Pussy Trap 4: The Shadow Of Death Part 15

Baseem used every cry and movement against her; repeating each movement until her body quivered to be free from his grip. He then placed his warm, wet lips over her sticky pearl; sucking hard between lapping the juices from between her lips.

Simone groaned from the tips of her toes to the curve of her lips as she felt vibrations of heated pa.s.sion move through her body that she had never experienced before. Short, hot, breaths left her lips as she braced herself to release to him her center's sultry nectar. She squirmed from side to side as he pinned her in place; Simone inhaled deeply and let go.

"Oh, my G.o.d..." she cried out as her p.u.s.s.y submitted to his merciless tongue.

Baseem licked slowly as she twitched to his touch. "Mmm..." he sighed, then flipped her over on her stomach. "Lift up," he commanded, getting in position to add some panty-wetting memories to her mental rolodex.

Simone pushed up on her knees and rested her head on the pillow. Baseem parted her b.u.t.t cheeks and licked easily around her wet opening.

"Ssss...baby," she mumbled as he began to pleasure her p.u.s.s.y on a pedestal and praised it. Simone was on the edge once again as Baseem sucked, licked and nibbled her lips and c.l.i.t while giving her deep-finger thrust; tickling her secret spot within.

"I'm about to c.u.m, baby," she panted; and as the words left her lips, her body gave in to his desire.

Baseem gripped her luscious cheeks in the palm of his hands and licked slowly up and down her sweet opening and the crack of her a.s.s, taking full advantage of the control she released to him. Simone twitched and let out a gut-wrenching cry. Clutching the pillow in her arms, she buried her face and screamed; her legs trembled beneath her as her p.u.s.s.y let go of years of yearning. Simone rested her body against the bed as Baseem eased her out of his grip.

Baseem got up off the bed, admiring the effect his head game had on her body. He wiped his face on a small towel and strapped up for the next level of his journey. Before getting back on the bed, he retrieved the baby oil gel from the bathroom then climbed up behind her.

"You good, baby?" he asked as he began to drizzle the oil on her skin.

"Yeesss..." Simone replied, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment as his strong hands glided along her body.

Baseem carefully ma.s.saged each body part relaxing all her muscles. Simone stretched her arms out and welcomed every touch. When Baseem got her to a point of total submission, he rested his body over hers and placed his thickness between her legs; parting them with his feet.

"Not from the back, Bas," she became alarmed at the mere thought.

"Relax, ma. I got you, baby," he comforted her as he positioned himself to enter her garden. Slowly, he pushed in; listening and responding to every moan she released and ignoring only the pleas for him to stop.

"Ahhh...not too deep, Bas," Simone panted as he broke down her tightness one carefully unrestricted stroke at a time.

"Deep d.i.c.k is good d.i.c.k, baby; let daddy work this p.u.s.s.y for you, baby," Baseem groaned as he fed her slippery inches deeper with every push. "Close your feet at the ankle," he ordered, putting his feet outside of hers when her p.u.s.s.y muscles snuggled around his d.i.c.k causing him to pick up speed.

Simone complied to his commands and received more levels of ecstasy as he circled and down stroked deeply with every thrust.

"Ahhh...you feel so good, baby. Make me c.u.m, Bas," Simone let him have her every thought; she needed to make sure he could give her p.u.s.s.y every pleasure imaginable.

"s.h.i.+t...this is what daddy like right here," Baseem let down his guard and began enjoying the feast that lay before him. He placed sensual kisses along her back; watching her fingers clench tightly to the sheets as he made up for lost time. "I gotta feel this p.u.s.s.y," Baseem moaned, pulling out.

"Get up on your knees, baby," he ordered as he rolled off the plastic.

Simone got into position and jumped when his hands held her in place and his inches entered her raw.

"Bas, no."

"Just a little bit, baby. Let me play in your wetness, baby," he whispered, pulling her into him slowly.

"Bas, hurry," she panted, looking over her shoulder at the pa.s.sion on his face as he watched his d.i.c.k slid in and out.

"I thought you wanted to c.u.m," Baseem said as he searched for that spot that released the water.

"I do," Simone muttered, turning her head and placing it in the pillow as she felt Baseem pleasing her spot.

"Let me make my p.u.s.s.y c.u.m, baby," he distracted her mind with quick short strokes against her G.

"Yesss..." she cried out and rocked back into his push.

Baseem got a little excited and went in deep and hard; when he saw his d.i.c.k gloss up, he brought her back and forth into him again, ignoring her pleas.

