What if I Stop Running? by Tyme Wynta

Author:Tyme, Wynta
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: B. Love Publications
Published: 2023-12-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Red Ryder

My lids parted, and I woke up to a beautiful sight. DW was in front of me with his mouth partially open and sleeping like the handsome devil he was. I traced over his full and thick eyebrows and down to his long lashes that looked like a set of false strips. My thumb trailed down his bearded jawline and over his full lips. They were so plump and distinct because of the bow shape of his top lip. I had to get up and leave because it was Friday, and I had a job to do, but I couldn’t leave my man without feeling him some kind of way.

DW was my man. After playing hard to get, he kidnapped me and claimed what he wanted. Excitement and joy filled me. The caveman type was surely my type. I hadn’t felt this way since Pane. I’d dated and messed around with a few guys while I was in Chicago, but none of them were DW. None of those experiences felt like this. The way DW made love to me and fucked me in one night was a tale I was glad the walls could not reveal. He was passionate yet firm. Forceful yet gentle. My body experienced a mixed pot of emotions that I could not fully grasp last night. I panted, moaned, shouted, screamed, cried, and snickered, all because of the way he handled my body. DW wasn’t just a man; he was a life force. He knew when to build me up then make me melt like ice in a desert. When he bit my shoulder, not only did I see fireworks, but I saw his bloody past. It wasn’t for me to judge him or pry, so I’d wait until he was comfortable enough to share with me.

I cheesed again because I was about to my man, my man, my man Danica’s ass to death. Wait until I tell her my news! I gripped his sheet to hold back my squeal and glee. However, the sun shining reminded me I had to get to work. I lowered the sheet and kissed down DW’s neck, muscular chest, and toned abs until I reached that monster he was toting. It had to be ten inches, at least. His dick was a shade of cocoa with thick veins that wrapped it like vines and a mushroom tip so bulbous that I feared it would tear me up. Although I was sore, I wasn’t in pain. I grabbed onto him and sucked him into my mouth. Both of my hands worked his organ while I savored his tip then those veins. I knew I wasn’t eating chocolate, but it sure as hell tasted that way.

“Mm. Ah, fuck! Get that shit, Mocha,” DW voiced with his hand guiding my head. My honeypot grew wetter because I brought him so much pleasure. I removed him from my mouth and gave him a hand job while I sucked his big balls. Every part of him was naturally huge.

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