I allowed him to lick and nibble on my thighs for as long as I could before I called his name and asked for more. His warm, thick tongue slid between my folds, and I shivered immediately. Hareem moaned against me and muttered, “So fucking sweet,” before moaning again and slurping my clit into his mouth. He feasted on me, as if I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. One orgasm after the next rocked my core as Hareem went from sucking and licking and blowing on my clit to licking up my juices and entering my holes with his fingers and tongue. By the third orgasm, my clit was tender, and I had to gently push him away.
He stood, and my essence had drenched his lips and beard. Hareem didn’t seem to mind. And when he kissed me and allowed me to taste me, I saw why. I was sweet –like cotton candy. Maybe that’s why so many mortal men went crazy over me.
Slowly, Hareem made his way inside of me. I was so damn tight. Even though I was wet and ready, there was still slight resistance. Still, he took his time with me. Pushing and pulling, filling me inch by inch, until almost all of himself was inside. He had to be at least ten inches, and maybe two weren’t able to fit inside of me. The rest had been coated with my slick wetness as he made his way in and out of me.
Legs spread wide, I opened myself to him fully. A lusty feeling of warmth took over me. Hareem’s eyes bore into mine deeply, and I had to close my eyes to stay in this moment. We weren’t experiencing just mutual attraction and attachment. It was mutual destruction as well. If he fell in love with me… I knew Hareem would never forgive me. And I wouldn’t forgive myself.
It was clear that he truly loved his daughter and wanted to be here for her as long as he possibly could if he was denying himself. It was selfish of us, of me, to even toy with that. As if he felt the shift within me, Hareem rammed into me deep and hard. But slow. My eyes popped open as I moaned and grabbed his wrists as they held my legs apart.
The longer he stared into my eyes, the more I wanted to obey only my desire for him – consequences be damned.
His eyes lowered to the connection of us as my eyes began to flutter. I opened more, allowing all of him in. He released an animalistic groan as he shuddered against me. My moans turned into whimpers as white cream began to coat his magic stick. It was so thick and curved… I had no idea how I’d be able to pleasure him orally, but my mouth watered because I desperately wanted to try.
Arching my back, I felt him deeper as my walls tightened against him. They began to pulse as I came, drenching him even more.
“God, Genevieve,” he moaned, pressing me into the mirror by my neck. His grip was tight but not tight enough to cut off my air, and that only intensified my orgasm as I continued to jerk underneath him.
Hareem grabbed my limp legs and put my ankles on his shoulders, drilling me even deeper. I thought I felt him before, but it was even more intense now. As best as I could, I squeezed and released my walls against his shaft since I couldn’t move against him. He was holding me down by my waist, completely having his way with me. His long strokes would soon become my undoing – there was no denying that.
He began to pull himself out completely just to slide right back in, and the smacking sound of his body against mine combined with the splattering of my nectar onto his shaft. Pulling him down to me, I connected my lips with his. Tasting my sweetness. Hareem broke our kiss as his mouth fell open slightly. Biting back a moan, he buried his face in my neck and licked it.
“You ‘bout to make me cum. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I moaned, squeezing my walls again.
“I’m not ready. I want to stay in this pussy for as long as I can.” Hareem lifted himself and pushed my legs down off his shoulders. Laying them off to the left, he lifted my right leg a little higher than the left for added friction. “Spread that ass and keep your eyes on me,” he ordered.
Grabbing my right ass cheek, I did as he said, unsure of how long I’d be able to last in this position. He turned slightly, being sure to hit my spot with the curve of his shaft. His breathing grew louder as my moans turned into whimpers. My eyes began to flutter as my pussy clutched him tightly. Cursing under his breath, Hareem gripped my waist and squeezed tightly as his head flung back briefly. By the time his eyes locked with mine again it was too late.
My eyes began to roll into the back of my head and close as I came again. He stayed inside of me for as long as he could before pulling out and releasing his seeds into the sink. I sat there… spent. Trying my hardest to stay awake long enough to bathe and get in the bed. Figuring the water had grown cold by now, I stood and made my way over to the tub on weak legs. As I cut the hot water back on, Hareem hovered over me.
“This can’t happen again, aight?” Closing my eyes, I swallowed hard. He slapped my ass, and since it was unexpected, I jumped and yelped. Hareem grabbed my cheek, the same place he’d hit, and soothed it until I moaned. “Aight, G?”
Nodding, I surrendered to his desire. “Fine with me.”
He released me and left, closing the door behind him. Slowly, I got into the tub and winced since it was still a little cold. But that was fine. At this point, I just wanted to bury myself in the water, pretend it was the ocean, and wish yet again that I didn’t come up. Because at this point… death was still a better option than being trapped and alone.
I tossed and turned all fucking night. Who in the fuck told me to get inside of some magical ass pussy and think life would be the same afterwards? As if I wasn’t already captivated enough by Genie, I messed around and got a taste and feel of her sweet ass pussy. Literally sweet. It tasted just like cotton candy. If I could have, I would have ate her ass all night, but that clit got too tender and she pushed me away.
And her walls… my God… her walls… so tight. And hot. And wet. That grip. Her clutch was perfect. We were perfect. I could say it was magic… but our connection was real. The way she looked at me… gave herself to me… that was real.
And I was a damn fool to play with something like that.
While I still wasn’t one hundred percent sure that this whole wish thing was real, I definitely wanted to see what was up. All night I was thinking about things I could ask for to see. Naturally, the first thing that came to mind was to ask for enough money to make sure that my family would always be straight. That I’d never have to work another day again in my life. That Lovie’s great grandchildren would be set for life.
If her ass could do that, then I would believe she was really real.
About an hour ago, I heard Genie stirring around in the bathroom, so I decided to get up and start breakfast. It took me so long because I kept getting lost in my thoughts. As I placed the omelet on the plate, she was hesitantly making her way inside. The cream sheet from the bed was wrapped around her skin, causing her to look even more divine than she had before.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I greeted, getting a smile from her.
She relaxed a bit as she walked further into the kitchen and sat at the island. “Good morning, handsome. How’d you sleep?”
“Horrible. You?”
Genie giggled softly before almost singing, “Very well.”
I bet. With a smile, I cut the stovetop off. “Do you eat human food?”
“Yep. When I’m in human form, I do everything humans do. You didn’t learn that last night?”