I squeezed him a little then raised my butt up and aligned his dick to my clit, still on my toes, I slipped in just the tip and rolled it around my entrance a little bit, teasing myself. I really wished I had time to play. I looked up and met his eyes. They were glazed over and alluring. He was as excited and expectant as I was. Each time I rolled his tip round my clit, he tried to jerk up, thinking he would be going in but I would remove it and rub the flat of my thumb around the cap of his shaft, making him hiss.
He became impatient, grabbed my breasts and started kneading them in retaliation. The combination of the sensation from my breast and the warmth from my clits was too much for me so I allowed him to go in then started riding him back and forth. I liked the way his eyes turned darker each time I clenched around him so I kept doing it, making him jerk up intermittently.
By this time, we were both moaning but because I was in control, I was focused on giving him pleasure. I was able to control myself a bit. But each thrust sapped energy from me until I couldn't keep up again. I collapsed on him.
"You will always be mine." he whispered into my ears, He then mashed my mouth up in a passionate kiss. It was as if those words sucked whatever remained of my strength.
He grabbed my butts, lifted my ass and started moving in and out of my Vijay. He was slow at first and I was purring and kissing his ears and neck. The slow burn was killing me so I whispered in his ears … "fuck me hard, Slyvester. Fuck Me please."
He picked up pace immediately. He slammed into me aggressively, hitting my sweet spot merciless until I started screaming his name.
I was close to climax more than three times but each time, Sylvester would slow down so I could crash. Then he would start all over again.
"Sylvester please. Let me cum please." I pleaded when it happened the sixth time. I simply couldn't take it again. He then resumed and became even more aggressive, thrusting in and out ceaselessly. "Say my name!" He groaned.
"Sylvester!" I whispered as I got engulfed in so much heat, I thought I was burning.
"Cum for me cat." He whispered at last. He then increased his pace even more. It was so fast that the sound of flesh slapping flesh was so loud in my ears before I lost my bearings.
I screamed his name then felt his warm juice spread inside me.
We stayed like that for a long time, just shivering and holding each other. Until we heard a knock on the car door on Slyvester's side. We jerked apart and I quickly returned to my seat. Slyvester opened the cabinet in front of him and brought out wipes to clean himself while I tried to get my hair in some semblance of orderliness. I could feel the juices trying to slip out in-between my legs, so I held my thighs together and clenched very hard down there, hoping it would hold it back.
"Wipes please." I snapped my fingers at Sylvester and he quickly grabbed some more and handed them to be. I was sticking them in-between my thighs when the knock came again.
Sylvester quickly zipped up and I wind down.
"Hurry up!" Uncle Liam grumbled then walked away. I was flushed with embarrassment and could only nod. Sylvester didn't even look up. I wind up again and we quickly clean up some more.
"Grandpa said we will be attending your Uncle Ron's birthday. Are we meeting before then?" He asked
"I don't know. A lot is going on at home right now but I will buzz you if I have an opening."
"Okay." He nodded then opened the door.
I grabbed some tissues and got down too. I stooped on my knees and removed the first set of wipes. Sylvester's load was heavy and it was all over the wipes. I tossed them away and placed tissues over my slit then heaved hard trying to eject as much as I could get rid of. It was an in and out action and I was done within 2 minutes if not less than.
I was about to get back in my car when I noticed that I didn't hear Sylvester leave. I got down again and looked around. I spotted him talking to Uncle Liam. Anger urged within me. What could Uncle Liam be telling him? I hurried over to them but Sylvester left Uncle Liam standing before I could get there.
"Sylvester! Wait!" I shouted as he got on his bike.
"I have to go Cat." He called out. I could hear anger and fear in his voice and that got me angrier. I stopped and watched him drive out of the mall then dashed over to Uncle Liam who was about to enter his car.
"What did you tell him?" I demanded in a very angry voice.
He stopped and gave me one of those stares he only gives when he wants to say something serious. My heartbeat raced as fear gripped me.
"I told him he is no longer allowed to see you "
Cold water was poured over me instantly.
"What?! What did you say?" I stuttered as I felt myself wobbling. I quickly took a step back and regained my balance but I couldn't control my tears. When Uncle Liam delivers a message, it is always with hundred percent authority from my parents.
"Who asked you to do this? Mum?!" I asked as I cried quietly. The feeling of loss and grief had engulfed me and I felt like I was choking.
"No."
Wait! What?!
"How dare you?" I screamed and pounced on him before I could control myself. I was able to hit him maybe twice before he grabbed my two tiny hands in his bigger ones and waited till I quietened down a little.
"Princess…"
Princess? He hadn't called me that in a million years.