So, the next day started with me being lively. For some reason, I found so much strength and joy in doing all the chores around my apartment and a bit more. I even cooked myself breakfast and ironed my garments for church that day.
I did not hurry myself through this process but then, it seemed like time was pausing itself for me. By the time I finished everything, there was still about an hour to burn before I would have to leave for church. I took a warm shower that was so sweet it gave me goosebumps.
With every splash of water that hit my skin – flashbacks of the amazing sex I had the previous day played in my subconscious. I remembered how he took me at every turn, how full I felt with his dick inside me, and how hard I cummed. By the time I left the bathroom, I was turned on and wanting.
From my apartment, I could notice the other neighbours driving out of the compound and heading for church but I was stuck in my room. Stuck between putting my gown on and heading for church or heading towards Chrys’s room to have sex.
All of a sudden, going to church to pray for forgiveness of my sin of fornication started to fade because as my mind put it to me, it would be hypocrisy for me to go to church to pray for forgiveness of a particular sin and come back home to commit that exact sin again. That would put me in a bad light in the eyes of god.
So, why not just sin again and go to church next Sunday to pray for forgiveness altogether? Just like that, the plans for that morning changed from church to Chrys’s room but then, I could not just show up at his apartment unannounced. I would not know whether he was busy or had a different plan for that morning so I decided to send him a text to check if he was available.
I put down my garment, picked up my phone, and headed for his DM. After he responded to my greetings, I asked if I could get some… I dropped the phone and felt all tense. I was no longer shy, he had fucked that out of me hours ago but then, I was hoping he would not be too busy and say he was not available.
I dropped my phone on the bed, clasped my palms together, and tried to do a small prayer for luck but decided against it as it felt like another sin. My phone beeped and I picked it up to check his response.
He flooded me with laughing emojis that almost derailed my feelings but immediately followed it up with “Sure”. That was affirmative enough, it was all I needed to hurry towards my mirror and check myself out.
I checked my breath and it was good, for the dress part – I just had to go on with what I had on whilst I prepared to dress for church and it was just a short black tube that covered half of my boobs and a bit of my stomach.
Other than that, I had a biker short on. It was so tight you would not stress to see my camel toe through it. I could go like that but something kept telling me I would into one of my neighbors and I would sure raise eyebrows if I visit a guy dressed like that. I took off the biker shorts and put on a mini skirt instead.
While it looked more decent, nothing was decent about it especially because I was not wearing panties. I took another look at myself in the mirror, there was no need to say I was horny, my nipples were there poking at my tube and making it known that I was horny. Not to keep my helper waiting, I grabbed my key and headed out.
I did not need to knock for long before he opened up for me. The compound was quiet and empty like I had wanted it to be. I took one last look around to make sure I was not seen then I disappeared into Chrys’s room where a mischievous smile welcomed me.
I felt like I knew why he was laughing but I still asked him why. He laughed more and said he thought we had an agreement that we would not have sex again.
I gave him a playful punch and blushed before telling him this would be the last time. He laughed more and said he guessed his room was my church and I had come to pray. That got me reeling in laughter and he just took his shirt off immediately.
I did not think we would get down to business that quick and his shirt coming off made me realize he had only boxers on the whole time. I admired his body and did more of the print of his dick in his boxers.
He asked me to kneel and pray with his dick. I stood rooted to a spot. Maybe today would not go as well as yesterday had gone. I do not give head, the concept disgusts me but I do not know how to tell Chrys and not come off as offensive especially because he had given me head just hours ago.
When I did not move, he asked if I knew how to give head and I just shook my head to tell him that I did not. I broke another smile and proceeded to take off his boxers. I told him I could give him a good “handjob” instead but he was not interested in that.
The moment his boxers came off, he came onto me with a kiss that shut off the explanations I was going to render. Gradually, I found his weight dropping more on me and forcing me to gradually descend into his bed. He kissed me more and I started to bring one of my boobs out of the tube because he was squeezing them through my tube anyways.
Once my boob came out, he latched onto it with his mouth and suckled at it. I gasped and moaned again at how expert he was at these activities.
First, I was grabbing my head then, I was grabbing him to ensure he sucked my boobs harder. I could feel his hand also roaming and caressing my inner thighs and building some sensation in the lower part of my body. I quickly pulled my skirt higher for him and returned to grabbing his head.
He spent a little more time caressing my thick inner thighs before he started caressing my clit again making my pussy fucking wet. He had me exactly where he wanted me and he soon pulled away from me but not for long at all.
He immediately pushed his dick across my pussy and let his dick slide from the opening of my vaginal to the tip of my clit.
After teasing, he slid his dick in. My eyes closed for a bit and I came alive soon after. The first few thrusts, I was dragging in air and trying to hold back my moans. A few thrusts after, I found myself gasping and moaning and sometimes I threw a palm over my mouth to muffle my moans but, he was too sweet, and the sex was too sweet.
I knew I was in trouble when he grabbed my legs by the knees and pushed them towards my stomach. Now, most of the sex I have had, I have not experienced this. I was used to just laying on my back, spreading my legs and getting fucked.
When he pushed my legs up like that, he reclined more on me and fucked me harder than I had ever been fucked. I had to quickly tap him to stop because I felt those thrusts in my lower abdomen and it hurt a little.
He apologized and returned to the normal thrust pace I had become used to. I was sucking in air again but there was something that was missing. I asked him to fuck me harder but not too hard. He grinned and thrust a bit harder into me.
I could feel it a little in my abdomen again but this time, I could take it. Like that, I continued asking him to fuck me harder and he did not let up on me. He drilled deep into me and I enjoyed every bit. When he asked if I wanted to switch positions, I refused and just enjoyed him fucking me with him holding both my legs up.
He pulled out soon and came below my stomach on my pussy. It felt awkward that he did that and stood up immediately. I felt like a used whore but he came back soon enough with tissue in hand and cleaned up his mess before wiping his dick clean too. I was amazed by his gentlemanly behaviour.
Even the guys I dated did not treat me this well during or after sex. When he was done, he came to lay beside me and wanted my head on his chest. I felt so light and felt maybe I should tell him about my sugar daddy or the fact that I want to be the only one he is fucking. However, both wants do not go hand in hand.
Written by Reezy Sama
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