Im Watching Rebel Ridge Right Now And I Had To Rewind So Many Times Cause Of His Sexy Ass And The Grunts

Im watching rebel ridge right now and I had to rewind so many times cause of his sexy ass 🥰🥰and the grunts (moans) I’ve been twisting and turning in my bed and terry richmond that fuckin fine ass nigga the way that he is sooo big I know in my soul that his dick is big my coochie is wet for him 💦and I am down bad for this man I just sense a nasty nigga in him I can’t shake it 🫠and him riding that bike with big ass arms I want him to pick me up and fuck me🥵🥵🥵

aaron pierre ✶✶

O m g this needs to happen 🥺🥺 maybe the reader and terry having boat sex🥰💦

Vacation with terry???? 😭😭😭😭

aaron pierre ✶✶

What a beautiful necklace…

BOOOMM SHAKALAKAAAAAA🚨🚨 yass queen when first saw this I did a little praise dance and I need this man like a crackhead feining for crack…Amazing work this was soooo good my kitty was purring the whole time 🥰🥰🧎🏿‍♀️

Hi could I request one Terry x female reader. He needs someone's help from the past that he left behind with no explanation He knows that she is the only one that can help him . Tension so much and even angst

Save Me

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!Fem Reader

Warning(s): 18+, SMUT, oral sex (fem receiving), angst, dirty talk.

Summary: After years of no contact, Terry shows up on your doorstep in need of help.

Word count: 3.1K

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The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with purples and deep blues. The air was heavy with the smell of pine and earth. As the forest grew darker around your small cabin, a slight chill set in. The only sounds were the distant rustling of leaves and the gentle hum of insects.

You stepped onto the porch, scanning the shadowed tree line with your deep brown eyes. The shotgun in your hands felt solid and familiar, but a sense of dread you couldn’t shake made your heart pound.

The crunch of leaves beneath heavy footsteps broke into your thoughts. You instinctively cocked the shotgun. Despite a surge of fear racing up your spine, your hands remained steady.

“Who the fuck is there?” you called out.

There was no response. The sound of footsteps grew louder and closer. You squared your shoulders, aiming into the darkness. Your grip on the shotgun tightened. You held your breath, listening hard for any sound beyond the pounding of your heart.

A figure emerged from the trees, limping and bowing his head. For a brief moment, you wondered if he was a lost hiker, but then he looked up. You froze, recognizing him.

“Terry?”

It was Terry Richmond—him. The sight of him after all these years felt like a punch to the gut. Dirt and exhaustion etched his features. But his piercing hazel eyes were unmistakable. Mixed emotions twisted your stomach. Relief and anger fought within you. A deeper feeling, long buried, stirred.

“Took you long enough,” Terry muttered. The familiar, sarcastic tone sent a shiver through you.

Terry stumbled closer, blood oozing from between his fingers. He clutched his shoulder with one hand and held a gun at his side in a relaxed grip with the other. You fixed a tense gaze on the weapon, your jaw clenched.

He caught your glance and let out a sigh. He slid the gun into his waistband, wincing from the pain. “Ain’t here to cause any trouble. I need some help.”

Your mind reeled as you fought the urge to shove him back into the night. But the pain in his eyes, the desperation in them, still had a hold on you, damn it, and you couldn’t help but wonder why.

“Jesus...” You lowered the shotgun, the air thickening around you as you took in his condition. Sweat and blood mixed on his skin, the sharp metallic smell of it filling your nose.

“You gon’ keep standing there or let me in?”

As you set the shotgun aside, your hands trembled. Anger and concern both flared up in your chest, hot and strong.

“You disappear for years; don’t call or write. Now you show up bleeding all over my porch?” You tried to sound cold, but your voice cracked.

Terry staggered inside and collapsed onto the couch. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go…”

You slammed the door shut behind you and propped the shotgun against the wall.

“I should’ve left your Black ass out there,” your words burst out, the bitter tone catching even you off guard.

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing today.” He leaned back, peeling off his bloodstained shirt. It revealed bruises and wounds on his arm. Each one told a story of the hell he’d been through. “Got any booze?”

You gave him a look, irritation and worry battling it out inside you. “What the hell happened to you, Terry?”

