#erik is the daddy long dick back just landed guy

[lenichque]

during any given mutant crisis era

hank: maybe you could not fuck erik, just this once charles: and just let him fucking die?! >:0

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine: Erik always rubbing the readers belly, because she loves it more than she does.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Plus Size/Curvy Reader, Breeding Kink.

This is a short Imagine. Enjoy!

Y/N hated her belly. She felt like she couldn’t be sexy in anything skin tight and that included lingerie. Since she was so self conscious about it, Y/N always wore her tops oversized or she would wear flannels and cardigans. Still to this day, Y/N couldn’t understand why her boyfriend, Erik, loved her belly so damn much. When he first approached her at a bar and grill while she was out with friends, she thought he was pulling a prank on her. No man that fine would dare to ask her out with her size.

Her friends and family stayed on her ass whenever she talked like that. One asshole from her past made her believe that she was unlovable and disgusting. There were times where she felt beautiful though. Those times included when she got her hair and makeup done or when she wore a particular outfit that hugged her curves in a way that made her feel sexy for once. This Erik guy… her new man, expressed how much he would love to make her his girl through texts, over the phone, and in person. Always overly touchy, always freaky and vocal about how much he loved her big thighs and rolls.

“More for me to nibble on,” He would say.

It took her at least a month to finally consider having sex with him. When she decided to give her body to Erik she pulled out a gift bag from him in the back of her closet that contained lingerie, handcuffs, a vibrator that he could control when he was away, and a dildo that is the exact mold of his big dick. She dressed in the red teddy that was completely see-through, showing off her big areolas, dimpled fat ass, juicy thighs, and beautiful broad belly.

The minute Erik saw her dressed up in the lingerie he spent his money on, her nipples out and hard, pussy sitting fat, ass wide and ready to be spanked, he gave her one warning, and that warning was clear for the remainder of the night.

“Oh… you’re about to get it, girl.”

He picked her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, carried her to the bedroom, slammed her down on the bed and with little patience took control of her body in ways she only dreamed of. Moaning, crying, groaning, body exposed, ass in the air, pussy in his mouth, dick in her mouth, voluptuous body glistening from the intense sex, Y/N didn’t complain anymore. Her man’s actions proved to her that she was indeed a sexy woman who’s body deserved to be loved on and fucked. Erik didn’t care about her size. He didn’t care about what society’s “beauty standards” are. When he looked at her, when he touched her, she excited him in ways that words couldn’t begin to express.

Besides his well-hung dick, Y/N also had to get used to their cuddle sessions. Erik has a habit of rubbing Y/N’s belly and squeezing it. When he first did it she was appalled and she pushed his hand away, covering her belly. Now, after getting all that fat dick up in her wet pussy she let Erik do whatever he wanted to her. If he wanted to get between her legs and nibble on her belly, she would let him. That’s what her man is currently doing now. He came over on a rainy Friday night with a fruit salad and a supreme pizza. She said she was craving it so he picked it up on his way. Drenched from head to toe with a Pizza Hut box in his hand and a bag that contained her fruit salad, Erik enters her apartment while Y/N held the door open for him.

“It’s pretty bad out there, baby,” Y/N stood up on her tiptoes to kiss Erik against his soft, full lips, “You shouldn’t drive in this weather.”

“I’m safe, aren’t I?” Erik says while savoring the taste of her lip gloss with a lick of his lips.

“Yeah, but,” Y/N’s words were cut short again when Erik’s lips pressed into hers. They tongue kissed, tasting each other’s mouths and nibbling on each other’s lips.

Y/N broke the kiss, wiping her chin, “Erik I’m serious I don’t want you getting into an accident with that car-“

“Aye, I’m good. I wanted to see you,” Walking away, Y/N gave up worrying over his erratic driving and closed the door to her apartment. Erik was inside of her kitchen grabbing foam plates and two red disposable cups. Y/N joined him inside of her kitchen, standing next to him at her kitchen counter near the stove to watch him pile pizza slices and fruit on both of their plates.

“Yesssss, you got the fruit salad with the kiwis and mangos in it,” Y/N clapped cheerfully.

“Still got some honey?” Erik asks making her smile.

“You know me so well, yeah, it’s in the cabinet next to the fridge…yeah…no, top-shelf babe.”

Erik finds the organic honey, grabbing it from the top shelf and opening the yellow cap to drizzle some on top of her fruit.

“This set up is weird,” She says with a scrunch of her nose.

“I think it’ll be bomb.”

“We’ll see,” Y/N thanks Erik before grabbing her plate and heading towards the living room.

“I’ll be out, girl, let me fill these cups with some liquor.”

“Not too much in mine!” She knew it was Hennessy and she couldn’t drink too much of it because it always made her feel sick when she drank too much.

Erik joined Y/N a minute later, Erik seated on the floor between her legs while Y/N sat on the couch. She actually liked the combination of the supreme pizza with the fruit and honey. Erik even went back for seconds and another full cup of Hennessy. They were both watching Booty Call with Jamie Foxx, laughing and vibing like they always do. His thick fingers started running up the back of her calf and down to her feet. Squirming where she sat, Y/N tries to pay attention to the movie but Erik’s rubbing and groping fought for dominance. Giving in, Y/N raises one of her legs to Erik’s shoulder.

“I can’t watch the movie when you do that, Erik,” Y/N spoke softly.

“And I can’t pay attention to the movie when you smell like you do and feel the way you do…you keep forgetting what you do to me, girl.”

“What could I possibly be doing now that has you so worked up?” Y/N asks, mostly so she could swoon over his response.

“Because you’re deliciously thick and yummy…anything you do turns me on you know that,” Erik looks over his shoulder at Y/N, “You just wanted me to say it.”

“Yeah, I did,” She admits with no shame, “You make me feel good about myself…”

“I want you to know how sexy you are…beautiful all over…I made you open up more when I gave you this dick, now every time you walk past a mirror with those chocolate cakes, heavy breasts, sexy plumpness that I just wanna fucking bite…you’ll see a beautiful, sexy woman. See? I love that smile.”

Y/N grinned from ear to ear with her leering smile. 

“So beautiful, girl, always remember that,” Erik turned on his knees, bringing his face closer to hers before taking hold of her bottom lip with his teeth and dragging it into his mouth. Erik kisses with so much ardor. His hand is on Y/N’s chin, both of their heads moving from side to side while he attached her lips. His deep grunts into her mouth caused Y/N to claw the couch. He makes these noises because of how much she turns him on. Her panties surely has a dampened spot by now. 

“Delicious, sweet chocolate,” Erik whispers against her lips, “I wanna hold you now…let’s go we’re getting in that bed, ma.”

Y/N knows exactly what that means. She eagerly lifted from the couch, taking the lead while grabbing Erik’s hand to guide him. They walked to her bedroom, Erik switching on the light and closing the door. Y/N was wearing a onesie shorts pajama set with no access to her stomach. Erik takes off his T-shirt and grey sweatpants, completely naked like he’d rather be. He practiced naturism privately. A Naturist who is lascivious and salacious in the best way. She’d never met a man so openly sexual and full of life before. To him, sex is the most fun you can have without laughing. 

Laying naked on the bed, hands behind his head and his big black dick nice and solid against his thigh, Erik motioned with a curl of his finger for Y/N to come to him. Without further instruction, Y/N began to undress, the expression on Erik’s face so filled with desire and longing she moaned a little. He stared at her breasts while gnawing on his pouty bottom lip, then his eyes traveled down to her round belly, taking in the beautiful pattern of her stretch marks before landing on her juicy and succulent pussy. Y/N’s pussy is nice and fat and filled with all the wetness in the world. Like a rain puddle, Y/N’s tight, sweet pussy is a home for Erik’s dick and tongue anytime and all the time. 

“So inviting,” Erik says with a low tone, “Come here so I can squeeze you.”

Y/N gave Erik a shy smile before crawling in bed with him, turning her back towards him so that her ass rested against his crotch. Erik’s dick is really on hard as it poked her ass. His hand came up and around her body, pressing against her belly to rub it in slow, soothing circles while his tongue slithered up and down her exposed neck. Y/N’s broad hips thrust back against his dick with a bite of her lip while he French kisses from her neck down to her shoulder. 

“Damn…juicy looking body,” Erik whispered in her ear, “uhmmmm, is this my breakfast, lunch and dinner, ma? If so I’m ready,” Erik chuckles, causing Y/N to giggle, “a fucking meal…Daddy would love to show you what this tongue and dick can do…I just wanna eat that fat pussy and enjoy your cum all over my face…how’s that sound?”

With his hands rubbing, squeezing, and jiggling all over her stomach, thighs, ass, and titties, Y/N didn’t need convincing. She just wanted Erik to lift up one of her thick legs so he could eat her pussy from the side like he enjoyed so much. Then, she wanted him to hold her legs open wide into a side-to-side split while he fucked her and watched her breasts bounce and sway. He always liked smacking them and mushing them together. 

“You are making my fucking mouth water,” He says with his dick nestled between her abundant cheeks. 

“Erik,” She moans.

“Yeah, Daddy wants you bad, girl,” Erik pulls Y/N down flat against the bed while he positioned himself between her thighs, “play with your titties…do it.”

Y/N’s hands found her heavy breasts, twirling her nipples and pushing them together with her arms squeezing them. Her large chocolate areolas and nipples held his gaze like a pair of eyes. 

“Pudgy pussy looking good good,” Her chocolate pussy looked so lavish covered in her natural fluids made her clit, and inner folds glisten, “Goddamn it’s so plump.”

She shivered when his thumb teased her clit before his hands dragged up her body to her belly. He stared into her eyes with his dilated pupils while he squeezed her belly lovingly. Y/N licked her lips when Erik leaned forward to flick his tongue in her belly button. Grabbing her titties, Y/N watched Erik bite her belly softly and drag his tongue over her stretch marks. She whimpers while moving her big titties around in a circle, mimicking how Erik would do it. His sexy, athletic body with all its hardness against her soft flesh felt amazing, especially with all the sweat from her. At this point he was putting passion marks all over her belly. 

