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"Lie down," I say as I sat up before him.

Christian looked skeptical at first, looking at me like I was crazy. I only wanted to suck his dick or try to, since I had definitely never done it before. This would be my first time. Christian was becoming a lot of my first. Not that I had a problem with that. He was definitely my dream guy. Minus the infidelity before we had sex. Since we had, though, I was pretty positive he hadn't been with any other girls. It was just a hunch, and I could never really be sure. There was always a time when we weren't together and lord knows what he did then.

I wanted to trust him one hundred percent, but with our past, it just wasn't possible now. I knew it would take time. However, I knew I was his, and he was mine, and I would always be first over any other woman. Nobody would get that thrill but me. If we had a future and that was saying something. Not because of his infidelity, but because people where I'm from die young. That's why so many people around me grew up fast. We learned to duck fast and we learned the street code. It didn't matter if you were with the shit or not in these streets. You were with it or you might not survive, and the realest don't make it to see thirty. Not without scars, the scars no one could see.

I supposed I was at that point in my life where the scars were real. They were bleeding and no one could see. No one but me. I was having nightmares, for God's sake. Tomorrow I could at least say I had sucked a dick. According to my cousin Nell, her baby daddy had been in every hole she had. I wasn't looking forward losing my virginity in the back door. I imagined it hurt like hell, and she confirmed it. It was at the very bottom of my list of sexual desires and, let's just say, sucking dick was at the top since it seemed easy enough.

When he was stretched out on my full sized bed. I bent down between his legs and looked into his eyes. He looked, for lack of a better work, intrigued. I hoped I wasn't being too forward, but holding back with him had never been my style. He had been eating my pussy for years and this would be my first time giving oral period.

"Don't be scared," I joked, as I pulled his penis out of the waistband of sweats and boxers. He was large. I licked my lips and flicked my tonged out to touch the tip of his cock. He hissed, his fingers gripping my sheets and blanket in a tight grip. Yeah, I thought with a smirked. Easy.

Christian

When she was on her knees before me, I almost lost it. I had fantasized about this moment so many times. In the car, at my house, when I slept on the floor of her room, the shower. I did not know how to ask for head. Most girls just did it. Anna, though, she had never even came close to my dick, not with her mouth. She had always been pensive when she touched me. Seeing her on her knees before me was a dream come true.

She looked like a glowing goddess with the light of the moon on her dark skin. I felt my dick get even harder and closed my eyes. I seriously needed to calm down, but just her breath near me was driving me crazy. She was still fully clothed. I flexed my fingers, resisting the urge to rip every article of clothes she had on from her little body. The first touch of her tonged was gentle, yet it hit like a whip and my hips jerked. I groaned and looked at her again, her mouth full of me, as she held me in her mouth. Her eyes were closed and the reflection of her lashes against her beautiful skin, was captivating. Everything about her fascinated me. She was strong, yet sensitive. Shy but loud. Gentle, but a hard ass as well.

I wanted to wrap her long ponytail around my fingers and teach her the stroke that I liked. I wanted to push to the back of her throat and see if she could take all of me her mouth. I didn't want to scare her, though, and I damn sure didn't want her to stop. So I let her explore. Her tonged was soft and slick, the warmth teasing my senses. Her hands worked up and down my dick as she paid close attention to the head of my cock. Her tight lips were searching until she found the vein at the bottom and began to stroke it. It caused my hip to jerk, which she appeared to like. Since she did it again and again. I was about to come. I didn't know if she was aware of that. I didn't know if she wanted to taste my cum or not.

It took every bit of willpower I had, but I stopped her. In one swift move, I had her standing in front of me, no longer on her knees. I took a second to just look at my woman. She had a pouty face, which I promptly ignored. I was a giver, after all. All she wore were some itty bitty shorts and a skintight tank top. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. Her nipples at eyes level, were hard and pointy. It did something different to me to see that she enjoyed giving me head. I bet if I touched between her legs she would be hot and ready.

I looked past her chest to her slender neck. There lined a gold chain, no charm, just a chain. In the dark, with only the moonlight to see the gold chain twinkled against her dark skin. Her lips, swollen from their recent adventure, were slightly parted. Her eyes, half hooded as she looked down at me. Last time we had sex had been her first time. I was gentle with her, but I regretted not taking the time to really look at her.

While Anna had been a virgin, I was not. Although Anna had my heart, it was my mom's best friend who took my virginity. It had been that week I had lost my mind a little. That week, my mom had thought she could keep me away from Anna. Ever since I fucked her friend, I had fallen down a slippery slope. I hadn't gone without sex in a long time. While I had sex with other bitches, my soul was securely in the palm of Anna's hands. Those chicks were not a factor. I kept them far away from my girl.

