Njideka’s fingers danced down Kunle’s tie, the damn expensive silk feeling like sin against her skin. His shirt was hugging his body like a second skin, tight enough to show off every blessed curve of his thick chest and those abs that looked like they were carved by God Himself. Her fingers itched to touch, to explore, to worship.
With a smirk, Kunle watched as she popped the first button at his throat, then the next, and the next, each one giving her a little peek at the masterpiece underneath. Her heart was pounding as more of his rich, chocolate dark skin came into view, a stark contrast against the crisp white shirt. She yanked the shirt tails free from his trousers, undoing the last buttons with shaky hands. The man dared to roll his shoulders like a bad boy as she slid the shirt off
When she turned back to face him, Njideka nearly forgot how to breathe. Under the warm, golden glow of the bedside lamps, Kunle’s body was a whole damn fantasy sculpted, powerful, the kind of physique that made women whisper in corners and men grind their teeth in envy. Her knees weakened, and between her thighs? Her pussy was practically writing invitation letters, begging for his attention.
Kunle caught that hungry look in her eyes, the one that said she wanted to climb him like a tree, and pulled her into another kiss. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, and her hands roamed over his shoulders, tracing the hard muscles beneath his smooth skin. She’d never been with a man this massive, this perfectly built, and his body felt like heaven under her touch. This, she thought, was how a man was supposed to feel—strong, solid, like he could lift her with one hand and wreck her with the other.
And…she hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet.
“Yes, you are a good kisser, no doubt about that,” Kunle growled, pulling back just enough to let her feel the heat of his words. His eyes dropped to her chest—those full, heaving breasts fighting against the fabric of her dress like two naughty prisoners begging for release. With a firm grip, he pushed down on her shoulders, his voice thick with command. “But now it’s time for you to start sucking some cock. Like I said, this one will help to take the edge off, so I’m just gonna let you go at it and help you along.”
Njideka didn’t need to be told twice. She dropped to her knees faster than a sinner at revival night, her fingers flying to his shoes, yanking them off along with his socks. Now, only his trousers stood between her and the prize—the monster she’d been fantasising about since she first laid eyes on him. She glanced up, and Kunle’s smirk said it all. “Continue,” his eyes commanded, nodding toward the tent in his trousers.
Her fingers trembled as she unbuckled his belt, the bulge beneath twitching like it had a mind of its own. The zipper came down with a filthy, metallic sound, and oh sweet Jesus no underwear. Just smooth, shaven skin, the hard ridges of his abs leading down like a roadmap..
Then she saw it.
“Holy mother of—!” She gasped. The thick root of his cock was already peeking out, wider than her wrist, the dark shaft pulsing with every heartbeat. As she tugged his trousers lower, more of that black python revealed itself—thick, veiny, and angry, like it was personally offended by the fabric trying to contain it.
“Fuck…” she whispered, her mouth watering like a street dog staring at a pot of stew.
Then, disaster. His trousers got stuck on the fat, dripping head, and with one final tug—POP!—his cock sprang free, the purple-black tip slapping against her chin. A rope of precum flew out, splattering across her cheek like hot, sticky honey.
Njideka’s eyes nearly popped out of her head like a cartoon character— Jesus Christ on a bike! This man’s cock wasn’t just big, it was a whole ancestral weapon! Thick, long, and blacker than midnight, it sprang free like it had a mind of its own, stiffening right before her eyes like it was being inflated by some unholy spirit. The damn thing looked like it was carved from pure onyx, the swollen head glistening with precum like a ripe mango dripping juice.
Her mouth watering as the monstrous shaft throbbed, rising to a proud 45-degree angle like it was saluting her. Each pulse made it bob up and down like it was hyped on alcohol, the fat, mushroom-shaped head leaking shiny precum that had her clit twitching in response.
Compared to the puny pencils she had dealt with before, Kunle’s cock looked like it belonged in a museum—or at least one of those “White Girls Can’t Take This” pornos she’d been secretly binging. Long? Check. Thick? Abeg, that thing could split her in two if she wasn’t careful. But fear wasn’t in her vocabulary right now only hunger. Her tight little pussy was already clenching at the thought.
“Can it fit inside me?” she thought, biting her lip. But by all the saints and ancestors, she was ready to try.
Kunle smirked, watching her stare like a starved woman at a buffet. “You like what you see?” he asked. Before she could answer, his big hand wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing just enough to make another pearl of precum bubble up. “This one is cock-honey,” he teased, guiding the slick head toward her face.
Njideka shuddered as the hot, sticky tip dragged across her forehead, leaving a glistening trail. “Fuck…” she whimpered. The scent of him—musky, masculine, addicting—filled her nose, and she had to fight the urge to lean in and lick him clean.
“Yeah, you look real pretty like that, let’s give you some more,” Kunle growled, his voice thick with lust as he dragged the swollen, leaking head of his cock all over Njideka’s face.