You quickly left the room to grab a first-aid kit from the bathroom.

When you returned, you knelt beside him, your hands gentle as you examined his wound. His skin felt warm beneath your touch. The heat radiating off him heightened your awareness of how close you were. He turned his head, and his eyes met yours.

“Crooked cops in Shelby Springs. I got into some shit trying to bail out my cousin. It didn’t go well.”

You worked in silence, cleaning the blood from his back. The antiseptic smell blended with his earthy scent, a mix that filled your heart with sadness. As you bandaged the wound, his breathing slowed, and the tension in his shoulders eased. But when the alcohol touched his skin, he let out a hiss, and his whole body stiffened.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Why did I come here?”

You paused, your fingers tightening around the bandage in your hand. “That’s a damn good question ’cause you sure as hell didn’t come back for me.”

His lips curled into a faint smirk devoid of humor. “You think I forgot that night?” He turned to look at you, his piercing gaze settling on yours.

Heat rose to your cheeks, and you looked away. You concentrated on the wound, trying to ignore the emotions in Terry’s eyes. “What happened with your cousin?”

“He’s dead. They killed him. Those motherfuckers got the whole town in their back pocket.”

You froze, your hands motionless. “Terry... I’m so sorry.” Your heart ached for him, for the pain written all over his face. “Now they’re after you too?”

“Yeah. They’ll find me too if I don’t keep moving.”

You let out a deep breath, your shoulders sagging under the weight of the past few minutes. “You’re safe here... ‘for now,’ you whispered, speaking more to yourself than to anyone else.

A small, wry smile pulled at his lips. “You for real thought I came here to hurt you?”

You crossed your arms, leaning back against the couch, trying to keep your emotions in check. “Considering the gun, yeah. Can’t blame me for being cautious.”

He let out a low chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Figured you’d remember me better than that.”

“Still got that big ego, I see.”

“Nah.” He looked at you with intensity, and something in his stare made your heart skip. “I messed up, leaving like I did. No explanation, no goodbye. I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry.”

The apology hung between you; its weight was heavy and real. You swallowed hard, the words catching in your throat. “Yeah, you did. You left without a word, Terry. You were my best friend, and you… disappeared.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing, but I only ended up hurting you. I’m sorry for everything.”

The rawness in his words tore at you, the vulnerability he rarely showed breaking through. You took a shaky breath. You tried to hold onto the anger, the bitterness. But it was slipping through your fingers like sand.

“You can’t show up here and expect everything to be okay. You can’t… I don’t know. Say sorry, and it will fix what you broke.”

“I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I needed to say it. Leaving you was the biggest mistake I ever made.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and full of regret. You felt your chest tighten, the pain and anger you’d buried for so long rising to the surface. You had rehearsed this moment in your head countless times, the things you’d say to him if he ever came back. But now that he was here, everything you’d planned to say seemed to crumble.

“Do you have any idea what it was like?” you whispered in a harsh tone. “I waited, Terry. For years, I waited for a call, a letter, anything. But you vanished. You left me alone to wonder if you were dead or alive.”

Terry’s face twisted with guilt. His shoulders slumped under the weight of your words.

“I know I hurt you. I thought leaving was the only way to protect you. I didn’t want to drag you into my shit. But I see now that I was being a coward.”

His confession sliced through the anger you were clinging to, leaving behind a raw ache. You gazed at him and noticed the pain, the regret, and the hope in his eyes. He was different now. The years and the scars had changed him. But a part of him was still familiar. It made your heart beat a little faster.

“You can’t show up and say sorry, Terry. You broke everything we had, and you think you can fix that?”

He pushed himself up on the couch, wincing as he shifted position, his eyes fixed on yours. “I know I fucked up, but I’m here now. I’ll make it right.”

You scoffed, bitterness welling up in your throat. “Make it up to me? How?” You threw your hands up, frustration boiling over. “You think you can waltz back into my life and—”

“I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll do anything to make things right between us.”

His words hung heavy in the air, the sincerity in them striking a chord deep inside you. You stared at him. Anger and hurt warred with your lingering care for him. You had missed him despite everything.

“You’re going to do that. How, exactly?”