“Erik…fuck, you love my body so much,” Y/N moans, “You’re so good to me, Daddy.”

“You are just perfect,” Erik kisses around her belly button before looking up at her from in between her breasts with his beautiful eyes and long lashes.

“I’m so wet for you and you didn’t even fuck me yet…you get me so wet.”

“And you make my dick hard,” Erik lifts to his knees, grabbing one of Y/N’s hands to rest on his dick, “That’s because I want you right fucking now, girl.”

“Fuck me then, Daddy, please,” Y/N stroked his dick while rubbing her thumb across the tip of his dick, “Fuck me and tell me how much you love my pussy and my body…I can’t wait just put your dick deep in me.”

“Goddamn, ma,” Erik grabs his dick from her hand, rubbing her clit with it before sliding his dick into her snug and creamy pussy Y/N stared at his dick with a burning desire. While she fingered her clit, Y/N spreads her thighs even more. She craved his dick. All she wanted and needed was to be fucked. Erik held her thighs back while his big dick spread her tight pussy open. She hissed from his thickness at first but minutes later her warm, wet pussy opened up for him and covered him in her cream. Pussy making sloshing noises while Erik grunted and growled, Y/N twirled her nipples for him.

“You’re so juicy, baby…fuck…Daddy just wants to nibble and suck all over your body…mmm…”

“Yes, Daddy. Ooh-“

“Pussy so wet…keep it so wet for Daddy like a good slut-“

“Fuckkkk, fuck me, fuccccck-“

“I don’t feel sorry for stretching this little pussy I’m getting all this dick up in you…Pretty ass face and phat juicy, pretty, pussy lips-“

“Shit it’s so damn thick-“

“I’ma suck your beautiful pussy when you cum…cum on this fucking dick so I can suck that pussy up-“

“Yess, yes, yes, yes,” Y/N’s fingers shook while she rubbed at her clit. Erik’s thrusts increased with the speed of her fingers to make her cum hard and fast. She stared at him with pining desire before her eyes dragged down to his big fat dick drilling her with a slam of his hips. 

“Where’s that fucking cum at? Huh? Give it to me,” He fucked her so hard her belly jiggled with her titties.

“FU-“

“Don’t worry, you ain’t even gotta talk I know what to do with your thick ass,” Erik brought Y/N’s legs back so her toes touched the headboard. In a push-up position, Erik dropped down strong into her pussy with his powerful hips. Y/N clawed his waist, while he stuffed her pussy deeply. Erik wanted to paint her cervix with his cum. With a plentiful body like hers, he wanted to breed her. He’d cum in her pussy so many times already and now he will make it his job to fill her deep pussy up with as much cum as it can hold. 

“I’m cumming, you’re pussy is cumming for you, Daddy, you’re fat pussy is cumming! Ahhhh!” 

Erik withdrew his dick with speedy delight before his lips caught her sugary filling with a craving close to starvation. Erik slobbered all over Y/N’s juicy twat until the mixture of fluids coated her asshole. She could feel her pussy clench each time he sucked on her clit like he was sucking whipped cream from a strawberry. She couldn’t help herself as she climaxed again on his pointed tongue. He slurped from her honey pot until her legs squeezed his head tightly. Wet face and beard, Erik lifted up, grabbing hold of her titties and with the strength of his hips, he thrusts forward into her fat pussy. 

“Good girl, take Daddy’s dick, baby,” Erik leans over her body to suck on her nipples. He slowed down his strokes to a sinuous rhythm with a swivel of his hips. Y/N could feel every vein along his girthy shaft and how thick his tip is brushing directly over her G-spot. 

“You look so beautiful taking all this dick. Daddy’s big dick is stuffing this little pussy and I’m filling you up with all my fucking nut since you wanna look at me with those sexy ass eyes…” he couldn’t go slow anymore because it was challenging from how good her tight pussy is.

“Shit, I’m fucking cumming again!” She shouted while slapping her clit, “ohmigoddddddd,” her words came out jumbled.

“Pussy is eating this fucking dick, shit-goddamn,” Erik grunts, “Hmph, I was daydreaming about this shit all fucking day LOOK AT THIS DICK NOW.”

His gruff tone made Y/N shiver as her eyes watched his dick pump her good and full. Using her large titties as leverage, Erik’s hips smacked painfully into her thighs causing her flesh to sting. Every muscle in his body flexed and his face frowned with a hankering to cum deep in her pussy. Y/N held her thighs open wider, using all of her self control to handle his crazy strokes to her pussy until he exploded. He began to swell and pulsate inside of her and Y/N’s nails were digging into the flesh of her thighs.

“Shit, Daddy-“

“Damn! This tight, gripping pussy! you see all that shit?! all this cream on my fucking dick like this? huh?!”

One of Erik’s hands came around Y/N’s head to pull her forward in a crunch position so he could hold his dick nice and deep inside of her pussy with so much force that he was pressed firmly against her cervix. Her ankles shook and her eyes rolled up into her lids. He was cumming so much and he still stroked her pussy. She could see his cum covered dick and she could feel how sloppy it is going in and out of her. 

“Shit…I got more nut for you, baby,” He spoke between clenched teeth, “Fuckkkkkkkk, baby, fuckkkkkkk.”

“Umph!! Umph!!! Umph!!” She felt that this time, “THAT’S IT DADDY CUM INSIDE ME. PUMP IT BABY!!!!!!!” Y/N shouted to the ceiling. 

“Ahhhhhhhh, FUCK!” Erik buries his face into her neck, fighting for his breath while his hips jerked out of his control. Y/N squeezed him tightly, her hand rubbing the back of his head soothingly. 

“It’s okay, Daddy,” Y/N kissed his forehead, “You came so much,” She says with emerging gasps. She could feel him slipping out of her pussy. 

Erik pulled in a lung full of air before lifting up to stare into her eyes. He pecked her lips a few times before chuckling softly. Y/N smiled up at him while rubbing sweat from his forehead.

“You see what I mean?” He whispers shallowly from his lungs, “that’s how much I enjoy your body, baby…and it’s all mine to play with,” Erik kisses Y/N with passion and lots of tongue action.

Gasping for air, Y/N pulls back from him, “it’s all yours, Daddy…whenever you want it…just keep fucking me and loving on me the way you do…it drives me crazy.”

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[stripper-patrick]

Lil Mama 🍷 Erik Killmonger

Lil Mama🍷

Oh shit♋️

Here for you📴

Bitch⚔️

Always be my baby💛

Song: Indigo- Chris Brown

Warnings: smut, oral (f), cheating, unprotected, language

Relationship: Erik Killmonger x black plus sized reader

“Ooohhhh Dionte harder” Dionte keeps his same pace. Something he always did. I need him to be rough and smack me with a deep freezer but he just wants to keep fucking me like we’re married.

He grunts cumming inside of me. I moan acting like I had an orgasm. Something I’ve been doing often now.

“Damn girl you still got it” he smiles.

“Mhmm” I nod

...

“Alright I’m leaving” tonight I’m going out to celebrate my best friend’s 28th birthday.

“Ok babe have fun” I smile and leave.

I see Adria outside waiting for me.

“Yessss bitch lets get it”

We head to the club and she has a VIP area for us. We get past the velvet rope and sit in our section.

“Ladies free drinks on us”

“Thank you” I smile taking the drink “Happy birthday bitch”

“Thank you” she smiles. We cheers and sip the drink. It’s so good.

“Damn”

I look around at the atmosphere as everyone dances on each other. I hear some girls gasp and scream and I see a crowd gathering at the door.

I watch the crowd follow some guy and he looks to me. He winks with a half smile showcasing a gold tooth on his fang. I return the smile watching him walk to his VIP area.

“Damn daddy”

“Girl please I call dibs” I smile

“It’s my birthday”

“I don’t give a flying fuck” I laugh

“I wanna ride his face” I shake my head

“Girl please he prolly got hella hoes” I say

She downs a shot then stands up “I’m going to dance you coming?”

“Not right now” I say. She rolls her eyes and goes to the dance floor quickly finding a man to join the crowd of grinders. I feel eyes on me and I look around until they land on the man with the large crowd fawning over him.

He winks at me and I smile he look familiar. Next thing I know he’s strolling over to me.

He comes up the steps stopping and smiling at me. Pearly whites with 2 golds in his mouth. Damn.

“Wassup lil mama” Wayment only one person used to call me that and that was my old best friend in middle school. Erik Stevens.

“Erik?”

“In the flesh baby girl” I stand up and he hugs me. God he smells so good.

“Damn it’s been a minute” he smiles

“How you doin mama” he sits with me and we catch up

“Fine what about you love”

“Perfect so you got anyone special” I think about Dionte

“I mean a lil bit” I smile

“Ard what’s his name”

“Dionte”

“Ok he sound like a bitch but go off sis”

“Don’t be disrespectful” I hit his chest “what about you Mr. Billionaire I bet you got hoes on hoes”

“I mean they blow my phone up but I don’t give them the time of day”

“I respect that”

“You wanna dance?” I look at him and nod. Why not. He stands up and takes my hand leading me to floor.

“Ok diamonds everywhere” I smile

“You know how I do mama” he smiles. We get on the dance floor and my back is to his chest while I grind on him. Thus becoming one of the grinders. I look at his VIP area and see his group of girls glaring at me. I bring his head down on my shoulder so I’m close to his ear.

“I think ya girls are mad” he looks up and smiles back at me

“Let ‘em” he shrugs. We continue dancing and I bend over putting my hands on my knees and working it. Adria comes over screaming and cheering me on.

“Work it bitch” Erik puts his hands on my hips and grinds into me. I can feel him getting hard and I can already tell he’s got Dionte by a long shot.

....

We’re all sitting in Erik’s VIP area because Adria’s dumb ass didn’t reserve hers for the entire night. We all chilling and talking and laughing and Erik’s hand is around my shoulder while my hand is on his leg.

Adria is getting it on with this boy named Carlos. He’s hispanic which is all she really wanted.

