Seventeen

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Adele’s face turned red when she walked into the bedroom and saw Jamal already lying on the bed with just a pair of shorts on, probably waiting for her. She had purposely put on a see-through nightgown which had beneath it, just a lingerie, no bra. With a smile plastered on her face, she seductively walked over to the bed to meet Jamal and the moment she lay on it, he captured her lips in an intense kiss.
As he kissed her deeply, he let his fingertips trail down her long, slender throat, to the shelf of her collarbone, and then a little lower to the top swell of her breast. He felt her suck in a gasp of air as he touched the space between her breasts, which was exactly the width of his middle finger.
The room was intensely silent. All he could hear was her breath, and his own heartbeat. Gently, he traced the shape of her breast, letting her fingers dip down the front of her dress.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. His thumb passed over her nipple, which was stiff, standing out against the thin material. Adele let out a little moan and he couldn’t stop.
He gently got off of her and pulled her to the edge of the bed before dropping to his knees in front of her. She was lying on her back. He pulled off the nightgown she had on, letting her beautiful breasts spill out.
Her tits were creamy white, tear-drop shaped, with tan-colored nipples. He took them into his hands and Adele moaned, pressing her breasts hard against his palms.
He could tell she was incredibly sensitive.
He took her breast in his mouth and began to
suck. Adele moaned yet again, grabbing his head
and pressing his mouth harder against her
chest.
“Oh my god,” she groaned breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”
Jamal went back and forth between her breasts, sucking one nipple and caressing the other with his hand, then switching places, until her nipples were swollen and throbbing, and her pale breasts were flushed pink.
Adele threw her head back, arching her back to present her breast to him more readily, groaning with pleasure.
He knew she must be soaking wet. Kneeling between her thighs, He could smell the sweet, musky scent of her pussy.
It made him salivate.
He shoved her thighs apart and pushed her skirt up. She was wearing panties; white cotton. He pulled the crotch
to the side, revealing a shell-pink pussy, gleaming wet.
He could not resist it.
He buried his face between her legs, inhaling that intoxicating scent. It turned him into an animal. He had to lick and rub his face in that sweet cunt, he needed to taste her, touch her, make her scream.
“Oh! Oh!” Adele gasped, thrusting her hands into his hair. She didn’t have to urge him on, he was eating her pussy like a starving man.
He was pushing his tongue all the way inside of her, then gently sucking on her clit and whilst at it, He reached up to caress those breasts again.
Adele could barely stand the combination of the two. She tried to hold back her cries, but it was impossible. She was writhing and grinding on Jamal’s face, while he kept hold of both breasts, squeezing and tugging on her nipples, massaging the whole breast and then pulling
his fingers all the way down to the tip.
Her thighs were resting on his shoulders and she was squeezing around her head, her clit grinding back and forth on his tongue. She was breathing faster and harder,
crying out as she gave one last convulsive clench of her
thighs. Her back arched and her entire body taut and shaking. He squeezed her nipples hard, heightening the intensity and pleasure for as long as he could.
Then, at last, Adele relaxed, her face flushed
and her skin glowing warm.
“Ohhh, what are you doing to me . . .” she
groaned.
“I need you,” Jamal confessed. “I need more of you right now!”
As he hovered over body once more, Adele could feel his cock stiffening, pressing against her clit with only his shorts between them. She could feel her own body responding. He made her cum harder than she had in her life and she wanted more. She was dying to feel that same sensation flushing through her system, wiping every fear and stress out of her mind.
His cock was getting harder and harder, until the pressure on her clit was almost painful. His arousal made her aroused. It made her want to touch him the way he touched her.
She reached down and pulled down the shorts Jamal had on, revealing his shaft. Adele’s mouth flew open in shock.
He was big!
“Surprise!” Jamal joked and Adele giggled. She closed her hand around his shaft, shocked by its thickness.
His cock was bigger than a banana.
It was almost as thick as her own wrist. And much warmer. She could feel it throbbing against her palm.
Jamal groaned with frustration.
Gently, she tugged his cock upright, and it got even
harder, now that the blood could flow freely. His cock was brown and veiny, with a heavy head swollen with blood.