Simone tried to bury her face, but Baseem s.n.a.t.c.hed the pillows and threw them on the floor.

"Nah, ma. I need to hear that s.h.i.+t," Baseem handled her p.u.s.s.y like the beast that he was.

"Ba.s.ss...I'm c.u.mming...oh, my G.o.d!" she yelled out and reached back, grabbing his wrist to slow his stride.

"Move your hand baby and let that happen," he said, punis.h.i.+ng her spot.

Simone again felt the currents move throughout her body; she took in a mouthful of air and released the pressure. Baseem slowed his stroke and dipped in and out of her liquid heat as she tried to recover. He thought about strapping up, but the p.u.s.s.y wouldn't allow him to stop. He pumped to the rhythm of her moans; holding her b.u.t.ter-soft skin between his fingers as he hit the p.u.s.s.y from the side.

"You all mine now, baby," he taunted as his stride quickened. "You gonna make daddy c.u.m?" he asked, not missing a stroke.

"Yesss...but you gotta strap up, Bas," her lips responded, but her kitty was saying, you better not move.

Baseem pulled out and flipped her on her back; as he pushed back in, Simone dug her nails into his flesh.

"Baseem," she pouted as he went in for his attack, "Bas, be gentle," she begged as she saw the hunger in his eyes.

Baseem looked down into her face at her humble request but he showed no mercy. He placed one leg over his shoulder and went in deep; her slippery lips welcomed every stroke. He ravished what was left of her; sucking her nipples and biting into the plumpness of her breast. Baseem moved his muscular frame and long thick d.i.c.k between her thighs, bringing them to the brink.

"Ssss...I'm about to come, baby; you want me stop?" Baseem asked tonguing her deeply.

Simone crumbled to his l.u.s.t as he found and pleasured her spot. They moaned and grinded their centers together as the heat suffocated the air around them. Baseem pushed in deep and released as she grinded close on his pole, stimulating her c.l.i.t against his pelvis until she let go right along with him. Baseem kept his mouth on hers and played with her tongue while she held him tight.

"I love you," she moaned between kisses as a tear ran down the side of her face.

"I know," he replied as he felt his d.i.c.k rocking back up.

"No, Bas," she mumbled as she felt her p.u.s.s.y throbbing "Haven't you realized by now I don't listen to no," he said as he began to stoke.

Simone just closed her eyes and let him have whatever he wanted. She was rewarded with a long, thick d.i.c.k that could hit her spot repeatedly without question or instruction. She came and cried until he decided she was done. When Simone could no longer move, Baseem rolled over on his back, pulled her on top of him and covered her s.e.xy limp body.

"Bas, I can't," she incoherently mumbled.

"I know. This is the position I want you in when you wake up," he replied as he reached on the nightstand, grabbed a blunt and lit up. "Rest up, ma. He ain't going to be playing when he wake up," he warned, inhaling deeply.

"Well, what do you call what just happened?" she looked up at him with low eyes.

"Foreplay," Baseem answered, blowing thick smoke into the air.

Simone felt her stomach drop. "You are taking advantage of me," she joked, resting her head on his chest.

"Yup, all weekend; and there is no one here to help you."

When Simone opened her eyes, her heart fluttered at the memories of the night before. Baseem had managed to give her body a plethora of enjoyment. She swung her feet over the side of the bed then striped the sheets and headed for the shower. Her nostrils opened wide at the smell of fresh coffee. She hopped in the shower and washed her pleasantly-pleased aching body. Simone smiled while lathering her skin. She pictured his hands, mouth, and body all over hers while showing her p.u.s.s.y long, deep love. She rinsed her skin and stepped out; after lotioning from head to toe, she slipped on a thong then into a thin pink sundress and headed to the kitchen.

Simone looked around the kitchen at the arrangement he set up, an a.s.sortment of fresh m.u.f.fins in a basket and fruit sliced nicely on a tray. She grabbed a handful of grapes and poured herself a cup of coffee. Simone stood looking out at the field sipping hot brew when a familiar smell rose in her nostrils. She moved toward the front door and peeked out the screen to see Baseem sitting in a chair with his feet propped up smoking weed in an old fas.h.i.+on grandfather pipe.

"Good morning," Simone said as she pushed open the screen door.

"Hey, s.e.xy," he responded, putting out his hand. "Did you sleep well?" he asked as she came to his side.

"Yes, too well. That bed put a spell on me," she giggled, placing her hand into his.

"Nah, that's was that real d.i.c.k action; you ain't use to that," he patted his thigh for her to sit down.

"I sure do now," Simone said, perching herself on his lap.

