Chapters (43)
- WAHIDA CLARK PRESENTS:
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Wahida Clark on Mental and Behavioral Health
He shut the door, but I opened it back as I remained facing it. The door play was the least of his worries now that his hands caressed my ass. I closed my eyes. My throat was dry. I was frozen in place. I had dreamed and fantasized about him doing exactly what he was doing this very minute. In my fantasy, we were in our home together and in love. But we were in Shanghai playing a dangerous game.
“It feels so real.” He was palming all over it. “These fake asses usually are hard?”
“It is real.” My voice trembled.
His hands glided up to my breasts.
“These were fine too. Why, Charli?”
Oh, my heavens. His fingers were roaming all over my breasts. He was now pressed up against my ass and he had an erection. And for once I was at a loss for words. The only sounds that escaped my lips were moans.
“I’m trying to stop, but you feel too damn good.” He flipped up my bra and turned me around, palming my left breast roughly as he bent over and began to suck on my nipple.
“What . . . not now. No. I mean . . . Oh yessss, Trae.” I shivered. The flimsy lace of my panties was no obstacle as he used his fingers to rip them off and slid three inside my wetness and began to vigorously finger fuck me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
TRAE
“Trae Macklin, you have me so wet.” Charli was trembling as she cocked her legs wider. I was fingering the shit out of her pussy, trying to make her come so I wouldn’t have to fuck her. I could hear Tasha screaming in my head, “Did you fuck her? Did you fuck her?”
“Fuck me, Mr. Macklin. Fuck me now. I swear to you, I will give you whatever you ask of me,” she whispered. Her goons were right outside. “I promise you. You have my loyalty. Fuck me now.”
Damn.
I turned her around and picked her up, laid her on the cold bathroom floor. I entered her in one powerful thrust. She let out a squeal.
“Give me all of my dick. I need this so bad,” she urged, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Give me all of my dick.”
I untangled her legs and placed them over my shoulders and got in the push up position. I continued pounding the pussy, making sure she got every inch. “Oh, shit!” I gritted.
“I love you so much. I swear I do.” We both came at the same time as we heard pounding on the bedroom door.