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Attuma awakens slowly, consciousness descending on him in gentle increments. He moans, hips shifting restlessly, as sensations wash over him. His brain sluggishly registers slick, sucking heat engulfing his cock all the way to the base. The feeling is short-lived and he grumbles in disappointment at its loss.
A fond chuckle reaches his ears and he fights the lingering vestiges of sleep, forcing his eyes open. He groans out a curse at the sight that greets him: Okoye, naked, settled between his thighs, ass in the air and one hand wrapped around his cock as she opens her mouth. Her tongue curls around the tip, lapping away a bitter wash of precum.
“Mmmm, fuck… Good morning, in yakunaj,” his breath hitches on a sigh when she sucks the head of his cock into her mouth, hand stroking his shaft leisurely.
Pulling off with a wet smack, Okoye smiles shyly at him. She presses a soft kiss to the tip and murmurs, “Good morning, sithandwa sam.”
He sighs as she scatters kisses along the underside of his cock. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
“Hmmm,” she murmurs, nuzzling his cock and rubbing her cheek against the soft skin, “you may regret those words.”
“I’m willing to risk it. Especially when you—ah, fuck,” he hisses at the feel of her sucking him down in one go, nose brushing his skin. He grips the sides of her head, gently lifting her up and down as he fucks into the wet heat of her mouth. Countless moments later, he feels a tingling begin low in his belly as his balls tighten, preparing to flood her mouth.
Shoving his hands away, Okoye pulls off of him and his cock hits his belly with a wet smack. He groans at the painful stimulation and pouts at her.
“I have plans for that,” she says, climbing up to straddle his waist, wet heat hovering so close to the base of his cock that he feels it twitch and leak onto his belly.
Hands settling on her thighs, Attuma looks up at her, intrigued. “What kind of plans?”
“Well…,” Okoye bites her lower lip, looking at him through her lashes as she reaches for his cock and pulls it upright. Lifting up on her knees, she moves so the head of his cock notches at her opening.
Attuma watches, mesmerized, as she rubs his cock along her slit, soaking him with her wetness. He tries to fuck into her but she follows his movement and clicks her tongue at him.
Dropping his head back onto the pillow with a groan, he says, “You’re killing me, ‘Koye…”
“But I haven’t told you my plan yet,” she teases.
“I told you, whatever it is, the answer is ‘fuck, yes’.”
“Even if my plan is for you to put a baby in me?”
His cock throbs in her grasp at the words and she chuckles. Her chuckle turns into a yelp of surprise when Attuma flips her over onto her back. He settles between her thighs and kisses her deeply as he shoves her thighs up and outward. Sinking into her in one smooth thrust, he growls against her lips, “I’ll fuck a baby into you,” as he starts fucking her.
She arches beneath the onslaught, hands wrapping around his biceps and holding on for dear life. Every slam into her jolts her up the mattress and makes her inner muscles clench on his cock, driving him mindless with lust.
Pushing her thighs back toward her chest so she’s at the perfect angle, Attuma sinks as deep as he can go. Her cries compete with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and the wet clutch of her around his cock.
Throwing one hand behind her head to brace herself against the headboard, Okoye slips the other between her legs.
“Fuck,” he moans, biting his lip and slowing his pace as he watches her play with herself.
Her inner muscles flutter around his cock and she whimpers, “Want you to come inside me, fill me up—oh, fuck…”
With a growl, Attuma lets go of her thighs and leans down, bodies sliding together as he pounds into her. He kisses her without any semblance of finesse as his balls draw up tight and he feels the orgasm rising, heat spreading low in his belly.
“You gonna give it to me, ‘Tuma? Gonna give me a baby?” Her voice turns breathy at the end, that little hitch that lets him know she’s close.
“Fuck yeah, I am,” he grunts, circling his hips and trying to stave off his orgasm. “Come on, ko’oten wo’osal.”
She strains against him, fingers rubbing, and she moans in disappointment. “Please, I need—”
“I got you,” he murmurs, kissing a path up to the side of her neck. He sucks hard at the skin, nipping just so and she cries out his name as her inner muscles clench around him, body arching with pleasure.
Attuma slams into her, groaning against her throat, hips twitching with each pulse. It feels like it goes on forever, body trembling as he comes deep inside her over and over again.
Countless minutes later, brain functions slowly return and he makes a move to roll off of her.
She clutches him close, arms and legs wrapping around him, and whispers in his ear, “Don’t go yet.”
“‘M gonna crush you…”
“Just a little longer, sithandwa sam; gotta make sure it takes.”