Courts and Cabals by G.S. D'Moore (best e reader for academics txt) 📕

I finally zeroed in on one object. That object was everything. The world revolved around it. It had the gravity of a black hole. It pulled me toward it, and I didn’t resist; I welcomed it. Her wet lips were inches from my face and they were calling my name.

My tongue shot out, and fought against the latex of her pants to get at her pussy.

“No . . . shit . . .” Xamira’s legs loosened their grip around my throat, and my hands found her hips. I rolled us over and reached up to get a handful of her breasts. “We shouldn’t,” her voice was heavy with need, and the refusal didn’t last long.

She ripped off her sports bra while I yanked down her pants. Her pussy glistened right in front of me, and I dove right in.

I would be the first to admit, I didn’t have a lot of experience with oral, but there was a sudden need that drove me. I slurped, tickled, and flicked Xamira’s clit with my tongue as my fingers came up to massage inside her.

“Gods . . . fuck . . . yes,” Xamira grabbed my head and held it down. “Right there,” she groaned, and bucked her hips to rub herself against my face.

My head was so full of wonderment and awe I could tell she tasted like peaches, and that only made me want her more. I ate her fucking pussy out until her back arched, she let out a scream, and her legs shook as she orgasmed. I felt her walls tighten around my fingers, but I didn’t let up. I would never let up.

My existence was to please her.

She collapsed back to the mat, breathing hard, but I wasn’t done. I pulled my hand out from inside her and hooked a thumb around my pants. My cock was swollen to the point I thought it was going to burst, but that didn’t stop me from trailing kisses along her stomach, breasts, and neck as I crawled up Xamira’s strong, sexy body. I stopped when my tip met her lips and I slowly eased forward.

My cock slowly entered her mouth, and a moan escaped her throat before I filled it with my girth. Slowly at first, but then more forcefully, I started to face fuck her. She gagged time and time again, to the point I thought she was going to puke, but when I started to pulled out, she just grabbed my ass and forced my dick back where it belonged. I don’t know how long it went on, but no matter how much I pounded into her throat; I was no closer to cumming.

Finally, she decided she’d had enough. I practically flew through the air as she tossed me up and onto my back. My cock glistened, covered in her saliva, as she got on top of me and started to back that ass up. Facing away, she slowly lowered herself onto me.

She grabbed my quads for support, and I heard her groan of ecstasy as we finally achieve the penetration we’d both been yearning for. In a classic squat position, with the muscles of her powerful thighs rippling with each motion, Xamira started to fuck me. She slammed her ass down into me harder and harder, to the point I knew I’d be black and blue. I didn’t care. Everything about the world felt right. Being inside her was everything. I didn’t want to fight anymore. I wasn’t worried about the troll. The entire world was Xamira and my dick going balls deep into her every time.

She must love reverse cow girl because she never tried to switch it up. I smacked her ass; grabbed handfuls of her flesh, and forcefully pulled her down as I thrust up with everything I had. She was in a perfect position to tickle my balls, and she fondled them as she road me to the edge.

I felt it coming, and I knew it was going to be huge. She must have felt it too, because she started to pick up the pace and drive harder into me. The slap of my flesh hitting hers was so loud, I didn’t hear the door smash open.

“I’m cumming!” I yelled just as Xamira jumped off of me.

It left me humping nothing but air, but it didn’t matter. I was so far gone I didn’t have any fucking idea what was going on. Cum fountained out of me, arching at least two feet into the air, as I continued thrusting my hips. I grabbed my cock in my hand and kept going, emptying myself all over the gym mat we’d been fighting on minutes before.

“Or was it hours . . . days . . . fuck if I know,” my head was still swimming, and nothing but Xamira’s ass standing next to me mattered.

I reached for it; desperate to feel the mocha flesh in my grip one more time, but she stepped away. A snap echoed through the room, and my vision cleared.

“What . . .” I shook my head back and forth as the light-weight, warm feeling that had permeated my very soul dissolved. “Ow,” I felt tears start to well up when I realized my hips hurt to even move.

My skin was coated in sweat, and it felt like tearing off a Band-Aid as I sat up off the plastic gym mats. Jizz covered my abs and the mat around me, and my cock was red and sore to the point it just looked . . . wrong. I nearly screamed as the worst injury imaginable to a man stared me right in the face.

“Why?” I looked at Xamira, who was still naked and standing off to the side.

Then I noticed Lilith. She looked like she had during the end of the trial. Rage rolled off her, and it looked like