Chapter 13: Natasha

Tate’s tonguehas absolutely no boundaries as he slides it all over my lower lips, pressing his tongue into my pussy before driving it into my ass and licking every inch of my puckered hole before he returns to sucking on my lower lips. He eats me out like I’m his last meal and there is something so fucking hot about having a man appreciate every inch of you like this.

He grasps my thighs and draws me closer, forcing me to give in to the waves of pleasure overwhelming me. Holy fuck, his tongue feels good. I know I should still be saying no to Tate and telling him that this is just a platonic shower but… I want his tongue deeper. My body has finally won the struggle over my mind and fuck… he feels so good.

I moan loudly and press my hips back, giving Tate more access to my ass and pussy. I can feel how badly he wants me to cum when he picks up the pace and gets me cleaner than I could get with soap and a washcloth just using his eager tongue. When he presses a finger against my entrance, it takes every ounce of self-control not to thrust my hips back and force him to push the whole finger inside me at once.

Tate explores my pussy entrance instead and the slow teasing along with his slipper tongue working my folds finally forces me to cum hard. Juices gush out of my pussy in an explosion of pleasure and instead of taking a break to breathe, Tate pushes his tongue deeper and tries to lap up every last drop of my essence that gushes from my cunt.

Maybe we could have come up with a peace treaty earlier if I knew how well this white boy could clean a plate.

My thighs are shuddering with the intensity of the orgasm that just shook my walls. Just when I’m ready to turn back and look Tate in the eye, he slides his finger all the way inside me, forcing me to cry out with surprise and pleasure. Cruel bastard…

Tate chuckles as I moan and then works my pussy with his finger until I cum again. After I finish, he runs his tongue over my pussy lips and thighs to clean the juices. When he stands behind me, my body aches with a mixture of desire and just… confusion.

What the hell am I doing?

Tate wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck. He pulls me up from my bent over position and clutches me against him. He just wants to get close to my ear so he can whisper something.

“Just because our first time is gonna be a hot shower fuck doesn’t mean we won’t get romantic. You’re not just another notch in my belt, Natasha. You’re mine.”

“Mine?” I whisper. “What does that even mean?”

I hate that I’m whispering back, adding to the romantic tone of the situation. Tate’s body doesn’t hurt. He’s perfectly chiseled and his gross hairiness seems so fucking masculine and sexy when we’re naked together.

“It means… You’re my girlfriend. My woman. My hot piece of ass,” Tate says, running his tongue along my neck possessively. I try not to let how good I feel distract from the words coming out of Tate’s mouth…

“Just when you sound romantic, you have to ruin it,” I murmur, wriggling my ass to get away, but accidentally nestling Tate’s big dick between my ass cheeks. A lump forms in my throat. That is one big dick. He feels like he’s forcefully prying my ass cheeks apart with the shaft. Tate clearly enjoys himself and moves his hips slightly as my body freezes against his.

“Trust me, after you feel my dick, you’re gonna stop bitching about my attitude,” Tate murmurs, nibbling on my earlobe.

Tate presses the tip of his dick against my pussy before I can respond to him.

“Sex doesn’t fix every problem, Tate,” I say with a voice that sounds like I’m moaning. I’m not even convincing myself that I don’t want his big dick inside me.

“Sex won’t fix every problem, but it will fix this one. It will fix us…”

Tate slides into me slowly, stretching me out as warm water covers both of our bodies. I close my eyes so I can feel him nice and deep. He feels so fucking good. It’s even better than I thought he would feel. I’ve never been with a guy who has a dick this big and from the first two inches inside me, the pleasure is indescribable.

There is nothing quite as good and satisfying as a gigantic dick. He spreads me open and each inch Tate pushes inside me makes me want to cum instantly. I can’t stop moaning as Tate gets only half his dick inside me. It’s not just that he’s hung with a particularly long dick, it’s also wide and getting his girth inside me almost hurts.

I moan loudly and it’s like Tate can sense when it’s going to hurt. He slowly strokes my clit, making it easier for me to take his dick. I cum before he has it all the way inside me. My pussy shudders around his dick, the additional wetness from my climax drawing him in. The waves of pleasure are so intense that I wouldn’t be able to stand up without Tate’s help.

“Your pussy feels good,” he whispers. “I’m glad you don’t want me to use a condom…”

My heart races. Holy shit. I know I should stop him, but I just came already and Tate feels so good that I tell myself if I get pregnant… I’ll run away to my great aunt’s house in Antigua and not tell Tate about the baby. I would have told myself anything to make it okay that I have Tate’s bare dick buried all the way inside me and I am loving every fucking second of it.