For a moment, he was silent, his eyes locked on yours. He stood up, his movements careful, as if he didn’t want to startle you. He took a step closer. His presence was overpowering. The warmth of his body radiated into the small space between you.

“I’ll show you,” he whispered. He reached out, his hand cradling your cheek, his thumb tracing your skin. The touch was both gentle and electrifying. “I’ll show you how sorry I am for leaving, how much you’ve been on my mind.”

His intense stare made your heart race and your knees feel weak.

“Terry…” you began, but the words died on your lips as he leaned in, his eyes locked on yours.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. If you want this, if you want me, say so.”

Your mind screamed to pull away, but your body stayed rooted. “I...” The words caught in your throat. “I don’t know what I want.”

“Yeah, you do.” His voice was steady and confident. “I can see it in your eyes.”

You moved close before fear and anger took over. Then, you kissed Terry, a long-awaited moment. As your lips met, the world faded away. Only the two of you remained in the dark, charged silence.

The bitterness and hurt melted away, replaced by the fierce intensity of the kiss. Terry’s warm, somewhat rough mouth pressed against yours. His desperation matched your own as if you were both drowning. This kiss was the only thing keeping you afloat.

Terry’s large hands found your waist. His fingers dug into your sides. He pulled you close as if he couldn’t bear to let go. You felt the heat radiating off his body. It mingled with your own. The scent of him—cologne, sweat, something definitely Terry—filled your senses. His warm, ragged breath mixed with yours in an unsteady rhythm. Each exhale carried the weight of unsaid words and unhealed wounds.

You kissed him back with fervor, pouring years of hidden feelings into it. The kiss was messy and intense. Your teeth clashed, and tongues tangled, trying to say what words couldn’t. Feel and acknowledge regrets, longings, and missed chances as they surge up.

He groaned against your mouth, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down your spine. His grip tightened as if anchoring himself to you, as if afraid you might disappear. The sound, the feel of him, his heartbeat—it pounded against your chest. It was strong and steady, grounding you in the chaos. You craved more and pressed your body closer to his.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath. Your foreheads touched, eyes locked. The air was thick with unspoken words. Terry’s eyes held yours, the raw emotion in them making your stomach twist and your heart race.

“I’ll make it right,” he cooed, his words brushing against your lips. “I promise.”

You let out a soft, breathless laugh. “Talk is cheap, Terry. You think you haven’t said enough?” Your eyes locked onto his. “Prove it.”

Without a word, Terry guided you to the couch and laid you down. He positioned your legs at the edge with care, tilting your hips at a slight angle. Holding one leg, Terry pressed his lips to your ankle, calf, and thigh, leaving a trail of kisses. Then, he knelt in front of you, resting your leg on his shoulder.

Your breath caught, and your senses went on high alert. Everything seemed to speed up, leaving your brain struggling to keep pace. You bit your lip as Terry lifted your legs onto the couch, spreading them apart. Your nightgown slid up, exposing your black lace panties.

“Remember that night after the bar?” Terry’s voice was a low rumble as his fingers slid your panties to the side, the touch sending a shiver down your spine.

His eyes never left yours, dark and intense, holding you captive. “Took you home and tasted this pussy for the first time,” he rasped, his breath warm against your skin.

“Been addicted ever since.”

“Oh, yes,” you moaned. “I remember, baby.”

The flashback gave you goosebumps. It left a shiver of anticipation that lingered. You still recall the feel of Terry’s juicy lips and thick tongue on your pussy that night. Each touch sent waves of pleasure through your body.

You couldn’t believe you were about to relive it all again and then some.

You watched him with hooded eyes. Your breath caught as his thumb slipped between your folds. His finger teased your entrance. It paused, making you ache with eagerness. Then it glided up to your throbbing clit.

Terry’s eyes locked on you. A dark intensity filled his eyes. He began to rub your clit in small, torturous circles. The pressure was perfect. You couldn’t help but arch into his touch, moaning low.

His other hand gripped your thigh, holding you still. It was as if he wanted to savor every twitch, gasp, and noise from your throat. It was maddening and blissful at once. A delicious torment that left you trembling and craving more.

“Let’s see if this pussy is still as sweet as I remember,” Terry murmured. He leaned in, then he let a slow stream of saliva drip onto your pussy. It mixed with your own arousal, creating a sloppy mess.