Baseem gave her a half smile.

Simone looked down in to his face and saw so much beauty combined with so much pain. "Who are you?" she asked, stroking the side of his face.

Baseem chuckled. "Come take a walk with me," he said, motioning for her to stand. Baseem tucked his pipe away and took her by the hand. As they walked through the field, Baseem pointed out different spots on the land where he had shared special summers and occasions with his grandparents. Simone laughed as he pointed to the tree he had to get switches from when he got out of hand. They walked past the grape vines and then toward the huge willow trees.

Simone smiled from the inside out as she began to feel closer to him. Baseem shared a few more stories then stopped by the side of a brook that ran between the trees.

"This is my favorite spot. I came here many days and nights to cleanse my mind."

"You need to do more things that will not haunt your mind," Simone stated gently.

"Haven't ever had a reason to," he looked her in the eyes.

"I can try to give you one or two."

"We'll see."

"Why are you so afraid to love?" she asked, looking at the flow of the water.

"n.i.g.g.as like me are different. We love when we can and kill anything or anyone that may threaten or destroy that love. Can you live with that?"

"I don't know," she stated honestly.

"I don't think you have a choice," he turned her face toward him.

"There is always a choice," she combated.

"Yup, and from the beat of your heart, yours is already made," he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"You really think you know me," she said as she melted to his touch.

"Mannn...yo a.s.s is an open book. When I made that p.u.s.s.y c.u.m the first time, you gave me the key to all your secrets."

"Whatever," she hit his arm. "Well, what are my secrets?"

"You fell in love with me the first day you met me; and even though you didn't want to...stopping it at this point is not an option," he stated firmly.

"Like I said, whatever," she turned her face back to the stream.

"Don't worry, I won't tell," he smacked her b.u.t.t then pulled out his pipe and lit it up. He held her with her back to his chest as they stared out at nature and enjoyed the serenity. "Here, take a little hit of this heat so you can get your mind right," he joked.

Simone tuned in his direction. "I don't do that," she wrinkled her noise up and pushed his hand away.

"I know you don't, but do it for me. I want all your firsts," he stared at her with intense eyes. "I'm about to give you a gift," he extended his arm, pa.s.sing her the pipe filled with purple and Acapulco gold.

Simone looked up then hesitantly took the pipe from his hands. She looked at it from bowl to tip then placed it to her lips and Baseem lit up. Simone took three deep pulls on the tip just like she had seen Baseem do. Her eyes watered up and her throat did a reverse as she began to choke and cough out smoke.

Baseem laughed as he watched her hold her chest and take short breaths.

"That ain't funny. What is that?" she asked, giving him the side-eye.

"That's some grown man s.h.i.+t; don't even worry about it," he tucked his pipe away in the case and slid it in his pocket.

"h.e.l.loooo...I am not a grown man. I am a grown woman if you haven't noticed," Simone spoke with a frisky tongue, running her hands over her curves as she felt a tingling energy and a numbing sensation take over her body.

Baseem chuckled watching her eyelids get heavy. "You're not a grown woman yet; but I am about to make you one," he reached over and slid her dress strap off her shoulder. "Let me have this," he spoke deep as he slid the other strap off.

Simone lowered her gaze and put her hands up to her chest to catch her falling dress.

"Relax, I got you, baby; let me have all of you. Step out of this," he instructed.

Simone complied then covered her breast as she stood in front of Baseem exposed; wearing nothing but her thong and her purity. Her eyes darted from left to right surveying the area.

"It's just me and you, baby,"

Baseem lifted her chin and kissed her lips lightly; then he stared at her beautiful body as the mid-morning glow caressed her coco-bronze skin. "Move your hands," he spoke firmly then watched as her perky breast sprang from her hands. Baseem pulled off his tank and pulled her in close so that her erect nipples rested against his chest.

Simone's breaths quickened as the heat from his body caused her kitty to tingle and moisten.

"You are so beautiful. I want you to let me love you. Let me be your comfort," he said as he placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

"You have to take care of my heart," she uttered; a little over a whisper.

"I can do that, but you owe me the same courtesy," he said as he rubbed his fingers over her nipples.

"Don't take me too fast; I still don't know who you really are," Simone rested her hand on his wrist.

"Let me show you," he responded, enjoying the innocence on her face.

Simone nodded her head up and down as his hands caressed the cup of her breast.

"Climb up here so you can sit on all this power while I tell you a story," Baseem loosened his sweatpants, released the beast, and stroked himself to full capacity. He lifted her up and placed her around his waist.