I rubbing small circles on Erik’s leg and I notice he keeps fidgeting “am I hurting you?”

“Nah but you making me hard and I know you got a man so I’m not gon fuck the dog shit out of you YET” he emphasizes

“Why not?” I challenge. He raises his eyebrow and he nods

“Say no more aye I’m gone” I get up with him and Adria smiles

“If Dionte ask I was with you and you were drunk as hell”

“Yes ma’am” she nods. We roll out and get into Erik’s Lambo. He always was a show off.

“I see you’ve upgraded to a Lambo from your Honda Civic”

“Big boy things baby girl”

I take ahold of his thigh and squeeze it. I can see his print and I’m kinda scared not gon lie.

“Lil one I think you should stop now cause I pull over that ass is mine”

“When have I ever listened”

“You right but I advise so now. Call ya man and tell him you be home late”

“E” He glances at me then reverts back to the road. I sigh shaking my head and take out my phone dialing His number. It rings but he doesn’t answer.

“I’ll try again so he can’t say I didn’t” he nods and makes a sharp right making me damn near fly into his lap

“Gotdamn Erik Drive like a civilized person” I laugh. I try Dionte again but he doesn’t answer.

“Voicemail again”

“Oh well you tried” he pulls into his house and it’s huge. He opens the front door and shuts it behind me.

“You want anything?”

“You”

“Trust me baby you gon get this”

“Mhmm sure” I smile. He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. He gives me a hard slap to my ass.

“You got a lot to say for someone that’s about to be screaming my name” he takes me upstairs while I struggle to get out of his grip which only results in him slapping my ass again. I smack his ass.

“Listen lil girl stop playin with me” I bite my lip and he sets me down on the bed.

“Damn daddy” I watch something in him switch. “What you like that?”

“Y/N I’m warning you now”

“What are you gonna do daddy?” He grabs me by the throat and I smile at him. His lips crash onto mine. Erik takes off his shirt only breaking the kiss for a bit before pulling up my dress over my head. He gets on his knees and kisses my stomach then my phone rings. It’s Dionte.

“Answer it” Erik holds my leg over his shoulder

“While you’re eating me out?”

“Yes answer it” he pulls off my panties and gets to work. I grab my phone and answer the call. I hold my breath before letting out a moan.

“Hey Y/N you ok?”

“Yea uh I’m gonna be home late so don’t wait up for me I’m d-“ I grab Erik’s head guiding him to my clit “dealing with Adria’s drunk ass”

“Oh ok do you want me to come get you”

“N-no it’s fine either I’ll catch an Uber or stay the night”

“Ok” he nods. I put the phone on mute and my legs starts shaking “Erik please slow down I don’t think I can come while he’s on the phone”

“Well how was it” I take it off mute and answer him

“It was so fun I didn’t get to drunk cause of c-course I had to be the designated d-driver”

“I get it but I’m glad you had fun be safe”

“I will”

“I love you” I exhale sharply and pull on Erik’s hair

“I l-love you t-too honey” I hang up as quick as possible and arch my back wrapping my thighs around his head.

“You so sweet princess” he smiles kicking his lips not wasting a drop. I lay there trying to catch my breath and Erik smiles. I sit up and straddles his waist. I slide down on his thick member. He’s the biggest and longest I’ve ever been with.

Once I’m comfortable I begin to rock back and forth on it. Damn it almost hurts to ride him but mama didn’t raise a bitch. I lean back and get to work holding onto his thick thighs for leverage.

“Gotdamn baby” he moans

“You like that daddy” it was almost like he forgot about it until now of course.

“Goon ride daddy dick this yo dick baby girl” he runs his hand along my body and I throw my head back. I move up and squat above him bouncing.

After about 3 good bounces my check engine light comes on and my knees hit overdrive.

“You know damn well”

“Shut the hell up I wanted to try something new” I straddle him fully again and lean forward.

“I wanna see that ass bounce mama” he smacks it and I bounce on him wildly gripping the pillowcase next to his head.

“Fuck baby” he moans gripping my ass cheeks.

I move to the side of Erik letting him take control. He holds my cheeks in a breathtaking grip pounding me out. Skin slapping on skin and my moans were the only thing that could be heard.

“Daddy fuck it up” this is exactly what I needed from Dionte and more. I’ve wanted him to tear my shit up for a while now. I just feel bad that another man has to do what I wanted my man to do.

“This my pussy”

“Yes it’s yours fuck I’m gonna cum”

“Yea? Scream my name while you at it”

“Oh shit” I moan out “daddy”

“What’s my name princess” he lets out an animalistic growl and I can feel his dick twitch inside of me.

“Erik” I scream. My body rocks against him and we hold each other close cumming at the same time.

Once we slow down and come to a halt I stay on top of him just feeling his dick throb. I look at his chest. I’ve never seen these.

“What happened?” I run my fingers over the welts but they seem more... permanent than welts.

“That’s a topic for another time lil one”

“We’re these there the last time we see each other?” That had to have been well over 10 years ago

“Nah”

I wanna ask more but clearly he doesn’t wanna talk about it “are you ok?”

“I am now princess” I swing my leg over and get off

“Ok” I nod. I grab my phone looking at the time “it’s 4am”

“Yea?” He looks out the window and there’s a very little peak of the sun. “Stay the night”

“Are you sure?”

“If I weren’t I wouldn’t be asking” I smile and he opens his arms. I lay in them and that’s how we fall asleep.

[eye-raq]

Happy Holidays Brielle

ERIK STEVENS SMUTTY CHRISTMAS FANFICTION.

Hey guys!! This is going to be a little series with some holiday cheer along with some holiday lovin’.

Summary: it’s the annual entrepreneurial Christmas party in NYC. Brielle Johnson attended every year. Erik Stevens the playboy multimillionaire attended as well.

“Take me to that hotel suite you got so we can finish this juicy convo more privately.”

Which translated in her head as take me to that hotel suite so I can fuck your brains out.

She let out a flustered breath.

“No.”

“No? Is that a serious no?”

Yes, it is.”

She drank some of her spiked eggnog, licking the foam from her lips.

“Damn, you really know how to diss a nigga. I just wanna taste it. I wanna see what little miss Chocolate princess with curls got to offer.”

“Keep dreaming.”

“How about we make that a reality?”

She let out a laugh, looking down at her nails, inspecting them.

“Why don’t you go find some easy girl to do you, like Charlotte Cruise.”

“Well, what if I’m tired of easy girls? What if I like the chase, considering it’ll end up being worth it.”

Oh, he was good. And persistent. And bold. And confident.

“I’ll tell you what...give me about, infinity years to think about it.” Really? That was her response.

“So forever then? I can wait...I can wait.”

He took a swig of his spiked hot cocoa, licking his lips afterward, those dimples deep from the action.

“Sure you can. We’re not immortal sir, so by then we would be nonexistent.”

“I’m impossible to kill. You ain’t know that shit? They didn’t nickname me Killmonger for nothing.”

“Killmonger huh?” She was intrigued.

“What makes someone end up with the nickname Killmonger?”

He smiled that charming smile, the black turtleneck giving him a professor look and the black Malcolm X frames made it just perfect.

“Well, when you kill thousands of people with precision like I did, that’s the nickname you get.”

The contents of her eggnog sloshed over the rim of her mug from the shock that hit her.

“You killed people…”

“yeah, when I was a Seal.”

She relaxed some. Jesus, she thought this man was an assassin.

“And when I was apart of the JSOC ghost unit.”

She took that back.

“Woah...yeah you’re definitely bad news.”

She went to get up, and to her shock, he didn’t stop her. He looked a little hurt actually.

The usual bold guy that she saw at these business affairs, torn up by her response.

“Shit Erik…”

She seated herself.

“I’m sorry. I’m just, not used to someone boldly telling me they took the lives of many, not just as a Navy Seal but also as an Assassin.”

“Mercenary.”

“So? It’s not different.”

“And I’m not used to some rude shit like this from a person I thought I could relate to. I expected that from those colonizers who don’t give a fuck about our people.”

She really hit a nerve.

“Well, maybe if you had a better approach at introducing the fact that you’ve killed people, then I wouldn’t have responded the way I did.”

He chuckled to himself to calm his overgrowing nerves.

“Regardless of what, you would have responded the exact same way girl.”

“That’s not true.”

“LIE AGAIN.”

Everything went quiet between them both. She couldn’t lie, she might have...she wasn’t tolerable of a lot of things especially that for one.

“Okay, you got me. I would have gotten up to leave.”

He grazed the inside of his mouth with his tongue, his teeth crashing painfully with his bottom lip.

“Wow. If you’d of said that to me I wouldn’t have gotten up to leave.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Would that be before or after I killed you? Can you blame me, Erik? That’s not some shit somebody can just deal with.”

“Nah, I can’t blame you. But I’m glad I didn’t stick my dick in you.”

“Oh, so that’s the approach. Your salty because I don’t wanna give up my goodies willingly, no matter how good you look. Then you’re even saltier because I’m being honest about how I feel about you murdering people.”

She made a sour look, grabbing up her clutch to leave once again.

“So fucking spiteful for what? All a nigga tried to do was get to know you. It’s not like I haven’t before all those times I’ve seen you, Brielle. How long have we known each other? Two years? This Christmas party? That yacht club shit those couple of springs? Rooftop parties that Jason through when I was in town?”

“I’m not spiteful Erik. Just admit that you're angry because I don’t wanna fuck you.”

“Yeah, you don’t know me very well.”

Erik stood himself, picking up his Calvin Klein solid wool overcoat.

“I’m a multimillionaire, Co-owner for the Wakandan Outreach Centers around the world. I could have any women I wanted Brie, and that’s not to brag, you don’t need to brag when it’s the truth. So for me to waste my time to get to know you further, means that I really wanna pursue you.”

He picked up his wool hat to match, turning to wave goodbye to the other black business owners at the annual entrepreneurial Christmas party.

“How amazing, Erik Stevens the womanizer. That’s really impressive. I would have definitely opened my legs for you.”

