Trapped hearts

POV: Alma Sanders "Damn!" he growled. The sound of his pleasures made me feel an electrical pulse move through my body with maddening intensity. He sounded like he was enjoying every bit of it. "Yes. Hold it. Grab it like it's yours!." He begged as he trembled. His body burned with enough s****l energy to kill an average woman. But I was no average woman. I held his thick d**k in my sloppy grip and drew in some quick breaths before taking it back into my mouth. He cursed and held on tight to my braids almost yanking them off my scalp. s**t! I sucked him hard flowing in the steady wavey motion front and back. His d**k throbbed in my mouth, hardening more with the slightest touch of my tongue. It felt like I had a loaded weapon in my mouth that was going to go off any minute. He pulled me away. I knew the reason he had done that. He wanted to make it last longer. I wanted it to be over already. The longer it lasted, the faster it would take for me to lose my mojo. His large hairy hands grabbed my t**s and he squeezed very hard. A long moan escaped my mouth before I had the chance to hold it back. He took one close to his mouth and took a nibble which made both my n*****s respond by getting hard. His nibble got deeper and he sucked my n****e with so much hunger that made me feel dizzy. I had to rest against his heavy shoulders to stop myself from reeling over. I bit hard on my lips as waves of pleasure pooled in my belly and exploded somewhere in between. "That feels really good," I confessed. I drew closer to him offering more access which he took without a moment's hesitation. His finger danced along my neglected n****e showing it almost the same attention as the one in his mouth. What he was doing to me made me feel as if I was going to go insane with the smallest provocation. He fed off my energy just like a beast would feed off a fattened prey. His free hand wandered off moving low toward my p***y but I wiggled making him stop. I knew I was completely soaked down there and it was dripping so bad that my panties would not be saved from the hot juice. It was a good thing I still had my denim trousers on. He drew away from my n****e drawing in a breath. "Your body is driving me insane!" I nodded. I didn't trust myself to sound like myself at that moment. I knew my voice was going to betray me and show just how much I was affected by what he was doing. The safest thing to do was to nod and hope he understood. "f**k!" he groaned. "I want you so bad." I wanted him too but not bad enough to let him go down there. I could do anything and everything without hesitation but going down there was off-limits. He knew that. His hands moved around my hot skin and circled back to where my breasts waited patiently for his touch. He grabbed both of them and squeezed. I loved it when he squeezed my breasts. It always had a way of sending sensations that felt like electrical currents running through my entire body. "You're such a good lover," I said and I meant it. He drew close and took my lips with his kissing me in a hot passionate way. I wasn't a fan of kissing but I drew closer and merged my lips with his fully giving him just what he needed. Our kiss was full of hunger and untamed passion that needed to be sated. His hands moved down and my first impulse was to stop him again but I decided to wait and see just how far he would go. He got to my trousers and stopped which was his way of waiting for me to stop him but then I didn't. He continued pulling the zip and took off my trousers. I let him as he was locked in our passionate kiss that seemed to flow like an endless dance. Damon moved away enough to have a look at my panties and saw it was soaked. He smirked and then said, "Someone must be enjoying this more than they care to admit." Shit!!! Busted... He put his hands on my panties and pulled them all the way exposing my creamy flesh. He growled deep in his throat as he stared hungrily at my clean shaved p***y. His reaction set my whole body on fire. He looked like a man who was drunk with l**t and I was the elixir he had to drink to tame his wild soul. Damon stood above me with his big muscular body. I eyed his scars with eyes that burned a thick molten black for l**t. He watched me and held his d**k to the entrance of my p***y and before I realized what he was about to do, he held me down as he tried to insert it but I was quick enough to shove him. He went across the room with a vicious force from my shove and had to steady himself on time before he slammed into the wall. I guess I must have used too much strength. Sometimes I forgot how strong I was. "I'm really sorry about that, Damon." I apologized. "What's that all about!" He yelled. "Are you planning on killing me?" No. No, I wasn't. If I wanted to kill you, you'd have been dead already, I thought with a tight smile.