I didn’t even make it twenty-four hours before I went back to him.

After the intense oral session on his couch, I spent the night in a feverish haze, fingering myself raw while replaying the taste of his thick Black cock and the way his tongue had destroyed my pussy.

By morning I was aching, empty, and completely obsessed. No toy, no fingers, nothing could satisfy the deep craving he had planted inside me.

Around 7 PM, I slipped on a short black robe with nothing underneath and walked downstairs. My legs felt weak as I knocked on his door.

Mr. Blackwell opened it wearing only grey sweatpants. His muscular...