Brielle picked up her cream-colored faux fur coat that traveled all the way to her ankles, the silence between them as the low sound of Santa baby played out in jazz.

They both looked up in time to see a mistletoe hanging between them. It smelled like spiced pine cones and the beautiful gold and wine red colors clashed perfectly.

Erik raised a single brow, lips set in a hard line, before downcasting his eyes onto Brielle.

“Would you look at that? A mistletoe.”

Erik leaned in towards her, pausing, then turning to whisper in her ear.

“Happy Holidays Brielle.”

With that, Erik swept past her swiftly, pushing at the revolving doors with his exit. Brielle stood still with her gold clutch in her hand, trying to gain composure before removing her coat again, seating herself at the bar.

She needed a stiff drink, and that was a year ago.

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“Mmmm, back that fucking ass up on this dick….

Arch yo shit, you know how I like it”

It was November 30th, just one day before the annual entrepreneurial Christmas party. Erik Stevens was a little preoccupied with his assistant Kelis, pounding her tight wet pussy from behind.

She was so fucking tight and wet, her bubble booty clapping against his skin with force.

“Oh shit, right there Erik!” She frantically pulled at the blanket on his king sized bed within his hotel suite, the edges lifting and coming undone.

Erik reaches down mid-fuck to stroke her clit, his other hand in the middle of her back to keep her arch.

“You disrespectful. I told you to keep that fucking arch didn’t I?”

“It’s too deep E!!! I can feel that shit in my stomach.”

“Tell me some shit I don’t know, like what time it is.”

Erik started pounding her relentlessly now, making sure she felt every single stroke in her lower belly. She attempted to clench her legs together.

“Open wider Kelis. I didn’t come to play I came to fuck.”

She widened her legs, Erik leaning forward to grip her ombré weave from behind.

“This hair ain’t cheap nigga! Ahhhhh fuckk!!!”

She stared ahead, open-mouthed and frozen.

“I know, my money paid for this shit.”

The more he gripped, the more it felt like her edges would be no more.  Her pussy felt like a never-ending nerve center, the more he stroked the more her orgasm peaked.

“That’s what? Cum number four on its way?”

“Fuck you.”

“Nah, fuck you.”

Erik lifted her to his chest,, his hips snapping forward with force, her loud obnoxious moans echoing off the walls. She reached back to dig her claw nails into his thigh, body shaking from her fourth orgasm that night.

“Shit...my pussy is through E.”

“Swollen kitty still getting fucked though.”

He still had to cum, he was amused.

Erik flipped her over, grabbing her ankles, resting them over his shoulders.

“Finally..” she let out a breath of relief to be in this position, Erik preferably wanted to blow her back out until he came because it was deeper.

“Finally huh!? The fuck..”

Erik practically put her legs behind her head, watching the panic set into her features. Her stiletto covered feet scraped against the headboard roughly as she reached out to push at Erik’s chest.

“E no no no no.”

He didn’t respond, his body doing push-ups in the pussy, every entrance so deep she could see stars. He held her legs while he drilled, the stretch and the deepness making his eyes roll and circle.

He gnawed at his lip to control the moans that wanted to escape, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.

“Moan Daddy, go ahead and moan I know you want to.”

Erik’s lip shook, his eyes turning into slits.

“FUCK YO!” He wasn’t gonna moan for this chick.

“Look at this dick Kelis, LOOK.”

She lifted her head to watch Erik’s full 10 inches dog, and dig, and drill…

“You see that? Stuffing this pussy.”

She reached down to rub her clit, Erik spitting on her fingers to add lubricant. She bucked her hips to meet his, the tacky liquid from her raw pussy causing Erik’s pelvis to stick to her thighs like glue.

“You gonna moan for me? Let it out for me?!”

“Shut the fuck up.” Erik barked with a groan.

“Make me.”

Erik places one hand over her mouth, lifting to pound her with his other hand on her leg.

“Oooo right there E!”

“I’m hitting that spot?!”

“Yeah, nigga!”

She bucked her hips with all the strength she had to meet this man’s strokes. Erik cupped her ass to help her further, the smacking so loud it sounded like a whip.

“OH MY GOODNESS THIS GOOD DICK!”

She grabbed at his throat for leverage.

She gasped repeatedly, her eyes wide on him.

“Her it comes!!!”

“Yeah, girl give me that shit!!!!”

She lunges forward, wrapping her arms around his neck while she unraveled, the liquid nonstop.

“My turn.”

Erik lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, his fingers digging into her back while he fucked her like she was riding a ruthless bull, her body jerking and her eyes fluttering.

“Ah ah ah ah” Erik was close, his muscles tiring.

“Daddy cum! Give it to me!”

And with that, Erik came. His footing slipping and both of them landing on the bed.

He lifted from her slow, slipping his condom covered dick out of her pussy. He stood up, sweaty sticky body glowing in the low light from the lamps, peeling the condom off slow, watching his stiff dick bob up and down like a door stopper.

“Here, this yo early Christmas gift.”

Erik walked over to Kelis, turning the condom over, watching as her eager tongue flicked with need, the white liquid oozing out like a string to her tongue. He smiled tiredly, squeezing it down so she wouldn’t miss a drop. Kelis swallowed it longingly, laughing afterward as if in heaven.

“Tastes good every time.”

Erik tossed the condom in the trash.

“I bet it does.”

Kelis picked up her phone to check it, scrolling through to see she had a few messages and missed calls.

“They sent me a notification about that Christmas Party you go to every year.”

Erik turned on the shower, feeling at the water to make sure it was warm enough.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower before I head out.”

“You heard me E?” Kelis asked while snuggling into his bed.

“Yeah, I head you girl.”

“So? Are you going or not?”

“Why the fuck is it a concern?” He responded with humor in his voice.

“It’s a concern because I wanna be your plus one.”

Erik knew she would ask this eventually. His dick and money had that kind of effect.

“Sure, I never brought a plus on with me, plus you can help me make connections this year with other entrepreneurs.”

Kelis scowled at that last bit. She really grew to like Erik a lot, and she wanted him to feel the same.

“Yeah, sure..”

“You gonna join me? Or stay in that bed?”

Kelis lifted from the bed, picking up her bonnet to cover her hair. She stepped in behind Erik.

“Here wash my back.” Erik handed her his body sponge. Kelis didn’t argue, used to the routine as she scrubbed in circles over his russet skin.

___________________________________

“Brielle this is amazing. I love what you did with the back. You know I love a low back. And it’s red!”

Brielle sat on the carpeted floor of her studio, measuring tape around her neck and rough sketches pooling in front of her. She wore her long curly hair in a low ponytail, cat eye red-framed glasses on her face with a fluffy cropped cream sweater, nude leggings and cream colored leg warmers with chestnut uggs on her feet.

“It compliments you, Erika, it’s your signature look.” Brielle took a sip of her caramel macchiato, playing with s single Tiffany diamond earring. She had a dress that needed to be made for Victoria’s Secret model who was having a bachelorette party. She wanted a short cocktail dress with a high slit up the leg in a pretty champagne silk. The back would be low with strings of diamonds dragging across.

“I can always count on you girl, DANIELLE!!!”

Erika’s assistant Danielle came rushing over, her boyish navy blue suit and public desire open-toed shoes coming into view.

“I want you to have this dress sealed and sent to my condo in Manhattan right away. If I so much as SEE a stain, that’s your head and your job.”

Brielle rolled her eyes, leaning forward to add detail to the sketch in front of her.

“Yes, ma’am right away!” Danielle scurried away to some of the employees of Brielle’s design studio to have the dress ready and protected. Erika slipped out the garment, gracefully handing it over to one of Brielle’s assistants.

“How is the life of Broadway going for you?” Brielle asked.

“Perfect actually, I will be touring internationally in about a week for the Nutcracker play. Of course, I’m staring in it.

She flipped her blunt cut hair, light skin glowing almost yellow under the vanity lights.

“That’s amazing Erika, I’ll definitely be out to support you of course when it starts.”

“Free tickets at the booth like always.”

Erika got dressed in her Fendi jumpsuit, Gucci booted heels on and real fur coat. She snapped her fingers for her Fendi clutch, Danielle handing it over.

“Well, this is goodbye, for now, Brie, I’ll see you sometime next year, you know I'll want my stylist to cook up something fabulous for me.”

“As always Erika you know I gotcha.”

She blew a kiss and waved goodbye, making her exit, finally causing Brielle to relax.

“Finally, queue the music and bring out the spiked eggnog guys. Her assistants laughed, all of them joining her.

“So, tomorrow is that Christmas party Brielle! You excited?”

Brielle didn’t wanna think about that damn party, but making connections made her money and more opportunities.

“Yeah, I’m going to drag my ass there no matter how much I don’t want to.”

“Alone?” Her main assistant Chrissy asked.

“Yep, like I have been doing for the past two years.”

Brielle didn’t have time to entertain a man.

“You would look cute with a plus one, how about Trevante Rhodes? He’s been eyeing you for some time girl and all that chocolate of a man can’t go unnoticed.”

Trevante was handsome and charming, Brielle definitely considered a date with him, but never made the initiative.

“Nah, I’m just gonna show up, drink, and go back to my hotel.”

Brielle looked at Chrissy, a thought surfacing.

“You know what, why don’t you come with me? It would be a great opportunity Chris and you would love it.”

Chrissy was shocked that Brie was making an offer, but nonetheless, she cheerfully accepted the invitation.

“Yes, Brie I would be more than happy to go with you girl.”

Brielle didn’t want to invite any of her other friends this time, and she really enjoyed Chrissy’s company. Who knows? They could explore the nightlife of New York afterward.

___________________________________________

Brielle finally made it to her Brooklyn apartment, greeting her Yorkie Muffy while opening her door.

“Hey, muff! I missed you baby!”

She ruffled her fur, kissing her nose. Brielle turned on her answering machine, busying herself with household duties while each message played out. Every single one was business related, and she didn’t want to deal with that right now especially since she just made it home. Brielle decided to make herself a pot of lasagna soup, leaning into her fridge to check for all the ingredients. Luckily she had everything she needed, grabbing up her crock pot. She made a pot of water to boil for her noodles, walking away to her bedroom to undress.

