Rainy Muse
The moment Marcus stepped into the tiny corner café, my sketchbook nearly slipped from my fingers. Rain hammered the windows, turning the street outside into a silver blur, but all I saw was him—tall, dark-skinned, water dripping from his locs onto broad shoulders that strained his wet white shirt. My pussy clenched instantly at the sight of those powerful arms and the way his soaked jeans clung to thick thighs. I needed him naked. I needed him now.
"Excuse me," I said, voice already husky. "I'm an artist. Would you model for me? Right here, right now. I'll pay double."
Marcus turned, dark eyes locking on mine with a slow, knowing smile that made heat pool between my legs. "Model? In a café? You don't waste time, do you, beautiful?"
"Call me Lena." I stood up, heart hammering. The few other patrons had cleared out because of the storm. The barista had disappeared into the back. It was just us and the rain. "I draw people. But I want to draw every inch of you... up close."
他低低地笑了一声，那声音透过我的身体震动着。"每次下雨你都这么主动吗？"
“只有当男人看起来能把我干得神魂颠倒，却还能像神一样摆姿势的时候。”
His eyebrows rose, but the bulge growing in his jeans told me everything. "Lead the way then, Lena."
We moved to the most secluded booth in the back, rain pounding louder against the glass. I pushed the table aside. Marcus peeled off his wet shirt, revealing smooth, dark skin stretched over hard muscle. My mouth watered. I dropped to my knees before I even realized it, fingers tugging at his belt.
"妈的，姑娘，"他喘着气说，声音低沉而沙哑。"你可真不是闹着玩的。"
"I want this big black cock in my mouth first." My hands freed him—thick, veined, already rock-hard and glistening at the tip. The sight made my clit throb. I wrapped my lips around the fat head, sucking greedily, tongue swirling.
Marcus groaned, one big hand tangling in my hair. "Fuck... that's it. Suck that dick, Lena. Deeper."
I took him further, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down his heavy balls as I bobbed. The wet sounds mixed with the rain. My free hand slipped under my skirt, rubbing my soaked pussy through my panties. He tasted salty, masculine, perfect.
"Shit, your mouth feels too good." He pulled me up suddenly, spinning me so my hands braced on the booth table. "But I need this pussy."
他把我的裙子猛地掀起来，把我的内裤扯到一边。两根粗大的手指插进我滴水的骚穴，用力弯曲。我大叫出来，向后顶去。
"Yes... finger my wet pussy. Get it ready for that huge cock."
"你已经湿透了，"他低吼着，抽插得更快，拇指绕着肿胀的阴蒂打转。"这个紧致的小白穴在乞求黑屌，是不是？"
“天哪，对。操我，马库斯。撑开我。”
He didn't wait. The blunt head of his massive cock pressed against my entrance, then slammed in deep in one thrust. I gasped at the burn, the incredible fullness. He was so big it felt like he was splitting me open, every ridge dragging along my walls.
“哦操……太深了，”我呻吟着，紧紧抓住桌沿。
Marcus started pounding, hips slapping against my ass, the wet smack echoing in the empty café. Rain lashed the windows as he fucked me harder, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching around to pinch my clit.
"Take it all, Lena. This black cock owns this pussy now."
I came suddenly, hard, my walls clamping down around him, juices squirting down my thighs. "I'm cumming! Don't stop!"
他没有。相反，他抽了出来，把我翻了个身，让我仰躺在宽大的长椅上，然后用传教士体位重新插了进来。我的双腿缠住他的腰，他用又长又有力的抽插操着我。我能看见他那根黝黑发亮的鸡巴一次又一次地没入我粉嫩的骚穴，把我撑得淫荡不堪。
“看那漂亮的小穴把我吞得多深，”他喘着粗气，汗水混着雨水淌在胸口。“真他妈紧。我要把你灌满。”
我伸手下去，在他猛干的同时疯狂揉搓自己的阴蒂。第二次高潮来得更猛烈，我弓起背，指甲深深掐进他的肩膀。
"Cum inside me," I begged. "I want to feel it."
马库斯低吼一声，最后一次深深顶入。他的肉棒脉动着，将滚烫浓稠的精液灌满我的小穴。我感受到每一股喷射，我的内壁贪婪地吸吮着他，直到他瘫倒在我身上，我们俩都喘着粗气。
过了一会儿，他缓慢而深入地吻我，还埋在我体内。“我接过最好的模特活儿。”
I laughed breathlessly, tracing a finger down his chest. "We're not done. I still need to draw you... after you fuck me again in the bathroom when the rain stops."
He grinned, cock twitching back to life. "Yes ma'am. Your muse is ready."