Big Black Cock Tastes Better {2}

SYDNEY

“Hi, neighbor.” He said in the rich, deep voice of his that made my pussy throb even more.

I cleared my throat, composing myself. “Um, hello, neighbor. Do you… um, can I help you?”

“Yeah, sorry to bother you,” He said in an innocent tone. “I was just done mowing the lawn and gathering the grass, but then my rake broke. Any chance I could borrow yours?”

“Um…” My throat felt incredibly thick, so I swallowed down. “Yeah, sure. I uh… I think the rake is hanging on the wall in the garage or something. Let me grab it real quick.”

The side of his lips curled up. “Thank you so much, neighbor. It's Sydney, right?”

“Yes, Sydney.”

He smiled. “Okay.”

I took a step back in and shut the door. I leaned against it and clutched my chest to feel how really fast my heart was hammering.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Now, remember, Sydney, this is a temptation, and you must overcome it. You must. Think about your husband, whom you love so dearly, and think about your children, too, who look up to you.

Yes, you've got this.

I've got this.

Just give him the rake, and that's it.

That's what I'll do.

I heaved a deep breath and walked down to the garage. After a quick scrutiny of the place, I found the rake on the wall. I grabbed it, turned and headed back to the foyer.

I paused to fix my hair and adjust my pajamas before I opened the door. Matthew's broad sculpted back was faced to me, allowing me to see how perfectly small his waist was and how thick his biceps were.

God, I swear this guy knows what he's doing.

I cleared my throat to get his attention, and he turned.

“Here it is.” I offered him the rake.

He smiled. “That's really nice of you, neighbor... I mean, Sydney. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

He reached out and wrapped his hand around mine on the rake. The feel of the physical contact sent electric jolts right through me, and I flinched, pulling my hand away really fast.

I felt the heat rush to my face.

This guy… I swear to God…

“Well, I'm-I'm glad I could help.” I said in a choked voice, “Return it when you're done.”

I tried to close the door, but he stuck his foot between the door and the frame, hindering the door from closing.

I glanced up at him. “What are you... What are you doing?”

“We both know that the rake is not the reason I'm here.” He said in a serious tone, eyes piercing into mine, making my pulse rise.

“Then…”

“I see the way you look at me every time.” He said, “The raw hunger. The unwanted desire. Even now. You want me, Sydney. I want you, too. I can give you what your husband can't.” His hand slowly slid down to wrap around his crotch. “A big black cock. Black cocks taste better, you know.”

“Y-you need to leave now.” I tried to sound harsh, but my voice came out husky. “You are no longer welcome here.”

We both stood there, motionless, holding each other's gaze for a long time. My breath came out unevenly.

Suddenly, he took a step forward and leaned in.

I didn't pull back. Neither did I do anything. I just stood there, motionless, heart hammering against my ribs, eyes clenched shut, pussy dripping onto my panties as I felt his hot breath on mine.

I thought he was going to kiss me.

But he didn't.

Surprised, I flung open my eyes only to find him smirking.

“See? You want me.” He purred., “Now say it. Say you want me.”

I couldn't say it. I can't do this to Tom.

“Go on, Sydney,” He encouraged, voice low and velvety, “Say it.”

“I… I… I… I…”

“Yes, finish it.”

“I… I…” Sorry, Tom. “I want you.”

He smiled, slow and satisfied. “Good girl.”

Then he took a step in, riding me back into the foyer and shut the door behind him with a soft click, and that sound made my heart race even faster.

Before I could think, he grabbed my waist with both big hands and slammed me back against the wall. The sudden force knocked the air out of me, but it felt strangely good.

His mouth came crashing down on mine in a deep, hard kiss. The kiss was hungry, filthy, and dirty. He claimed my lips like he owned them, crushing them so hard until they burned.

His tongue pushed into my mouth, tasting me, owning me. I moaned into him, melting against him, my hands feeling his firm chest. He kissed me in a way I have never been kissed before in my entire life. Hard, deep and dominant.

While he kissed me, one of his hands slid up and wrapped around my breast through my pajama shirt. He squeezed hard. I moaned louder into his mouth, my body shaking. His fingers dug in, kneading my soft flesh like he couldn’t get enough.

He broke the kiss just long enough to look down at me with dark, hungry eyes. Then he started unbuttoning my pajama shirt slowly, one button at a time. When he got the last one open, he tossed the shirt to the floor. My heavy tits spilled free, nipples already hard and aching.

“Fuck, look at these,” He groaned, voice rough. “I'm jealous of your husband, you know why? He gets to enjoy this every night?”

His words warmed my cheeks, making me feel desired and my heart fluttered.

He grabbed both tits in his strong hands and squeezed them together, making them bulge. His thumbs flicked over my hard nipples, rubbing and teasing them in circles until I was whimpering.

He lowered his head and wrapped his warm mouth around one nipple. The sensation hit me like fire. I moaned loudly, my fingers tangling in his short hair, pulling him closer.

He sucked hard, like a man starved, pulling my nipple deep between his lips and holding it there. Then he let it go with a wet pop before sucking it back in again, even harder.

“Oh god…” I breathed.

He moaned against my tit, the sound vibrating through me. He sucked passionately, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud while his hand kept squeezing the soft flesh.

He grazed his teeth over it gently, then harder, making me gasp. The mix of pleasure and little bites sent heat straight down to my pussy.

He switched to the other tit, giving it the same long, greedy treatment. He sucked and pulled, drinking from me like he was addicted. His hand never stopped squeezing and massaging the first one, tugging the nipple between his fingers.

Wet sucking sounds filled the foyer. My knees felt weak. I kept moaning, pushing my chest forward, wanting more.

Every time he sucked hard, I felt it deep in my core. My pussy was soaking my panties now, dripping down my thighs. I felt so guilty thinking about Tom, my husband… but that guilt somehow made everything feel even hotter.

I was a cheating wife getting her tits sucked by a big black man in my own house, and it turned me on so much I could barely stand.

He kept going for a long time, switching between my tits, sucking one deep and slow, then the other fast and rough. He pulled them, squeezed them, licked them all over, covering my soft skin with his spit. My nipples were swollen and shiny when he finally pulled back.

He looked down at me, breathing hard, his lips wet. “Have you ever sucked a black cock before?”

I shook my head, still dizzy from all the attention on my tits.

“Perfect,” He said with a wicked smile.

He guided me down to my knees right there in the foyer.

“Go on.” He encouraged, “Free that beautiful monster.”

My hands trembled as I reached for his jeans and pulled the zipper down. I sank my hands into the waistband and tugged them lower, along with his boxers.

His cock sprang out heavily, almost hitting my face, slapping up against his taut skin.

My eyes widened.

Sweet baby Jesus!

This has to be the hugest, fattest cock I've ever seen in my entire life! So thick and so fucking long. Tom’s cock will look like that of a toothpick compared to this.

The dark shaft looked heavy, veins running along its length. The fat head was swollen and already leaking a little precum.

It had to be at least ten inches or maybe more, and so thick my fingers wouldn’t even meet if I wrapped my hand around it. It curved slightly upward, looking powerful and intimidating.

“Wow…” I whispered, staring at it.

He wrapped his hand around the base and tapped the heavy cock against my cheek. “Open that pretty mouth, Sydney. Time to taste your first black cock.”