Adele stroked his cock with her hand. She could not believe how simultaneously soft and hard Jamal’s cock was. The skin was like silk, and the flesh beneath was iron. When her fingers caught the little ridge under the head of his cock, Jamal moaned into her mouth.
His cock was leaking fluid, which helped lubricate
her hand. I slide her palm back and forth across
the head, gently tugging and squeezing.
Jamal was thrusting into her hand, and those powerful thrusts made her soaking wet. She imagined what it would feel like to have that cock penetrating another part of her body.
Jamal reached his hand under Adele’s kirt and slipped his fingers inside her panties so he could touch her at the same time. Her pussy was still swollen and sensitive from earlier. He rubbed his fingers in gentle circles on her clit, then reached down a little lower to slide his finger inside of her.
“Jamal!” She gasped. Just the feeling of that finger was exquisite. The warmth and pleasure was like an
itch being scratched.
She wanted more. She wanted so much more than that.
Jamal wanted it, too.
Without speaking, She pulled off her underwear and
spread her legs a little wider. Jamal positioned his warm, heavy cock at her entrance, looking down into her eyes.
“I want you,” She whispered to him.
That was one hundred percent true. No lies, no hidden
motivation.
Jamal pushed his cock inside of her, slowly at first. Even though she could tell he was being as careful as possible, it still hurt.
He was just so fucking big. A tampon or a finger wasn’t even close.
Not even a tenth the size.
“Do you want me to stop?” He paused when she winced in pain.
“No.” She shook her head. “Keep going.” She urged and
Jamal kissed her again, stroking her hair back from her face with his free hand.
That felt good.
Her body relaxed just a little, and his cock slid in a little more. But it wasn’t all the way in yet. It had reached a kind of sticking point, where it didn’t seem to want to go any further.
Jamal didn’t seem impatient. He kissed and held her, his tongue soft and warm in her mouth, his breath sweet and sensual. He touched her face, he caressed her breasts.
And then, finally, with one more thrust, he broke through the last barrier. Adele felt a sharp, tearing sensation, and a flood of warmth. Now his cock was better lubricated. It slid all the way in, until she was completely filled by him.
He was all the way inside of her, and she was looking
up in his eyes. That was the closest she had ever been to another person. Whatever happened after that, Jamal would always be her first lover.
Her pussy was burning with pain and intensity.
Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes, running down toward her ears.
“Are you okay?” Jamal asks Adele and she nodded.
“I’m good. It’s just … a lot.”
“You feel incredible,” He whispered. “You’re so
beautiful, Adele… I know you know that, but
I have to tell you anyway.”
He started to thrust in and out of Adele, slowly and carefully. Then, finally, she could feel something more
of pleasure than pain. A warmth deep inside of her, which spread outward until her pussy felt that pleasant ache again, and her whole body relaxed and thrummed with sensation.
Each time Jamal thrust into her, it was like a wave
breaking on the shore, soaking her in bliss. And like the tide, the waves were coming stronger and faster. She felt like she was about to be submerged.
“Keep going,” She begged him. “Just like that.”
Jamal wrapped his arms around her , pressing their bodies tight together. He kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth at the same time as his cock penetrated deep inside of her.
Her thighs were wrapped around his, and her clit was grinding against his body. Every inch of her skin is lined up with his. The more they touched, the more intense the sensation.
She could feel his breath speeding up in time with his thrusts. His ass was flexing against her calves, driving into her harder and harder. It didn’t hurt at all anymore. All she could feel was warm, liquid pleasure, running through her veins like honey.
She already had the best climax of her life that night.
What was building at that moment wasn’t a climax, it was a fucking tsunami.
She kissed Jamal ferociously. Buying at his lips, clawing at his back. She needed more, more, more of him.
Jamal squeezed her so hard she couldn’t breathe.
He gave one last monstrous thrust into her and let out a long, strangled howl. Adele felt his cock twitching and pulsing, buried to the hilt in her pussy. That twitching tipped her over the edge.
With each pulse of cum, her pussy contracted.
She was clamped around him, her whole body shaking, her eyes rolled back in her head.
She couldn’t see, or feel, or hear anything except the brilliant flashes of color in her brain.
She was cumming so hard that she thought her soul had left her body.