She felt like being naked for some reason, the cozy warmth of her apartment giving her more of a reason to walk around in her birthday suit. Her feet were covered in ugg slippers, and her curly hair out and wild.

“Alexa, play my Christmas playlist.”

The instrumental to Chris Brown this Christmas version played while she grabbed up one of her homemade eggnog glasses from the fridge. She loved this time of the year. Her birthday was just one day before Christmas. Her tree was already up and decorated, most of her gifts under it. She had lights up around her apartment, and streamers, even a mistletoe.

That very mistletoe she actually stared at right now, her naked body curled up on her grey suede couch.

Erik.

He came flooding her memories from last year, the cold way he told her Happy Holidays after stalking out sent a chill up her spine. After that, Brielle had been thinking and she felt horrible. She thought over the past week how she would apologize if he showed up, which he always did but still, she was afraid of his response.

Erik wasn’t the type of person to forgive easily.

Christmas Party, 2015:

“Erik! Come over here.”

Jason Blake, the CEO of a string of steakhouses across the nation.

“I would like for you to meet a friend of mines. She’s a Celeb Stylist here in New York.”

Erik approached, wearing a navy blue and green plaid tailored suit with gold cufflinks, navy blue suede custom Calvin Klein dress shoes, and matching black Calvin Klein glasses. He had short dreads that swept to one side of his face, some of the ones in the front touching his right eyebrow.

“Brielle, this is Erik Stevens. He is the CFO of the Wakandan Outreach Centers that originates in Oakland.”

He oozes charm, that killer smile blazing.

“It’s a pleasure, Miss Brielle.”

He held out his hand, Brielle taking it politely, slipping back with a hold on her glass of Chardonnay with two hands. Brielle wore a black suit dress of her design with gold buttons, feet covered in Louboutin red bottoms, her curly hair up in a messy top knot bun with bright red lipstick and a Smokey eye to bring out the captivating brown of her irises.

“I’ll let you two get to know each other.” Jason slipped away through the crowd, Erik stepping closer with a glass of what looked like Hennessy in his hand.

“Is it too soon to say that you look stunning.”

“No, but thank you.”

There was a pause before he spoke again.

“So tell me, why design?”

“Well, it’s funny that you ask that. I wanted to be a neurosurgeon.”

Erik looked taken aback, his eyebrows raising with enthusiasm.

“Really?! Why the change that’s dope.”

“Well, I’m all about following my passion. I started just one semester of it, and I found out I didn’t love it like I thought I would. Med School after graduating high school early was horrifying. So, I dropped out, and followed my other dream… I went to design school.”

Erik nods his head, impressed.

“I admire that. It’s amazing to see a strong, successful, black women do her thing.”

She blushed.

“Okay so, why the Wakandan Outreach? What do you do there?”

“I work in the science division. We basically come up with different technology that could benefit the black community, especially the youth.”

“That’s a really good job, and hard to get. King T’Challa from what I heard can be tuff.”

Brielle kept up with these sorts of things, she admired the way T’Challa decided to give back to African Americans.

“Yeah I know, he’s my cousin so I see first hand.”

“Bullshit.”

“Yes ma’am, he’s my cousin.”

Brielle just stared at Erik, hoping for a joke, but there the April fools didn’t come.

“Wow. Just wow…” that’s all she could say.

“Where does that place me in your circle of entrepreneur friends?”

Brielle let out a soft giggle.

“Uh, nowhere special. But that did shock me though.”

Before Erik could speak, a hand reached out over his shoulder seductively, causing Brielle to pause between drinking. The thing was, she could smell a womanizer on a man, and that was definitely Erik Stevens.

The women was a fellow business owner by the name of Charlotte. She had a couple of psychiatry offices in New York.

“Well well, I wondered when I would see you again.”

Erik’s jaw tightened, but not in annoyance.

“Charlotte Cruise. My…”

Brielle rolled her eyes, pressing out the wrinkles in her dress with her hand.

“Oh, hi Brie.” The women said with no interest.

“I’ll let you two talk and kiss and whatever else.”

Brielle downed the rest of her Chardonnay, heading over to Jason to talk about his new restaurant opening in Boston.

“Hey!”

Brielle looked over her shoulder.

“Leaving already? The convo was getting juicy.”

“Maybe another time, take care.”

To her surprise, that night Erik bothered her, but she didn’t mind a little. He was charming, but also she knew he admires her as well. Ever since then, he came to the Christmas parties, talking to Brielle.

Brielle was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the sizzling sound of water hitting fire, jumping up, naked booty bouncing as she made it to her boiling pot of lasagna noodles. She strained them, finally setting out to prepare her soup in the crockpot.

She sat on her carpeted floor, a wool robe on and freshly showered, Home Alone on. Brielle tried her hardest not to think about Erik, taking slow tastes of her hot soup.

Why was he on her mind, she didn’t like him.

But he’s so cute

I Don’t even want this man I just feel sorry for how I acted.

But he’s tantalizing and charming, and aristocratic.

“Oh boy” she doesn’t need this right now, a slow breath escaping her mouth as she opened her eyes to Kevin setting up toys near the window for the burglars to step on.

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Hey, so with all this madness going on in the world (this year is honestly shit), I’ve been taking a mental break and trying to write some fan fiction and I recently got back into Black Panther. Since you’re one of my favorite authors on here, I was wondering if you can share some tips on writing for Erik Killmonger. I hope I’m not asking too much. Thank you so much and stay awesome sis 💜✊🏾

Hey!!! Welcome back! And thanks so much for enjoying my work!!

I know things are tough right now for all of us, I’m trying to stay strong and I hope you are too!

Okay so for me when I first started to write Erik I basically looked him up on google to get a thorough look into his traits, skills, background, all of that. If you are looking for traits Erik can be prideful, a blood thirsty nature, violent methods, he wants change, escpecially for his people (black people) so that makes him a heavy activist. He’s cunning/mischievous. Egotistical, deep-rooted hatred, and distrust that makes it hard for him to open up to someone (girlfriend, friends) he has trauma too, paranoia, can be narcissistic depending on how you write him. He’s smart mouthed, sarcastic, can be goofy too if he is comfortable with you. He has a high sex drive. HIGH. I always write my Erik’s extra freaky and nasty because that’s how I see him. I get the impression that Erik is more of a guy you dream about fucking and he’s got that rough edge (nasty talk, pulling hair, choking if you’re into it, he’s into BDSM, he likes to be called Daddy, Sir) does he smoke weed? I think he indulges. Does he drink? Hell yes. He prefers dark liquor in my opinion so I think of Hennessy and Dussé or maybe a good aged whiskey

He’s brilliant; overly smart. I tend to write Erik in AU (Alternative Universe) because he has so much range. Doctor, Engineer of any kind, something mythological, maybe he is a front line worker like a fire fighter, EMT, maybe he an entrepreneur, maybe he’s an artist (painter, photographer, designs clothes, film maker) or you can go with him being an Assassin/ Mercenary. He’s obviously skilled in combat so for me I basically research different combat skills that I think Erik would have, the weapons he would use, all of that.

His style I keep it pretty simple. He isn’t too flashy in my opinion, he wears designer but it’s very casual but again this depends on how you write him. I can see drug dealer Erik being more flashy or mob boss Erik or maybe even Erik as a prince. Does he wear jewelry? I tend to give him a nice watch, a few chains (Cuban link) earrings, I like black diamond studs. Now, as far as his living situations that can vary too. I tend to give Erik luxury apartments/ pent houses/ condos. I don’t really see Erik having a home with land unless he is settled down or unless it’s a big ass mansion or something. He like simplistic but modern furniture, of course his home is wonderfully designed. A chefs kitchen is a must because I always write my Erik’s with a nice kitchen because I like to think he can cook especially since he’s traveled a lot. Erik is a sports car/sports bike type that has a standard luxury car like an Acura, G-Wagon, or a Tesla on the side.

It is important to get his smell lol. I always research colognes for men and I look at the scents in these colognes. Figure out what scent you feel Erik will have (black currant, cinnamon, patchouli, cedar) I always see him having a woodsy scent; strong and masculine. Talk about his grooming. Erik definitely takes care of his skin, his nails, his hair (what butters does he use, what beeswax for retwisting his locs, what oils). Have fun with Erik! You could have him with his scars, maybe he has a facial scar on his cheek like what happened in Wakanda, maybe he has tattoos, maybe he has a nose ring or a tongue ring. His dick...lol I just see Erik being blessed between his legs so that means girthy and long! Lol have fun with that. Anything can go with Erik honestly. Talk about his voice, look up different words to describe voices. Look up different words to describe facial expressions, gestures, physical descriptions.

Lastly, I tend to look at MBJ’s traits too because he did play Erik lol. Mike licks his lips a lot, bites his lips a lot, has dimples, has these puppy dog eyes with long lashes, this raspy voice that I love, full lips, the expressions he makes, all of that sis lol. If you want to write smut, I suggest finding some nasty inspiration on these black porn blogs and read the comments, see what people say, that will definitely help. Find a guy on a porn site that gives you inspiration too with the way they talk or fuck or eat pussy or black porn in general lol. Uhm, talk about how Erik looks at you, what sounds does he make when he’s turned on (growl, grunt, hiss, hum) what does he do that turns you on, hell, what do you like a man to do? Channel that!

Always ask for advice I can definitely be of service. I hope this helped.

[eye-raq]

Ember 4

Erik [code name Golden Jaguar ] x Black OC [name is Kimora but her code name is Ember]

Warnings: SMUT NSFW kink Phone sex cam sex SLOW BURN.

Summary: Erik becomes infatuated and obsessed with a live cam girl by the name of Ember, and all the way in NY, Ember is feeling the same towards Golden Jaguar.

This is gonna be a slow burn, so that means the anticipation is REAL between these two. I hope you guys enjoy and thanks so much for the reviews.

