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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 ✶✶

Missionary cus his eyes pretty and face is handsome 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Y’all I got these pictures from Pinterest (but I need to thirst about this black king really quick)

Lawd help me jesus, 🥵 if you are listening to me right now please send me a man that looks like him please. Y'all for the past two days straight I have been watching rebel ridge I can't get this man out of my head like I was at the gym today and none of these niggas look like Terrence James Richmond.....FUCKKK MY LIFEE 😭I am down for this man and I know in my heart, mind, body and soul that his dick is big 🧎🏿‍♀️🧎🏿‍♀️just everything about him is big 👀👀 and he has to be the finest nigga on this earth to walk today. I would put his ass down, purrr😈 I wanna bite his ears and lastly I need him in a love story with a black woman and he needs to a eater 👅 and hunching on our sista’s🙏🏿.

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.

Aaron in these glasses!!! It’s giving 90s fine.

need him to sling me over his shoulder and carry me away

The man I think about to do it with 💕💕

Thinking about raw missionary with tongue kissing and creampies

THE SPITTING KINK 🫠🫠🧎🏿‍♀️(I am dead and I can’t get up) This is sooo goood to see Sub!Terry turning Dom!Terry too sis it’s 6am and I’m horny for this man 🥺 you did that sis 💕💕💕

Note: Hey y'all! I hope y'all enjoy, the next one might be submissive Terry idkidk 🫣 kinda hate this one.

Perfect Gentleman. | Aaron Pierre.

Gentle!Terry Richmond x Black!Female Reader

Warnings: MNDI!! this story is 18+ with depictions but not limited to; sexual content ( penetrat!on, oral s3x ( m receiving), extreme language (cursing, sexual references) established relationship, slight daddy kink if you squint. Not proofread!

Summary: terry's been the perfect gentleman, maybe a little too gentle.

swear you can have me, you really one-of-one.

how you so nasty? you really one-of-one.

You eagerly scratched the itch away in your bitten up ankles. The mosquitoes out here in the Black Bayou had torn your exposed ankles up—and this was why camping wasn't your thing. You'd never complain though, any excuse to be with Terry was a good one.

"I told you to wear long socks," he chuckled looking back you and at how you'd scratched the skin on your ankles red, "all that gardenin' you do and you out here with no socks on," he softly lectured as you watched him pitch the tent, at his demand. He was such a gentleman.

You'd been dating Terry for over four months, you've both went on a plethora of dates, had the steamy first kiss, and even spent a night at each others apartment, but you still hadn't fucked yet. Was it you? You knew you had an Oscar worthy performance of your coy-innocent act that Terry ate up all of the time, but you weren't a prude. You couldn't count how many times you'd hinted, and seduced only to be met with more gentleness.

And you loved how patient, protective, and gentle he was with you. He was everything you'd practically asked for when you started dating. A nice man, a sweet man—and you got it, a full blown golden retriever boyfriend. He had so many amazing qualities, he was always on time arriving fifteen minutes early. Something he said was one of the most useful things he learned from his time in the Marine Corps. He was a full blown de-escalator, he never wanted to argue with you, always communicating as calmly as he could before coming to an understanding with you. He was gentle. But maybe he was too gentle? You wanted Terry in the worst ways. It didn't help that he stayed in good shape, gym four times a week, and his infinite morning runs kept him in tip-top shape.

You pouted, squinting your eyes as you looked at Terry from underneath the brim of the Nike bucket hat you'd retrieved from him. Although he was pitching the tent and the sun was currently beating down on him, he decided that, you, sitting in the shade doing nothing, needed the hat more. Such a man.

"You said come comfortable, and I garden in my crocs—that's what I came in!" You defended your reasoning for not wearing the socks that he did tell you to pack last night over a quick FaceTime call, but he did say come comfortable in the same sentence. "These mosquitos are relentless, baby, look at my ankles!" You frowned looking at how red and irritated the skin has gotten there even on your deep brown skin.

Of course Terry stopped his meddling with the tent and came over to assess your so badly injured ankles. He tsk'd softly his big hands cradling both of your ankles gently. Now push them behind my head! you eagerly thought feeling him touch you at all always sent shocks and shivers through your body.

"They eatin' my baby up," he somberly acknowledged rubbing his thumbs where the bites were firmly, "you put bug spray on like I told you?"

You nodded. "Yeah, just go and finish the tent," you dramatically sighed waiting to eagerly scratch at the bites, "I'll just be sitting over here, itchy, getting ate up." At least something was eating you up.

He brought your left ankle up to his lips casually, placing a soft kiss there before setting the both of them back down carefully. You almost moaned, it had been way too long. "stop scratchin' at em, you makin' em worse."

You looked at him, batting your eyelashes at him a dazed nod following right behind. He was so gorgeous, and it didn't help that he was so sweet and treated you like the absolute brat you were. He continued on with his quick work with the tent and you continued on with your sneaky scratching. After it was perfectly pitched, he got you inside as soon as it was done to rub a bit of alcohol on your itchy ankles and making you put on a pair of his socks that were way too big for you.