The warm, sticky precum painted her cheeks, her nose, her forehead—everywhere but where she truly wanted it. Her mouth hung open, desperate, lips glistening with her own spit and the faint sheen of his arousal. She wanted nothing more than for him to shove that fat, throbbing cock down her throat, to fuck her face like a man possessed, to pump her mouth full of his thick, creamy load until she choked on it. Just the thought alone sent a violent shiver through her body, her pussy clenching around nothing.
The heat radiating from his dick was insane—like a hot iron pressing into her skin, branding her as his. And God help her, Njideka loved it. Tonight, she was his plaything, his personal fucktoy, and all she wanted was to worship every inch of that perfect, veined cock.
But Kunle, the wicked bastard, was enjoying her desperation too much. He smeared his syrupy pre-cum across her face like some kind of obscene artwork, deliberately avoiding her parted lips no matter how she strained for him. The slick trail glistened under the dim light, making her look like a well-used slut.
“Please—” The word burst out of her, raw and needy, shocking even herself with how wrecked she sounded.
Kunle’s smirk deepened as he dragged the leaking tip of his cock in slow, torturous circles around her mouth, just barely brushing against her lower lip. “Please… what?” he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement.
Njideka whimpered, her entire body trembling. “Please, let me suck it. Let me taste you, please!”
Kunle paused, his thick, veined cock standing at attention like a soldier on parade, the swollen head glistening with pre-cum as he aimed it straight at Njideka’s parted lips. A wicked grin spread across his face. “Well, all you had to do was ask!”
He surged forward, that monstrous, flared crown pushing past her lips, stretching her mouth in ways she didn’t know were possible. Her lips clung to his hot, textured glans like a second skin, her jaw trembling as he fed her more inch by relentless inch. God above! She swore her lips would split at the corners, but then pop!—the fat, mushroom head slid in, seating itself deep in her mouth like it belonged there.
“Yeah, that’s it, you’ve got the biggest part,” Kunle groaned, his grip tightening at the base of his thick shaft, her lips now sealed just below the ridged crown. The sheer size of him, like a ripe, heavy mango stuffed into her mouth made her whimper around him, her spit already overflowing, dripping down her chin in shameless, silvery threads.
He chuckled darkly, watching her struggle to accommodate him. “See how you salivate, you like it like that?” She could only moan in response, her tongue swirling around the throbbing head, bathing it in wet, sloppy worship.
“Make it messy,” he growled, thrusting shallowly, fucking her mouth with just the tip. “That’s good, get it good and wet. I like a nice sloppy blowjob”
With a filthy, wet sound, she gathered another thick glob of spit and slathered it all over Kunle’s throbbing head, her tongue swirling around the swollen crown. The damn thing was leaking precum like a broken tap, that salty, masculine flavour flooding her mouth and sending sparks straight to her dripping pussy.
“Mmmfuck…” she moaned around him, her fingers digging into his tree-trunk thighs, nails scraping lightly as if begging for permission to climb him. Her eyes fluttered, drunk on the taste of him, her needy little whimpers vibrating against his cock like a prayer. She was his now—mouth open, tongue working, ready to take whatever he gave her.
“Ehn, just like that… suck it well!” Kunle growled, his voice rough with approval as she coated his fat head in her hot, slippery spit. Her tongue danced over the sensitive slit, teasing every damn vein and ridge, and when she whimpered for more, he didn’t hesitate. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he fed more of that thick, veiny shaft into her greedy mouth.
Njideka took it like a champion, her plump lips stretching around him, sucking him deeper like she was born for this. The further he pushed, the tighter her mouth clung, her throat fluttering as the blunt tip kissed the entrance. He held her there, letting her feel the sheer size of him bigger, thicker, better than any cock she’d ever had before.
She was in pure, unadulterated heaven—her mouth stretched wide around Kunle’s thick, black cock, just like she’d been dreaming about for years. But Jesus Christ, reality was even better than her fantasies. This man’s dick was a whole spiritual experience—long, heavy, and iron-hard, the kind of cock that made a woman drop to her knees and thank God for creating such a masterpiece. It wasn’t just a dick; it was a weapon of mass seduction, the kind of cock that owned you, ruined you, and rebuilt you in its image.
Kunle groaned as she worshipped him, her lips tight around his girth, her tongue swirling like she was trying to solve a math problem with it. “That’s it, baby girl,” he rumbled in that deep voice of his, his hips rolling slow and sinful, sliding his dick in and out of her sloppy, eager mouth. “Suck it like your life depends on it, because right now, it fucking does.”
She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. His cock was a drug, and she was already addicted.
“Don’t worry, I know you can’t take all of it yet,” he teased, gripping her hair just enough to make her whimper. “But I’ll train that throat. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll swallow me like a seasoned pro. But right now? Right now, I just wanna dump this load down your greedy little throat. You want that, eh? You want my cum all over that pretty mouth?”
Buy Oniranu Books on Selar.co from anywhere in the world
This post has already been read 640 times!