Except that crazy bitch DaVita. She made it a habit of popping up where I was and it was irking my soul. I had fucked around and got her pregnant, or so she said. I made it clear I had no love for her. She had gotten an abortion, probably hoping to pull some emotion from me. She didn't know the only person I showed that side to be Anna. I cut her off. Since my first time with Anna, I had cut all the hoes off. If her clingy ass didn't get it together, she was going to be added to the short list of problems, and I wouldn't feel bad about it at all.

However, whenever I was with another girl I felt bad, for Anna anyway. That was how I knew she was the one. When we were together, I believed in that light at the end of the tunnel. I saw a way out that I only saw with her. I jumped as his small hands wrapped around my dick, stroking me. I guessed she was tired of waiting for me to bust a move.

Her hands were cold around me, but that didn't deter my raging hard on. When she ran her palms down and up just right, I was almost a goner. I abruptly grabbed her hand, shaking my head as I placed her hand on my shoulders.

"Keep them there," I said, praying that she didn't have a problem with me being a little bossy, but she was driving me crazy.

"Why?" She asked. "I want to touch you, too."

I whiffed my head, "As nice as that sounds baby, I would like to not come in five minutes tonight." Still holding her hands at my shoulders, I slowly released them. Repeating, "Keep them there."

At the small nod of her head, I completely release her hands. I placed my hands on her hips and just looked at her. She probably thought I was weird. Her standing in front of me, ready and willing, while I only wanted to look. More than anything, I wanted her to enjoy tonight. My dilemma was on how to achieve slow and steady when I wanted nothing but to take her hard and fast.

Taking my time, I undressed her. Trailing my fingers around the hem of her shorts, I yanked them down quickly. She wore no panties and my mouth watered at the sight of her dark curls on display. I wanted so badly to taste her, but not as much as I wanted to just see her naked with just that chain on.

Anna

He pulled my shirt over my head, and he continued to just stare at me. I felt exposed. I was entirely naked. It was dark in my room and the moonlight coming into my window. It made everything seem to glow. He wasn't naked. He was still wearing his wife beater and his sweats. His Penis was still standing at attention. He looked like he was trying to memorize every feature of my body. He was staring at my chain. It was an old piece of jewelry, but it was all that I had on.

Standing bare in front of him, I wondered what his next move was. I knew this would not be slow like the last time. As if to prove my point, he ran his fingertips from my ankles to my hips, light as a feather. I shivered, wanting him to touch me in the right place. He never broke eye contact as he touched everywhere but where I wanted him to. He squashed my ass, and a groan came from my throat, deep and needy. He was trying to make me lose my mind.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying his teasing, before finally touching my pussy. It was instant gratification as he slid fingers up my slit, then down so slowly. I moaned low as his fingered entered me, first one, then two at the same time his teeth latched onto my breast. He licked and sucked one nipple until it hurt and I didn't think I could take anymore. Head thrown back, I whimpered as he switched to my other nipple, giving it just as much attention. The whole time, his fingers moved at a much slower pace down below. My fingers moved to his hair. I fingered his braids as he drove me crazy. The sensations humming through my body went far beyond simple pleasure. What I was feeling was desperation and need, raw sexual need. I felt I needed him more than I needed to breathe.

Soon he was picking me up as if I weighed nothing, and lowered me onto his stiff cock. I was still a tight fit and the momentary pain stole my breath. Then his lips were at my throat as he eased inside me. He nibbles my ear and sucked at my earlobe. "Ride me baby," He whispered on a groan.

I forgot about the pain, his low rumble going straight to my clit. I moaned. My walls tightened around him, causing him to groan in my ear. "That's right baby," he panted. "Take it all." Causing another groan to slip from us both as I tightened my walls again. My pussy was loving the attention.

He took my lips as he thrust up at the same time he slammed me down onto his cock. My scream died as his lips worked mine. He ate at my mouth, sucking my tonged in to his as he started a slow thrusting into me. The scream became a moan of pleasure. Christin wrapped an arm around my back, the other going to my ponytail, to pull my head back.

He was back working the exposed skin at my throat, the strokes of his tonged slow and lazy, as were the strokes as his one arm lifted me slowly up and down. His movements deliberately driving into a frenzy. My nipples were rubbing against his chest with every movement, the friction driving my hips to start their own slow rotation. The rocking of my hips only added to the heightened sensitivity of my body. His lips were the last straw. He bit down hard on my bottom lip and I shattered. My pussy convulsed around his cock as I came harder than when I masturbated. My body tensed up with my orgasm, but he continued to ram into me, prolonging the pleasure.

His hand around my back came to cover my mouth as all kinds of praise fell from my lips. I could hear the bed squeak as I came back to earth. Our movements MORE controlled. I wasn't sure if he had come. I hoped he had. I didn't have the strength for much more. I felt so weak.

In one swift movement, my back hit on the floor. His dick, still inside me, was still hard. I looked at him, confused. Were we going to do it again?

Christian smiled and said, "We aren't done yet, Anna." Then he lifted my leg onto his shoulder. He kissed my ankle before going deeper than I thought possible. Round two was better than round one, but nothing compared to round three.