“That lil’ pussy got some power in it. That lil’ pussy got some power in it. Super soaker, need a towel for it. Drippin’ on me like a showerhead” -Power by Kevin Gates

The solemn look on his face told me everything that I needed to know. His anger was extremely clear to the entire neighborhood of FernValley as he stood in the doorway attempting to deny my entrance into the house that he shared with his brother. Too many devious thoughts rushed through my mind, clouding my judgement, causing me to see this man as irresistible while wondering why he’d step out waring only his gym shorts and Nike slides. My eyes drifted to his V-Line and subsequently to my harden friend.  

My lady moistened in response, dripping with full desire for this one man that was refusing my entrance into the house that I once called a whorehouse. If only for a few minutes I hoped he’d break the rules just for me. He missed me, despite his effort at turning me away, his body had responded in the same exact way that mine had. We missed each other. Eventually he noticed how none of his anger filled goodbye speech meant anything to me as I stepped closer, gently stroking his V-Line while asking coyly, “A kiss before I go?” 

The corner of his lips jerked. I knew what the answer would be. Another attempt at trying to hide his true feelings as he sighed and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer into his embrace and whispered, “Last time.” 

A sense of triumph came over me as he stepped backwards into the house. Each stop filled with kisses of ecstasy guiding are down the hallway to his bedroom. Not a second longer and I had already ripped out of every piece of article of clothing that I had on. He smirked, fully entertained at the scene displayed before him. His truest intentions now shining clear as ever as he walked up to me passionately kissing me into his bed of love. Mischievous and playful is what I adored about the man and with me he allowed his naughty side to take over. He peeled out of his gym shorts and stood up completely naked, in all of his magnificent glory. 

My lady purred as I watched him slowly stroking his Mandingo warrior. He chuckled and stated, “You can’t keep popping up like this.” 

I nodded eagerly without saying a word, knowing that in a matter of days, I’d be popping up again for another ‘last time.’ As soon as he placed his index and middle finger within me, his thumb and two fingers massaged my clit forcing me to bite down on my bottom lip. A well known addiction. My obsession with this man was no secret to the neighbors and especially not his brother from the many times that I’ve been forced to be a bit quieter because his brother has to get up extremely early in the morning. The obvious that seems to escape my mind from the touch of his hands on my body.  

Suddenly he had pulled me to the edge of the bed and slowly glided his pulsating Mandingo warrior inside of me until every inch of his thickness filled me up, stretching me completely out, sending electrifying thrills of pleasure coursing through my body. Uncontrollable shivers from the only man that knew how to properly please me. That knew at any given moment, I’d be ringing his doorbell begging for more of his sweet loving. Slow and steady were his strokes. He was simply warming up. Soon the true beast would emerge. I placed my hands around the back of his head bringing his face closer to mine. Light pecks quickly turned into gentle nibbles on his bottom lip trailing to his earlobe and down his neck onto his chest.  

Within his moans, he whispered, “Is this what you wanted baby?” 

Barely able to respond, I simply stutter, “Y y y y yesssss.” 

A low growl escaped from his lips as his strokes sped up. Just as we kissed once more, he pulls out and switches up to what he has claimed has his favorite position. In reality it was mine and he had yet to see all of the many different ways I wanted to express my love to him in this armless dining room chair. Of course, he wasn’t ready for the cowgirl workout I had concocted in my mind as he waited anxiously for me to straddle him in a position, he had learned how to take control in.  

Confusion rested on his face as I turned around and mounted my Mandingo warrior in reverse cowgirl. With my legs spread wide and my hands planted firmly on his thighs, I bounced for the gold as well as his soul. I knew I already had his heart. The tingling sensation from the way his hand slapped my ass cheek while his other hand palmed my breasts resulted in me sitting up straight, arching my back to feel his Mandingo warrior effortlessly rearrange my insides. It wasn’t long before he was pushing my thick thighs together and my arch become a wave of orgasmic pleasure. Without missing a beat, I turned my head to the left and spoke softly, “You like this?” 

In a low and raspy voice, he replied, “Yes baby.” 

As soon as I was about to twerk him into submission, he grabbed both of my wrists, pulling my arms behind me as he stood up unlocking a new position for us to reminisce on later. The beast had fully emerged. I was done for. Vigorously, he rammed his Mandingo warrior swelling up my walls until I moaned out loudly probably fully disturbing the entire neighborhood and especially his brother’s peaceful slumber. The louder I moaned, the harder he rammed as if he wanted to spilt me in half. A single tear formed and slid down my cheek while my mouth hung open wide, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. 

A pleasure I would gladly offer to pay for. If he wanted to rip both arms off, I would happily oblige. Within an instant, he had let go of my arms and started digging his fingertips into my hips. Harder and faster, he went with beads of sweat dripping on to the small of my back. I placed my hands on the floor for a bit of support when he stopped his strokes and instantly my legs went limp. There my harden Mandingo friend bobbed up and down so beautifully in his hand as he stroked once more with a smirk. While placing my hands on the back of his thighs, he begins to stroke my throat as hums of pure joy escaped from within me. 

The back of his hand gently brushed against my cheek as he said, “Damn, you’re beautiful.” Just as pulled out of my throat, he had blasted his load all over my face, using his Mandingo warrior to rub it around my cheeks and into my mouth as I thought to myself, ‘Damn, I love this man!’ 

For John & Makayla

Excerpt from KC’s Emporium of Wet Dreams