Ember Ember 2 Ember 3

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees” - Grace Willows

Splash!!!! *honk honk*

“You fucking asshole!!!” Kimora wouldn’t have been so upset if she would have watched her footing, face buried in her Stephen King IT book while walking down W 50th Street. It had just stopped raining and she decided to leave her job at the MET early to get home and rest up. She wore a thrifted pleated plaid skirt today with a black sheer holographic top with a cropped denim jacket, no bra. Her legs all the way down to her platform dock martens were drenched and she stopped to take a minute to breath, the other New Yorkers around her not paying any attention.

“I just really wanna go home now...” she made her way to the subway station as quick as she could, hoping to catch the A train to East Harlem in enough time. Making her way into the subway station she speed pass the crowd of people just 2 seconds away from missing the train. Relief washed over Kimora as she entered, squeezing pass a group of tourists. She decided to travel to the furthest cart to avoid bumping into wet people.

Kimora tiredly sat down near a window seat watching the train fly through the tunnel out of her graffiti stained window. Her mind wondered to Golden Jaguar as she relaxed, that being the 10th time it happened to her since two days ago. She thought about him living all the way in LA before they’re line cut, body still aching from the heated conversation. She bit at her glossy plump bottom lip, blush creeping up her neck making her hot.

{I love sucking some pussy miss Ember}

She opened up her live cam account on the train, noticing automatically that she had an inbox full of about 200 messages. Her interest was only on one person who ever he really was, scrolling through 30 new messages landing on about 5 of his. She chuckled at his eagerness, reading them in her head:

-Miss Ember I’ve been thinking about you heavy...I wonder how you treating that pussy right now...I miss you on live cam today.

-Damn girl is it embarrassing to say I dreamt of you last night? It was some wild shit too.

-I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that you live in NY, why you gotta be so damn far? Do daddy gotta come to you?

-Am I being pushy...you can be honest with a nigga. It’s just you do things to me ma...you got me in my feelings forreal lol

-Is it possible if I could have your number? I’m being bold right now and usually I don’t beg but I really wanna hear your sweet little voice again outside of this live cam shit. I promise, you don’t have to show your face or tell me who you are if your not ready baby girl.

She pondered, blood red tips tapping at her phone screen wondering if she should do it. Finally shrugging her shoulders letting out a quiet laugh, she sent him her number, nervous feeling creeping up almost instantly. It didn’t take long for a reply, only 5 mimutes later he sent [ 😈 ] and she was afraid to know what that meant exactly. Golden Jaguar being the demanding guy he is called her, and she knew it had to be him because of the area code. She looked about her, noticing an elderly man slumped from sleep diagonal to her. She had a little time so she picked up the phone letting out a sigh.

“So you just couldn’t wait to hear me speak again huh?” His baritone voice laughed tiredly on the other line before he groaned moving in the background. “Nah, you should be glad you have that kind of affect on people girl.” She smiled brushing a curly strand from her face. “ I am glad...is there anything I can help you with Daddy..”she spoke that low, “I’m kinda tied up right now I’m on the train.”

“Shid, so what?” She laughed louder now, “Oh so you REALLY bold all the way in LA huh?” “Just ease your mind that’s all I’m saying...let daddy do the talking okay?” Kimora paused, nervously looking about hoping that no one peaked through to watch her. “Okay...this how you wanna do it, ’ll play along to your little game Daddy.” There was silence for a second then his raspy commanding voice spoke out in her ear, “Watchu got on right now? I wanna picture it.”

Kimora scanned her body quick, “a see through top with a plaid skirt” Erik hummed in approval, leaning back in his swivel chair at his office in the shop he owned. “When you say see through what the fuck that mean?” She ran a single finger over her left nipple, feeling it stiffen before speaking low and clear into the phone, “No bra, just my bare chest against the fabric.”

“Mmm. Let me picture that shit...you got some big ass titties too and I bet they straining against that top you got on, begging to be free...free in this fucking mouth. You just love teasing people don’t you?” “You loving it though Daddy...” Erik nodded his head, a smile gracing his lips, “I’m doing more than loving it miss thing..stop tryna change the subject though, how short is that skirt?” She stroked the hem of her skirt pulling at it longingly, “it’s really short...if I bend over on this train right now this juicy ass and pussy would be out for everybody to see.” Erik had to sit up in his chair, booted foot knocking down rough scetches of car engines.

He ran his hand across the top of his braided dreads, eyebrows raised and dick causing his cargo pants to grow uncomfortably. He could see that shit now teasing him like a naughty school girl. “Fuck-FUCK. Girl you lucky I’m not there witchu. The fuck you doing walking around with a little skirt on and no panties? You asking for it. Is that shit wet?”

Kimora bit down on her lip, slowly lifting up one of her wet legs, feeling her moist center spread apart from the stretch. She dipped a single manicured finger into her slit, bringing it to her face seeing her slimy wetness. “Let’s just say that tongue of yours would have a lot of slurping to do; my shit is dripping right now...and it’s only from talking to you.” She sucked on her finger before smiling hard, nail grazing her plump bottom lip.

“You a nasty little slut you know that right Ember? For now on I’m gonna start calling your fine ass my NASTY LITTLE SLUT. How’s that sound?” Her heart tightened and her pussy quivered, almost wetting the seat under her. “I can be your nasty little slut, your nasty little freak, your nasty little whore, your nasty little bitch, what ever you want Daddy I can be.” Erik slouched in his seat, legs spread bringing his hand to cup his erection.

His eyes were lowered in lust, and his teeth gripped his bottom lip hard. “Let’s finish this game then...I want you to play with that pussy. Spread them fucking legs and dig in that pussy. Your gonna cum too I don’t care where you are my little slut.”

Kimora went to spread her legs but stopped suddenly when the door to the train opened and in came a tall guy with deep brown skin, hair cut with his curly top colored blonde, basketball shorts and muscle T-shirt on like he care from the court. His eyes landed on her for a second, scanning her with a soft smile before seating himself facing her near the door.

She freaked out for a second but his voice brought her back to attention. “I hope your doing what daddy told you to do.” She cleared her throat speaking low, “um... there’s somebody here...they can see me.” Erik kisses his teeth on the other line, chuckling low, “They wanna sit there give them a show, I don’t care Daddy wanna hear you moaning in my ear. DO IT my little fucking slut..”

Kimora raised her right leg over the top of the seat, hand slowly lowering to her pussy. The guy in front of her lifted his eyes to her doing a double take when he saw her with her leg stretched, a look of lust on her face. Kimora spread her lower lips with her fingers, taking her middle finger to rub at her stiff clit quickly. She met the guys eyes, and saw him giving her a gaze that dared her to stop, taking his earphones out of his ear. Erik’s voice brought her back to attention causing her to jump.

“Does it feel good? Answer me yes baby...” “yesss” Erik moaned in her ear, “that soft wet pussy. Stroke that clit baby. Imagine me tweaking that clit with my fingers. Are you quivering? Is your guest enjoying it?” Kimora bit at her lip, moaning hard, eyes stuck on the cute guy in front of her, she scanned him noticing his stiffness becoming even more wet. The guy bit down on his lip, adjusting himself, lifting his shirt a little showing his tattoo covered abs. He tilted his head up some, trying to peak at her motions and it turned Kimora on even more, having his voice in her ear and this strangers eyes on her. She aloud the guy to see, spreading out more so that his tall frame can get a glimps. She took note of his flustered skin and her body couldn’t take hearing Erik talk dirty while this mysterious cuties eyes roamed her body like prey.

Her belly fluttered from her overworking, head falling back and right leg loosing balance on the top of the seat. She needed to cum fast and now, her stop almost coming up. “Dig in that pussy my little slut, fuck up those walls. You wanna fuck me dont you?” Kimora nodded her head, “yes daddy... fuckkkkkkkk” She placed her fingers in her pussy, stroking fast causing the guy in front of her to dig his hands in his pants, rubbing at his dick.

The scene was intense and it was suprising that the sleeping man didn’t wake up. She placed her right hand on her outer lips spreading herself further to get more access, it was a euphoric high and she was about to cum. “I bet that pussy about to leak isn’t it? Damn I wish I was there to drink it up...make that pussy cum on that train...leave that messy shit there for people to see.”

Kimora tilted her lower body off the seat, limbs shaking as she whimpered, squirting all over the seat and floor. The guy in front of her sat shocked, face stuck on her. She breathed out quick, placing her fingers in her mouth, sighing. “Fuck babygirl. How does it taste? I know your nasty ass sucking on them fingers.” Kimora laughed, hearing her stop coming as she lifted from the seat, “yeah I love the taste of my pussy.” She adjusted her skirt and hair, walking to the exit. She turned to the guy still stuck in shock, cum stain in his pants giving him a wink before exiting to the platform.

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Kimora was in the middle of doing a yoga stance, finally washed after being in that sticky rain. She put her wet hair up in a top knot, body covered in a tight body suit with her plump ass hanging out. She needed to relive her body from tension and after hanging up with Golden Jaguar she needed to clear her mind. She never publicly pleased herself with someone watching. It was the most intense thing she had ever experienced and she craved for more, definitely planning to give him another call tonight before bed.

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Erik was in his home gym doing pull ups while his music blasted in the background. He needed some kind of workout that he missed out on lately because of Ember, more than ready to take a bath and talk to her again. He went to work out his chest now, watching his sweaty body flex in the mirror.

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“Where are you right now Daddy..” Kimora sat cross legged on her bed, clad in a white baby tanktop and high waist cotton panties. She looked refreshed and beautiful as always. “I’m taking a bath right now baby girl..” she moaned licking at her lips, picking up her glass of Alize sitting on her night Stan. “I bet that killer body you got is all glossy and soapy...I can’t help that I wish I was there to join you...” “close your eyes and imagine you sitting between my legs, hair pinned up and my lips French kissing down your neck and my tongue, leaving a trail of bites and spit.”

Kimora closed her eyes, an angelic look of longing overtaking her black beauty. “I can see that Daddy...your hard body pressed against my back, dick rubbing against my ass...imagine me grinding on it, bringing your hand to grip my pussy.”