“Fuck me, baby…” I moan, yielding to Tate verbally for the first time. It’s exactly what he needs to hear for him to start fucking me like an animal.

Tate was right.

Sex would have fixed our problems a long time ago.

It’s not fair that his body is so goddamn big or that he has the dick to match. Each time Tate buries himself inside me to the hilt, he pushes me closer to another climax.

“Cum again, baby,” he groans. “I want to feel your tight pussy around my dick…”

Damn it. Tate’s dirty talk has complete control over me. I thrust my hips back to meet him and euphoria explodes through me in waves. I don’t feel self-conscious anymore. There is nothing but this strong, physical connection between me and Tate.

He pulls out of me and I gasp loudly. He’s not done and I don’t want him to stop yet. I could cum really hard several more times…

I turn around to face Tate and he grins.

“I think we’re clean enough for the bed. I want to look at you when I cum inside you.”

I give him a disapproving look. But that’s about it. Tate puts his hands on my hips and I let him lift me up, wrapping my dark brown thighs around Tate’s muscular body as he drags me to the bed. He tosses me back and climbs between my legs. I’m glad I’m not tied up this time.

The terror that his pager might go off at any minute makes me want his dick between my legs even more. I grab Tate’s body, pulling his thick, muscular ass cheeks and getting addicted to feeling him up all over. When he presses his dick against my pussy, I grab Tate’s lower back and urge him to thrust inside me.

He doesn’t need more encouragement. Tate fucks me hard, pushing hair out of my face and kissing me slowly. At first, it’s hard and fast, but when he gets closer to finishing, he slows down and gazes into my eyes. It’s hard to see the man I hated so fucking badly behind those eyes.

This man is someone else. Someone beautiful. Someone I want to be with.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispers. “You are so fucking beautiful. You deserve to be loved, Natasha…”

Then he buries his face in my neck and the gigantic monster of a white man pushes his hips deep as he cums inside me. I have never felt anything like it. It’s so fucking good.

I hug his body close to mine, losing myself in how good Tate feels. The thick pulses of cum from his dick coat my inner walls and I can’t stop myself from cumming again. He just feels amazing. I moan and pull him close.

“Don’t pull out,” I whisper.

“I didn’t plan on it,” Tate says. “We already have a dog together. It’s time for us to have a kid…”

“Tate. We have been together for five minutes.”

He chuckles and moves his hips again. When the hell did I become this weak for Tate? My body shudders in pleasure that I can’t control as he clutches me against him. He’s so big and muscular, I can’t help but love how he feels. He kisses my neck again, only making those feelings more intense.

“We were strangers when we signed a lease. I could have been a crazy person,” Tate murmurs, twirling my hair around his fingers and gazing into my eyes with his stormy, grey ones.

“Right. We’re lucky I wasn’t stuck with a crazy person,” I murmur.

Tate kisses me again and I don’t even care that he’s crazy. His dick feels amazing. He’s a small town hero. He’s hot…

I’m not dating anyone else. Maybe the curse worked out the way it was supposed to by killing my problems with Tate. I don’t know what to believe. All I know is that I’m right here beneath Tate and it feels… good.

“I was stuck with a crazy person,” Tate says firmly, kissing my neck again and completely lacking self-awareness. “And I like her. I’m never letting her go.”

Ugh. It’s hard to not feel something when he says. I nestle closer to him and allow Tate to hold me. He kisses me and we make love again without his pager interrupting. It’s perfect. It’s satisfying. It was well worth the wait for years to have a man that good in my bed.

When I curl up in Tate’s arms and fall asleep, I feel entirely at peace. We only wake up when Terrorist barks and asks for one of us to lift him into the bed with his loud ass yapping. Tate lets his palm down for the chihuahua to climb up, and Terrorist sits in his father’s palm before Tate drags him up onto the bed.

“Come sleep with your parents,” Tate whispers. “But be careful. Natasha farts in her sleep.”

“Says the one who snores…”

“Maybe we should get married,” Tate says. “We already fight like we’re married.”

“Tate. Go to bed…” I grumble. Married? Tate needs to slow down.

“Alright,” he says. “But I’m gonna convince you in the morning.”

“I doubt that,” I whisper. But I nestle closer to Tate’s big warm body, I don’t know if I even mean it.

“Good thing your curse didn’t work,” he murmurs sleepily.

“What?” I say back a little too loudly, freezing in Tate’s arms. I tell myself that he’s half asleep and doesn’t even know what he’s saying. Was he awake when he grabbed the chest hair?! I wait frozen for thirty-seconds, waiting for Tate to respond.

“Nothing,” he mutters. “Just get some sleep, princess.”

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the end