Adventures of Bobby The Yoruba Demon 16

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I knew I was pissed with her but I needed her. Oh bloody hell. Jasmine looked so smooth and alluring in the dark. And her cotton streak hung loosely over her shoulders. And then there was her bosom. When she had fallen against me when I asked her to stay with me, they had pressed me down softly. I can’t even believe I am supposed to have these thoughts or say these words. This is supposed to be my best friend; the one who caused my lines to be breached by competing forces. Never before achieved. I, Bobby Romeo Valentino Oludare . The one who fucks and never slumps into that pit of infidelity now has got this huge mess on my hands. I needed to do something when dawn cracks but now, my balls were steamy and needed some grappling moistness and just before me, my fingers were already fiddling with the threads of her panties. Jass was a whole mood on her own. The suppleness of her warm skin filled my head with an instant craving that trumped all else. At that time I remembered one of my very fond quotes: “The best way to avoid temptation is to actually allow yourself to be tempted.”

“Oh Bobby…” Her voice was almost a whisper now. She had to say the words to check her status if she was still here or maybe had floated into delirium , a bloated Dreamland filled with passion stones and bubbly lust. But she was here. In the arms of the man she loves.

“Make love to me champ,” she continued. “Our Stars may never align but I will hold on to these memories forever. These solemn moments of us. Drive me to the highest point of ecstacy. From there, I’ll never be alone.”  Those words breathed upon my face as I let slip her night gown beholding her silkiness against the ocean of blue and red reflections.

I nibbled on her coffee nipples gently and ravenously. Moving my right index and thumb around it in a circular pattern, fiddling and flirting. Konji na bastard. As if Jass knew even with closed eyes, she extended a hand to feel my crotch, now hard and ready to wreak sweet havoc. But her hands had an effect on everything I had never thought possible. Jass was inciting and letting her hands linger until she propped up aright and moved to free my member from the cage. This is really becoming something. It was damn too cold here with the air conditioner at optimal function but we couldn’t also deny just how hot we were. Sizzling sensations caressing our passionate communion in droves. The trigger kicked in when she peeled out the penis and stroked it tenderly for a while until she was ready to put the monkey where her mouth is.

Her soft lips danced and suckled on it, causing me some sweet dizziness and gasps. She knew the zones and left no balls unturned as she scooped and massaged. I tugged at her then like an actor in Pornhub. I have oftentimes asked myself why we now tug their hairs. Are we responding to stimuli or we are just proving to ourselves that we love to practise what we breach? Well, I don’t know. Now, it’s about moans and ecstacy. Psychology can come later. While she suckled, I lent a few fingers through her back coaxing and pleasing. And hell, I loved the sound she made. But, there was something I still couldn’t pull off my thoughts and that only goes to prove something: I was changing. I wished this whole act was with someone else. And no matter how bad I feel about hurting her, I definitely wasn’t thinking of Jael either. Only one woman came to mind. The only one who’s successfully reached my heart in a way no other has or ever could. To think it’s been only 3 days technically since their story began. No, this can’t be love. And admittedly, I must be confused.

She lay down now with her thighs spread. Well, one good turn deserves reciprocation. And just as I made way to start the tongue-lashing in between her thighs and her probing moistness , she held me by the arm.

 

“All I need right now is have you inside of me. Just come in. Let’s make sweet love and dance in the desires our bodies crave.”

“But you deserve this. There is no need for the rush, dear Jass.” I knew my words sounded weird like one recovering from consuming a bucket of cold gin but I went on anyway. There was no turning back now.

“I know sugar but I need the warmth of your dick right now. Your tongue would be crazy torment. Please.” She squeezed in a plea hint with her eyes, a mischievous smile in tow.

Well, who am I to deny the last her last desire? I dipped in fingers to gauge just how wet she is before rubbing the knob of her clit, smearing it with lube. When I finally rammed in, she was ready to bounce. Strokes after strokes and we journeyed into the mountains of bliss without as much as a headlamp. We knew the route quite well.