Erik picked up his bottle of Henny, smile plastered to his lips and dreads crinkled and messy all over his head. “What you want me to do next? You want me to finger you deep or you want me to rub at that clit?” “I want you to finger me..fill me with those thick fingers you got I wanna feel full.” Erik ran his soapy hand across the back of his neck tongue wetting his lips, “have you always been this freaky? Like damn you a freaky bitch... I like that shit though.”

He ran his hand along his dick under the hot water, “I wonder how deep that pussy go, I plan on burying my shit inside you deep girl. I can see you now riding my dick in this jacuzzi tub...you like to ride dick? Or you like back shots?” Kimora pondered that for a moment, “I really like back shots more...I like my man to control my motions and the feeling of my ass clapping against him feels so damn good. The stretch of my pussy around the dick is fucking amazing. I haven’t been fucked like that in a while.”

“Damn it’s like that? Shit when you with me you’ll get fucked whenever you please...Fuck that pussy up as many times as you want, make that pussy cum as many times as you can give me. I don’t give up, and I damn sure don’t disappoint. That’s why you need this dick girl I’ll have that pussy straight in no time.” Kimora was so intrigued by this dude and she didn’t even know him, she wanted him so damn bad it felt unreal and she couldn’t stand it. “I want you to stroke your dick for me daddy. Cum for me like my pussy wrapped around that big dick.” Erik smiled, gripping his dick tight and stroking it slow. He closed his eyes longingly, mind stuck on Miss Ember as he worked his dick, hips grinding causing the water to shift and splash.

“How does my pussy feel daddy? Is it holding that dick in a vice grip? Is it wet and slippery? Tell me daddy I wanna know how I’m making you feel right now.” Kimora picked up her bullet vibrator, turning it on the highest speed to stimulate her clit. She didn’t bother to take off her panties as she pressed it to her center, automatically arching from the bed. “It feels so fucking good my little slut..your fucking daddy dick just how I like it...please go faster, I want that pussy to glide quick across this thick dick.”

Kimora felt her stomach tighten and she cursed from the intense pressure, “mmmmm Daddy that damn dick, I love daddy dick. Does daddy love his little sluts pussy? Is it the best pussy you ever had huh?” Erik moaned, head falling back against the wet wall, “I love this slick tight pussy...daddy loves it so much you got that good kitty kat. Fuckkkkk-shitttt” Erik couldn’t fucking take it, the friction from the water was giving him the best stroke and he couldn’t contain his jerking body. “Only your pussy can make daddy feel like this, only your pretty pink pussy can grind on this dick deep and long like that, fucking slut...FUCKING NASTY SLUT....oh shit..”

Erik was out of control, legs lifting from the soapy depths toes curling along the tub. “Cum with me daddy, cum with me please...I want you to cum deep in this pussy...I promise I won’t let it drip out, I will let this pussy take every single drop Daddy.” Erik was lost in her words letting out loud streaks of curse words before cumming in the bath, watching it swirl with the vanilla scented soap. Kimora pressed the vibrator in further, feeling her wetness coat her fresh panties. Erik struggled to gain his breath, while Kimora layed back in awe, smile gracing her lips.

“Do you always have this affect on women?” She asked, finally lifting to remove her panties and drink her Alize. Erik snorted a laughter which made her heart flutter, taking up his Henny again, “Yeah, I cant help that y’all women love me.” Kimora rolled her eyes into her head at his arrogance, “Yeah well I’ll have you know that I steal the hearts of mean and women mr Golden Jaguar.” Erik lifted a messy eyebrow, a half smirk gracing his beautiful mouth littered in gold, “oh so you put those pretty lips on pussy too?” Kimora blushed, “only my best friend...but I’ve had some pretty lips on me several times..it’s nothing wrong with that.” Erik stroked his beard, approving this new information about Miss Ember.”

“Okay...I have a request ma...and I want you to think about it before you decide to shut it down aight?” Kimora finished the rest of her drink, clearing her throat before speaking, “Okay...what do you wish.” Erik thought about what he wanted to say, finally finding the questions hoping she would answer them. “Aight..so every time we talk..I get to ask two questions about you and you do the same for me. It can be any question and you have the choice if you wanna answer it. How’s that sound?”

Kimora didn’t answer right away, chewing at her bottom lip nervously. She liked him, and she couldn’t lie that it didn’t make her mind wonder who he was and what he liked...she accepted, putting her faith into this but not wanting to give too much away, not now. “Okay, I accept your request, but I get to ask you first okay?” Erik couldn’t contain the child like excitement within him as he sat up in his jacuzzi tub, prepared for whatever she wanted to know, “I’m ready, ask me anything princess.”

“What do you do for a living?” This was an easy one, Erik answering with no hesitation, “I’m an engineer, graduated from MIT. I have my own shop where I design engines, give paint jobs on cars, upgrade cars, that’s about it really. I enjoy it, it’s pretty popular here in LA and I’m good with my hands so why not right?” Kimora instantly liked that about him, he was a college grad and he was good with his hands? She couldn’t help the new rush of wetness that came knocking at her velvet walls. “Hmmm that’s very impressive and so sexy, I love a guy with brains and craft.” Erik felt his skin go hot that he impressed the one girl he saught out while stroking his dick for the past month.

“Okay, so my next question is...what’s your name?” Erik felt his stomach flutter with butterflies? He wanted her to ask him this question and it was like she read his mind. “My name is Erik.” Kimora closed her eyes, trying to picture a face with his name, struggling and finding it annoying. She didn’t want to ask to see his face yet because she wanted to know more before she went further. “Wow, you actually sound like an Erik too, you have a nature of a King, an eternal ruler of sorts. Very dominant, I like that shit I can’t lie...sorry I’m so excited you probably find it cheesy.” Erik was impressed that she dug deeper into his name and picked at him like she knew him well. He liked her more then. “Miss Ember, I could never scold you for feeling the same thing I’m feeling right now.” She couldn’t hide her blush it was so damn big.

“So, now I gotta know two things..” she felt nervous then, fighting to hide it. “So, your an artist? I noticed from your sessions.” She paused, shock evident on her face, “You..you noticed? Really?” Erik could read the shock and fondness in her voice and he knew then that he hit the jackpot. “Yeah..you have easels and paintings littering your room.. so your an artist then?” She smiled bright, hand covering her mouth daintly, “yes! omg yes I am. I’m a painter, I do pottery, and I’m a photographer as well.”

Erik was impressed and definitely interested holding back from asking her more because then that would be two questions. “Wow, I’m not gonna lie I’m fucking pissed I’m not in NY right now.” He laughed then, causing her to laugh. “Okay okay lets stay focused your distracting me.” Kimora laughed hard, finally containing herself for his next question.

“I wanna know if I can see your eyes?” Kimora was shocked but very turned on by that. She rubbed at her knee, blushing again, “Yes, I can send you a picture of them if that’s okay?” Erik’s anticipation was off the charts as he waited for her picture. The notification popped up with her number and Erik went to click on it, watching it come into view. He paused, his eyes burning into the pretty brown orbs of hers, taking in her eye brows and luscious eyelashes that fluttered over her soft eyes. He was stuck, and it took for her sweet voice to bring him back to attention.

“Erik? Hello? It can’t be that amazing.” The Alize was getting to her.

“Well maybe you should take time to study them more when you look in the mirror, are you sure you don’t need company in NY right now?

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Open your mouth Princess.

Erik Stevens Request Fic.

Warnings: SMUT, Soft boi Erik, extra ass Erik, a little funny and it’s for my girl @littlesunflwrr

Summary: Kristina kept posting pictures of herself with her tongue out on social media, different dudes commenting saying how much they would LOVE to put something on it, getting Erik real mad. like, BIG MAD.

“Kristina, Kristina, Kristina.”

She was testing him. Just because she was a fine ass bitch; looks that could kill, doesn’t mean that she could sit up here and post pics with her tongue out. (“You just love poking that fucking tongue out girl.”)She had her tongue out while laying in bed, cleavage all out, she had her tongue out while that ass was arched over the bathroom sink in the mirror, she was a damn tease. (“Let me go teach this girl a lesson real quick, damn.”) Erik slipped on his blue and black Jordan 1’s, black hoodie up, and black shorts to match. He was gonna pay this girl a visit tonight.

*knock knock* Kristina was cuddled up in her plush bean bag, poetic justice playing on her tv. She had her hair up in a bun, little pink panties on and a cropped distressed T-shirt. She slipped on her slippers, walking to her front door to look through the peep hole. She eyed him, leaning back against the wall, eyes trained on that very peep hole, curiosity rising. Usually Erik would let her know when he was stopping by, but from the look of him, he seemed rather irritated about something. She unhooked the latch, opening the door swiftly, “hey baby, what’s wrong? You usually call me first or text.”

He didn’t say a word, just brushed pass her, finally in her apartment, kicking off his shoes, “so you think I’m playing huh?” Kristina closed and locked the door, arms folded and genuine confusion on her face, “what you mean? You walking up in here all salty like your day was fucked up. No hi, no nothing.” Erik pulled out his phone, pulling up IG quick, showing her, “what you mean? What the fuck is this? You been at home all day thirst trapping Krissy.” Kristina stared at the photo on her IG, body in a tiny baby tank top with no bra, little shorts on with her tongue out in the mirror. She honestly didn’t see a problem with it, smirking at Erik, “okay? I took that today...I was bored, that’s what happens when your home on a rainy fucking day. what’s the problem Erik?” He huffed, nostrils flared flipping to another one, showing her. He had his eyebrows raised in bewilderment, his lips set in a hard line.

This one, she had on a tight black bodycon dress, cute strappy Sandals on, her hair in feed ins with her tongue out again, but the caption said, “tongue action: mood right now 😈” she raised an eyebrow at the pick, face scrunching. Clearly he was being extra. I mean, she was a bad bitch, it’s not like she was out here getting dicked down by some other dude, as soon as she got with Erik about 8 months ago, she been throwing that pussy back and doing tricks for HIS DICK and only HIS DICK so why he tripping? “Baby... ha, you tripping right now. I can’t believe you came all the way out here to come at me about some pictures.”