“Mmm,” you hummed, sitting up on your elbows to get a better view. Your eyes locked on the scene before you. The sight of Terry between your legs, with his complete focus on you, made your pulse race.

You gasped, and your jaw dropped. Terry’s lips sealed around your clit. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine. His tongue flicked and swirled against the sensitive bud. Precise and deliberate. Your eyes shut, giving in to the sensation. Your hips bucked.

“Fuck, Terry,” you cried, your voice breaking with pleasure. “That feels so good, shit.”

Your legs tensed, and your toes curled as his rhythm built. Each teasing stroke coaxed you closer to the edge.

Terry hummed against your clit. The low vibration sent ripples of pleasure through your core. Your legs trembled as his mouth and tongue moved together.

His long arm slid up from your thigh. His rough fingers trailed over your skin before reaching your breast. He squeezed and groped with a firm, possessive touch. His thumb teased your nipple while he devoured your weeping pussy.

Somehow, you found the strength to open your eyes and look down at him again. His stare zeroed in on you, deep and fervent. His tongue moved with calculated skill, lapping up your wetness like a man starved.

Terry was like a panther at a stream. He was intent and starved. His every move showed a primal hunger that quickened your pulse. His devouring of you was both mesmerizing and overwhelming. It sent waves of heat through your body.

“Oooh, Daddy, I’m cumming!” you screamed, gripping the back of his head, holding it in place. “I’m right there, fuck!”

It was like a dam breaking. Tension in your belly unraveled. Then, a wave of pleasure coursed through your body. You came hard, the intensity of it surprising you, as you felt the hot rush spilling over Terry’s lips and tongue. His eyes locked onto yours, unwavering, as he continued to coax every last drop with his mouth.

Your chest rose and fell. Each breath struggled to regain composure. Your body still trembled from the aftermath.

“My God,” you breathed, your voice a mix of shock and lingering pleasure.

Terry pulled away, savoring your reaction. He moved at a relaxed pace. Rising to his full height, he loomed over you, the evidence of his effect on you still glistening on his lips. His gloomy, piercing eyes locked onto yours. A triumphant glint danced within them.

A cocky grin spread across his face, highlighting his sharp jawline. His thick, pink lips, still wet from you, curved. He dragged his tongue across them, savoring each drop with pleasure. The gesture was mischievous, almost teasing. He relished both the flavor and the power he held over you at that moment.

“Damn, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction and desire. His dark, hungry eyes roamed over the slick mess he had made between your thighs. The low light made his passion gleam.

“That pussy is sweeter and juicier than I remember,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on the sight. He reached out. His fingers brushed your sensitive skin. They spread the wetness. He let out a low, appreciative hum. The touch was deliberate, almost reverent, as if he were worshipping you all over again.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin, the heat of his body overwhelming. "I could eat this pussy for every meal," he whispered, his fingers brushing your thigh. His words vibrated through you.

You sat up, gathered your strength, and grabbed his shirt. Pulling him down, you kissed him with intense passion. Your taste, a mix of lust and intimacy, painted his lips and tongue. It sent shivers down your spine. Your mouths moved in a frenzied dance, both moaning into the kiss. The sound vibrated through your body.

Terry pulled away from the kiss and stared at you with not only lust but also love.

“You gon’ let me stay so I can make you cum like this every day?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you breathed, your voice soft and low.

“Good girl. Now get in that room,” he said with a playful smirk, “I got some more making up I need to do.”

A thrill ran through you as you moved to the bedroom. Anticipation made your heart race. Tonight was beginning, and you knew Terry wasn’t holding anything back.

Sis I am in love with this 🥰 and I know he’s a EATERRRRRR she’s thumping and pulsing and he’s eating with the panties on…..AHHHHHHH lawd help me jesus 💕💕💕

anointed (18+)

pairing: Terry Richmond x black!reader

wordcount: 900+ (just a lil drabble)

warnings: barely proofread so sorry for any mistakes, this is just smut rlly, pre-established relationship, oral sex--kinda (f receiving), lots and lots of teasing, this pic because like.....

thinking about…

Terry using his big hands to pull you up onto his face, not even caring that your black lace panties were still on. He inhales, eyes fluttering closed as he takes in your scent. A mix of vanilla oil and your natural musky scent sends a shiver down his spine. A growl of approval. His eyes stare up into yours, watching you pant, growing needier by the second. Skilled thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh right above your hips, drawing circles to get you all riled up. 

