Baron "Barry" Appiah
“Want to experience something different?” Barry cups Bella’s face and kisses her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Isabella likes her kisses soft and wet, with a lot of tongue action.
Disclaimer: This story is rated R and is meant for mature readers. This story is also rated S for the spicy sex scene depicted in it.
“Fuck. Barry, you make me feel so good.”
Isabella is lying on her back with her legs wrapped tightly around Baron’s midsection.
Baron “Barry” Appiah is deep inside Isabella, the entire length of him still wet with the slippery leftovers from her last orgasm. His forehead, moist with sweat, is pressed against hers as he slides in and out of her at a measured pace.
“Say that again, baby.”
“You make me feel so good.” Isabella screeches out the last word as another orgasm ripples through her, starting from her toes (this is a new experience for her) running circles around her head, traveling down her arms before finding a landing spot between her thighs.
As Isabella shakes and quivers on his couch, Barry kisses her glistening face and keeps himself firmly inside her, never breaking pace or granting her a moment to reset and gather herself.
Seeing Isabella this way - wet, animalistic, and hungry for more - is an exciting visual for Baron, who takes extreme pride in his role as a pleasure dom.
Baron always aims to please. If giving his woman the pleasure she deserves requires him to eat her out from the back while playing with her clit and nipples simultaneously, he will get it done.
Barry is that type of lover.
Isabella “Bella” Osagie is an adventurous submissive. She is the type of woman who can take a mean pipe (preferably ass up, face down) for as long as she needs to without tapping out or getting off his dick too early.
Bella only taps out when her orgasm well runs out or when her walls begin to feel like aged, dry skin instead of the inside of a butter churn. If you catch my drift.
“Deeper, babe.”
“Damn, Isa. How much deeper?”
Baron adjusts his weight, palms Bella’s ass cheeks, tilts her slightly to the left, and slows down the pace of his strokes.
“Oh shit.”
“You like that?” Baron already knows the answer but asks anyway because he’s a gentleman like that.
“Bella…” Barry purrs her name in her ear. “I asked you a question. Do you like that?”
“Yes, I do.” Her words come in a staccato of high notes.
Barry knows Isabella is slowly entering into what he refers to as the ‘pleasure zone’.
In his experience, when a woman enters the pleasure zone, she is unable to adequately control how her body responds to Barry’s touch, words, and the sound of his voice. A woman is at her most expressive, carefree, flexible, and relaxed in the pleasure zone.
Barry knows for sure that none of the men in his friendship circle had ever successfully escorted any woman into the pleasure zone. Whenever his boys spoke about their after hours exploits with him, Barry couldn’t believe how they got away with being so selfish and self-centred in bed. He wondered why the women never spoke up for themselves, never demanded for the orgasms and pleasure that they also deserved.
“Want to experience something different?” Barry cups Bella’s face and kisses her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Isabella likes her kisses soft and wet, with a lot of tongue action.
“Isa…”
“Baby, do whatever you want to me.” Bella’s voice sounds an octave lower than usual, so Barry knows that her next orgasm is building up slowly but surely.
He hasn’t tried this position with her yet, but it has been on his to-do list for a while now. Without breaking his pace, Barry leans back slightly and uses one hand to push Bella’s legs over her shoulders. Her walls grip his dick with pulsing anticipation.
“Oh my god!”
“Be a good girl and come for me.” Barry leans back even further and increases his pace. His sole focus is to help her journey through the pleasure zone without losing her momentum; but losing her mind was 100% on the table.
“Barry, please!”
“Breathe, baby. Breathe. I got you.”
Barry and Bella are whispering now because, at this moment, they aren’t fucking anymore; they’re making love.
And Barry has Bella exactly where he wants her to be: a sloppy, squirting mess.
“Barrrryyyyyyyyy.”
“That's right, Bella. Come for me.”
“Baby, I'm gonna come!”
“Breathe, Bella. Breathe.”
In a split second, Baron switches his position and leans into Isabella’s upper body, wrapping his hand around her neck and applying light pressure to each side. Bella, who isn’t expecting this move, lets out a long yelp, squirts, and comes at the same time.
“OH MY GOD.”
There it is.
Oh that was intense for sure…very visual, very auditory, very tactile