself, Marlene always appreciated the fact that Joe could make her feel so small.

“But what a way to go,” she murmured as he began to breathe more steadily at her back. “And seeing as I’m about to have a damn heart attack any minute, at least we’ll go out with a bang!”

“Not yet,” he growled, drawing her even closer as their sticky bodies clung to one another. “I’ve got big plans for you this weekend.”

“Not again,” she gasped, collapsing with laughter as his calloused hands absently rubbed her soft belly. “I can’t survive another sex marathon with you.”

“Too bad,” he grumbled drowsily. “You should have never let me in. Now good luck kicking me out.”

She sighed. “Well, you’ll have to leave when the food runs out I suppose…”

“Correction,” he murmured, kissing the back of her neck and making her wilt all over again. “I can live off love for at least 48-hours. And after that, well Merl, I guess I’ll just have to feast on that fiery furnace between your legs.”

“What? Gross, Joe!”

“You didn’t think it was so gross about an hour ago,” he reminded her, hands sliding from her skin as he rolled, gently over, smacking his lips with pleasure and growing heavy with sleep.

She chuckled and joined him, shutting her eyes and sighing contentedly as the adrenaline of multiple orgasms and Joe’s orgasmic thrusting left her more tired than she could ever remember. Still, it was a good tired, a good night, and a good ending to what could have ended poorly. Now Marlene had resolved both issues in one fell swoop: Tina was no longer mad at her and here Joe was, lying nestled in her bed, fast asleep from the best sex she’d ever had.

And that was saying something, considering the long weekend in their past, and the one still in their future. Closing her eyes as sleep overtook her, drifting down and deep into a most relaxed state, Marlene smiled and sighed her last, before the darkness came and brought her closer to Joe, even in sleep.

The End

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