Free 'Til Death by Dante Tori

by my neck and snatched me up. Boan dragged me towards the bathroom and I tried to fight him off. He threw me into the ladies’ bathroom. Women were staring at us like we were crazy.
                  "Yo! Everybody get the fuck out!" Boan yelled. They scattered out of there, and Boan closed and locked the door. I swung on him again, and he caught my arm. He grabbed my hair and pushed me on the sink.
                  "Get off of me, Boan!" I yelled at him.
                  "Shut the fuck up. What the fuck is wrong with you? Put your hands on me again and watch what the fuck I’m gone do." Boan threaten.
                  "You not gone do shit."
                  "Yea, ok." He stared at me, ready to prove a point at any moment.
    He let me go, and I sat on the sink. I ran my fingers through my hair, and he just continued to stare at me. "What the fuck you looking at?" I asked finally getting irritated by his gaze.
                  "That is so sexy when you do that," Boan said.
    I admired him from where I stood and couldn't help but to appreciate how fine he was. I didn't what anybody else though, Boan was mine. He had on some black cargo shorts with a red V-neck and some black Gucci boots. I’m sure Culprit picked up his black Gucci hat. His ears were blinged-out with some big-ass diamond studs. He was so fucking sexy. Boan walked over to me and stood between my legs. He put his hands on my thighs, which were covered by my leggings.
                  "I love you, Boan. Is that what you’re trying to prove? Because I do," I said. I looked at him, and he leaned down and kissed me. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and my hands went up his shirt. I felt his six-pack beneath my fingers. I pulled away and began to suck on his neck.
                  "Ciara, don’t do that," Boan whispered against my ear causing me to shiver.
                  I felt chills go down my spine and I pulled him closer to me, "Or what?"
                  "I’m gon’ have to give you this dick," Boan pressed against letting me feel how hard he was.
    I smiled and grabbed his erection. "Then give it to me," I said.
    He grabbed my leggings and pulled them off. I undid his pants and pulled out my favorite thick-and-full-ten-inches of chocolate. He rubbed it against my wetness, and I shuddered in anticipation. Boan kissed me again, and it was slow and gentle. God, I love this man . He entered me slowly. Boan trailed kisses from my mouth to my neck. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I felt him deep inside me, and I let out a loud moan.
                  "Does that feel good?" Boan whispered to me. He grabbed one of my legs and put it on his shoulder.
                  "Yeesss . . ." I moaned.
    He began to go faster, and I pushed into him harder. Boan dropped my leg and picked me up off of the sink. My back hit the wall. Boan began to pound me without mercy. I wanted to scream, but instead I bit his shoulder.
                  "You see . . . how wet I am for you?" I asked him, hearing the sound of him moving in and out of me.
                  "Hell yea," Boan groaned, squeezing my ass and pumping harder into me.
    I felt my orgasm coming, and I clenched my pussy on Boan. I felt his knees buckle. "Cum with me please." I moaned in his ear.
    He sighed into my neck, and I felt his seed being released into me. I let mine go, and we stayed like that for a while. Boan carried me back to the sink and grabbed some paper towels to clean himself up. I did the same.
                  "What does this mean?" I asked Boan.
    He looked at me, then looked away. "What you mean?" Boan asked.
    I pulled up my leggings and fixed my clothes and hair. "I mean, are we back together?"
                  "No." Boan voice was deep and monotone, not evening explain his reasoning.
                  "No? What