He tugs you down until your clothed cunt kisses his soft, pink lips. You whimper, barely able to take the stimulation of his warm breath against your core, never mind his touch. As if he could read your mind, Terry puckers his lips and leaves a firm kiss, right above your clit. Your body jolts up, subconsciously wanting a break from the stimulation. Terry smirks, strong hands keeping you planted still above him. 

He leaves more kisses, slow, soft, passionate kisses. Like he was making love to another you down there. It had you hot. Especially with those sounds he was making, smacking and groaning against your panties, like a hungry animal getting its first meal in a week. He was savoring you. Savoring your taste. 

You whine and watch, stuck in a limbo of wanting more but needing a rest. Your hips didn’t know if they wanted to go up or down, instead settling for a lazy circle above his face. “Terry…p-please…” 

His precious eyes meet yours, a reflection of the most beautiful storm-filled skies. With a final kiss on the fabric, he sets you down to rest on his upper chest. Your right hand flies to his cheek, caressing the smooth skin there. Your eyes are full of awe, mixed in with a few handfuls of lust, matching his. “Please what?”

You know he’s serious when his eyebrows raise up at you, expecting a full, verbal response. You pout, wanting him to just give you what you need, because you know he knows. Terry knows that you just want his tongue buried in your sopping pussy, or his lips wrapped around your throbbing clit, pulling every drop of juice from your body– and because he knows, he’s not gonna give it to you until you’re begging for it.

You whine, not wanting to give into what he wants so easily, although your hips did not falter in their movements. Tracing a lascivious circle with your eyes low and bottom lip puckered out. He realizes that you don’t plan on speaking up, and opts instead for another route. 

In a second, you are back above his face, this time though he pulls you down into him. His nose and lips are buried in the soaked black lace protecting your pussy, nearly inhaling you through the material. You watch, mouth wide open as he eats you with your panties on.  

Terry’s big warm tongue flicks back and forth on the fabric,  mimicking the same exact patterns he would use on you any other time. The sensation is new to you, feeling like relief and torture at the same time. Your eyes squint down at him, eyebrows bunched up, wondering why the hell he was doing this to you, why he couldn’t just let you have what you wanted–what you needed. 

“Terryyy, fuck!! I’m– pleaseee..” 

He groans in response, eyes closed, a rough grumble vibrating through his chest and straight into your pussy. His calloused fingers tightly grasp your waist, keeping you firmly planted and allowing you absolutely no room to run from his teasing. 

Your cries and pleas went ignored, as Terry was much more focused on sucking every drop of moisture from your panties. You fall forward, hands and forehead resting against the cushioned headboard. “Terry, pleaseeee, I need you..” More kisses, wet and suctioned, you could hear them even through all your whining, and it doubled your neediness. 

“Just take them offff!!” 

Terry smiles against your warmth, more than happy to hear your needy voice finally cry out those words. He knew you would, sooner or later, and he didn’t mind waiting and putting his own relief on the back burner in order to get you there. 

With a firm slap to your ass, he lifts you off, quickly coming up and behind you. He pushes you down, hands on your waist while his thumbs press into that dimpled arch in your back. Terry spreads you apart, biting his lip as he sees how drenched and sticky your panties have become. He bends down, hands sliding back to your ass cheeks, massaging and spreading them, watching the way your pussy lips threaten to eat up the fabric. 

“This shit is so fuckin’ sexy, baby, what the fuck?” He groans out, dick twitching and surely creating a wet spot in his grey briefs. It strains against the cotton as hips grind up into the air.

You push your own hips back, far past tired of his teasing. “Daddy, pleaseee, stop playin–” Your whines are cut off, choked back into your throat as he rips the lace apart, exposing your molten core to the seemingly chilled air. Your essence drips down, slicking your inner thighs– the view reminded Terry of a fresh, warm, homemade honey bun, right out the oven. And there was nothing he was more hungry for at this very moment. 

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