Erik raised an eyebrow at her, eyes dark “oh so this ain’t nothing to you? I don’t need to be on my girls page, seeing thirst comments from bitch ass niggas talking bout, “what that mouth do?” And, “Damn Kristina I miss you” and “mmm you must like things in your mouth don’t you?” He was big mad and jealous acting, rubbing her the wrong way. She was irritated now, “forreal? Baby, it’s not even like that. Chill okay? Niggas gon be niggas, that’s how I met you right? DM me and everything so what’s the problem? I’m sucking your dick that’s it. You doing too much.” She went to turn up the TV, her favorite part on, “Look this our movie sit with me and chill. Looking like a cute angry red nose pit bull.”

“Krissy, forreal girl I’m gonna have to tame that tongue since you like flicking it and poking it out and running it across your lips.” He went to pull his hoodie off, huffing from the tag getting caught in his dreads, here comes aggy Erik she thought, folding her legs on the coffee table. “You wanna start with that irky shit now? Okay-“ she paused the movie folding her arms, “so what you gonna teach me this time?” Erik kneeled down in front of her, his fingers interlocked, “OPEN YOUR MOUTH KRISTINA.” She sat still, rolling her grey eyes before opening her mouth, pink tongue sticking all the way out, “Like tha?” Her voice was muffled from the positon. Erik gripped her chin, his face looming over hers, opening his mouth letting spit trail from tongue all the way on hers. She kept her eye on him, not knowing whether to close her mouth or to keep it open. “Here’s what I want you to do since I’m being so aggy today. I want you to go on ig live, and I want you to show these niggas that you mines, and only mines.”

She gripped his wrist to remove his hand from her chin, “Nigga what? I’m not gonna let my friends watch you do what ever you want to me oh nah-“ a chime came from her phone, Erik quickly grabbing it before she could. To make things WORSE it was this guy named Jamar who was famous for being in her DMs, sending her a video of him stroking his dick. This had to be the second vid, cuz t was another one from earlier that day that she viewed. Kristina sat very still, her eyes looking anywhere but at him. “Kristina, Kristina. Now I know, you didn’t view this shit from a little dick thirsty ass bitch? I just KNOW you didn’t do that baby.” He shook his head in shame, “and this the second one too, hmm.” She saw him tap her screen, before tossing her the phone, “get comfy, and go on live Krissy, NOW I’m not even playing.” He slammed his fist into the palm of his hand, “forreal do it, I’m disciplining you.”

She huffs, starting her live with the phone set up on the arm of the couch. She’s blinking into the camera, watching as Erik’s profile comes into view, kneeling down in front of her. He watched as nothing but dudes commented, one after the other.

Damn Kristina

I wanna fuck You

Where is your tongue at? That shit be all shiny and pink 👅

Hey girl!!! Long time no talk

We were gonna hit up a strip club wanna role?

fine ass Satan boyfriend is that you?!!

Kristina you got a whole man?

That nigga ugly-

“You got a huge fan base girl, but little do they know.” Erik got into Kristina’s personal space, his full lips brushing against hers before crashing roughly, his hands stroking her face, eyes all open and on her. Kristina followed him, her eyes moving from him to her phone screen. Erik punched Kristina’s lips together, her mouth opening, “OPEN YOUR MOUTH.” She hesitated, Erik’s eyes growing harder. “Girl, if you just listen to me, then this will be over quick okay?” Kristina squinted her eyes, opening her mouth watching as Erik spit on her tongue. A heat rose over her skin, but not good heat, embarrassing heat. “SWALLOW MY DNA.” She did, but very slow. Her eyes pleading that he cut this shit out. She looked at her screen again scanning the texts.

WTF KIND OF SHIT

Woah. That was hot

Man, get this late ass nigga out of here.

So what you tryna prove you got a man?

Girl he giving you spit I can give you this nut-

“Let me inform some of y’all dumb founded niggas, this is MINE. That tongue-“ he stuck his tongue out, running his fingers over it before rubbing it on hers, “that shit is mines. She got my print on that tongue, and for the record THIS NUT and THAT MOUTH is home sweet home.” He turned to Kristina, chuckling “you agree don’t you princess? How does my DNA taste?” She stared him down hard, his thumb stroking her hand, “It tastes good Er-“ he raised a calculating eyebrow, “DADDY.” He smiled broadly, pulling her in for a sloppy kiss, eyes turning to the screen to end the live.

As soon as it was done, Kristina shoved him, Erik laughing hysterically. “You know what, for that extra ass stunt you just pulled, I want some dick.” Erik snorted, “you don’t deserve this dick.” Kristina pulled her panties down, lifting her shirt over her head, “how about now?” Erik tried hard not to look at her, his eyes trained on the screen, “Janet was FINE as hell-“ she stood in front of him, her pussy in his face. Erik bit down on his lower lip, body jerking from a forced laugh that fought to escape his mouth. She gripped his dreads, causing him to wince, his eyes finally landing on her phat kitty, heart pumping. “I know that look from anywhere, you can’t turn down some good pussy. Why don’t you get on your knees and taste my DNA now, your extra ass.” Erik gripped her ass, smacking roughly then pinching, “you got five seconds to get to the room, 5-“ She darted, happy her bed was in close proximity, flopping down with her back arched. Erik stood in the door way, arms folded over his broad chest, “look at your eager ass.” He tiptoed over, kneeling on the bed, stroking her wetness, “You lucky I’m pussy starved.” Erik kissed her clit, his body bending to get a good angle, fingers parting her pussy. He licked at it multiple times, before sucking it slow, knowing how sensitive she is there.

“Fuck, just like that.” He slurped her up, smacking her ass before placing his heavy palm on her. She arched more, her legs shuttering as he stuck his tongue in her, feeling it wiggle around like a snake. She moaned out low into her pillow, her legs spreading as he ate her. “You like that shit don’t you Daddy, got you quiet now.” He slapped her hard on the ass, “And? I’m eating right now shut up.” She laughed, that laugh turning into a moan as he sucked her clit while his tongue strokes her inner folds. She was so sensitive, her stomach tightening already, “mhmm, I’m cumming-“ she slapped at the bed as she came on his tongue, her breath coming out slow. He lifted, taking off his shorts, watching her move, “Did I tell you to move?” She paused, feeling him come up behind her again, his mouth back to its assault on her pussy, sucking quick and rough. She went to grip him but he caught her hand, stopping her as he sucked her dry. “I got you where I want you girl, this is it for you.” She whimpered, her cum coating him again, but he wanted one more, “Krissy I know that’s not it where’s the rest at girl?” He slurped from her entrance to her clit, over and over, taking pride in the way her body shook. She screamed, her cum coming out heavy. “By the way, you taste good.”

Erik stroked his dick, “let me pick you up I wanna see how your face look while I’m torturing that pussy.” He didn’t even wait for an answer, picking her little body up and gripping her right over him, his dick rubbing against her. She bit down on her lip, taking in his big puppy dog eyes and red nose. “You want this dick baby, you gotta beg for it.” She touched foreheads with him, “please my extra ass Daddy, fuck me.” At this point she wanted some dick bad and he kept playing. “Okay my thirst trapping as wifey.” He entered her slow, eyes taking in every expression she made, “I could never get tired of this dick.” He chuckled, “You better not.” He gripped her hips, walking while he fucked her, his little princess bouncing on him like one of those nostalgic toys from the 90s.

“Mmmmm, this fucking pussy.” He stopped near the window, the moon light dancing off his skin. She gripped at the wall, her body jerking from every stroke, Erik assaulting her neck as his hips digged into hers. “Yes Daddy you fucking this pussy up!” He tilted her head, spitting on her pulsing neck, rubbing it in with his tongue. She gripped his dick tighter from that, her walls caving, “oh shit, Oh shit, oh fuck.” She gaped at him, her legs gripping his waist when she came. He smiled, turning to kiss her rough, startingvhis strokes up again. The clapping was music to their ears and the smell of sex was enticing. “Whose tongue is it princess?” She tongued her lips, “yours of course.” He let her down, flipping her over, Kristina peering out her window at the moon, her hand coming up to claw at the glass, smudging it from her sweaty finger tips.

Erik crossed his arms over her hips, dick moving like a piston and perspiration high. She leaned her face on the glass, smushing her cheek as she allowed Erik to beat her down from this ungodly angle, “You really are Satan for this good for nothing dick you got.” Erik gripped her bun, speaking into her ear, “and your a helpless little brat that’s eating up every stroke my dick is giving you.” She let out a groan, her walls disobeying her as she came undone, her legs struggling. Erik’s head tilted low, his strokes growing sloppier, his hands gripping her harder, “Damn Krissy, FUCK girl.”

“You Cummings daddy? Keep going.”

“STAY JUST LIKE THAT.” And with that, Erik came undone, leaning his weight on her, body shuttering. Krissy smiles, beginning to feel his heavy form, “ared you can get up now.” Erik lifted from her walking away his hands running down his sweaty abs, dick still stiff. Krissy ran up to him, placing her lips on his tip causing him to flinch, “STOP IT GIRL.” She did it again, hearing him hiss, “its sensitive right now wait like 5 minutes.” She laughed, “I can do that, I still wanna try those positions I looked up online.” Erik crashed on her bed, his face buried in her pillow, “since we got 5 minutes, delete those fucking pictures now. I don’t want none of those fools looking at my tongue.” She groaned, picking up her phone, deleting every single one. “Finished?” He asked, turing now with tired eyes. “Yeah Irky it’s done.” He pulled her to the bed, placing his chin on her shoulder, “so tell me about that one position where that girl was doing a hand stand.” She smirked, “well..”

That’s it y’all, this was quick and funny and soft boi Extra Erik okay? Hope y’all love it 😘😘😘 this was for my girl @littlesunflwrr I was suppose to have this done for her like two weeks ago

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