You frowned looking down at your legs later that night as you both set around the campfire, that you had gotten started. You hadn't forgotten all the survival tips your father had shown you. Terry focused on cooking the fish he and you caught earlier from the pier. He'd cleaned it and dissembled it himself. "These are puttin' a damper on my outfit, so not cute."

Terry chuckled, quickly flipping the searing fish over in the pan. Your eyes flickered over to him. "What?"

"You so country," he commented through a light chuckle, "damper?"

"That's not country!" You defended through a smile. "Everybody says damper!"

"Nobody says damper,"

"Does too!"

"Why you gotta be such a brat? Why you act like that?" He teased playfully, holding his hand out to you only to pull you up from your chair and into his lap. "Hm?" He hummed nuzzling his faced into your neck where he playfully nipped at the skin on your neck, knowing the ticklish effect it had on you.

You laughed hunching your shoulder up to push him away from the area, "stop!" The assault lasted a few more minutes before he reluctantly stopped, only when he seen the tears from your nonstop laughter, and how you cradled your aching stomach when you laughed.

"Brat," he mumbled in between persisting kisses to your lips. You happily returned each one, who were you to deny the brat allegations. They were very true. "Always gotta have yo way."

"You love how bratty I am," you retorted, trailing your own lingering kisses from his lips, to his jaw, to his neck.

"I do," he mumbled out an agreement making you laugh against his neck before continuing on, and you thought maybe, as his hands kneaded the back of your thighs and the undersides of your ass. But all that came undone when he urgently removed you from his lap in light hysterics about almost burning the fish.

The fish.

How could he even think about fish when he had your throbbing pussy in his lap, was he really blind to all this shit? Or was he just not sexually attracted to you? Or was he fucking celibate? The questions brought on a lingering insecurity. The rest of the night you were more distant, quiet, the situation left you a little embarrassed and salty. You'd never had a man be so indifferent to your advances. Or did he even see them as advances? Hell, you didn't know anymore.

Your distance and quiet demeanor didn't go unnoticed either Terry, who constantly made it his mission to see if you were okay and enjoying yourself. You answered the same all the time, yes, which did very little to comfort him—but he also didn't wanna push you into irritation.

"You sure you good, baby?" He asked later that night as you both settled into the cozy tent. You made sure to nestle yourself into your cute, pinky, sleeping bag. It was so you.

"Yeah." You simply answered with a nod, forcing the weak smile. Such a liar. But you weren't gonna admit that the situation left you feeling a little salty. You didn't wanna bring the situation up at all, you'd much rather forget it.

"You sure? You not actin' like yourself, baby. You want me to take you home?" There he went. Being so him. Always being so caring.

"No, I'm fine. It's nothing really, im just..itchy still." You seamlessly lied. Or maybe not. You were still itchy.

Terry decided not to press the issue instead making sure he got as close as possible to you, something he always did when you slept together, he loved being right up under you—you didn't contest to it. Ever. You both gave your good nights, and Terry made sure to turn off the LED lantern lamp you both had in the tent. A soft and easy silence falling over the both of you. Terry's soft breathing, body heat, chirping crickets and the pitch black were enough to lull you to sleep. And they almost did, but damn, you were still itchy.

You brought your knees to your chest, hastily scratching at your extremely itchy ankles, a heavy, draws out sigh from the temporary but almost euphoric relief skipped past your lips.

"Stop scratchin'." Terry's deep voice but through the silence, the raspiness on the edge of his voice attributed to the sleep that had took him in quick. The words halted your actions quickly as you tried to quietly morph into a comfortable position.

"I'm not," you spoke quietly.

"But you were."

His damn hearing. He heard everything.

"Well I wouldn't have been if I was doing something else." Your tone snappy but the suggestiveness fore fronted the sassiness.

"Somethin' else like what?" Terry questioned.

You huffed immediately, sitting up abruptly from your sleeping bag and flickering the lantern on. "Are you really that clueless?" You exclaimed almost, looking at his ever so lost expression. "Terry, are not you sexually attracted to me?"

Terry looked at you as if you'd grown two heads. Like he couldn't understand why you'd ask him such a question, like you didn't know he was a full blown raging man. "Why would you even ask me that, of course im sexually attracted to you, baby."

"You don't act like it," you quietly murmured, "it's like every time I try, you pull back. What is it? I really thought I was obvious enough with everything."

And you were. Terry wasn't ignorant to your advances. But he also wasn't ignorant to your past relationships and the men that you dealt with. Full blown sex addicts a few of them seemed to be, and some of them seemed unable to form a real bond with you without sex. He wanted to prove to you that he actually liked you, that he wanted to get to know you past sex. That he wanted this to last. It'd taken copious amounts of restraint for him to slyly deter away from the advances. Copious amounts.

He wasn't exactly sure how he made it to four months himself, without caving in. Maybe it was his serious he'd gotten about your relationship, maybe it was genuine like for you that made it somewhat easy. He was still a man though, taking care of himself when he was finally away from you.

He said your name slowly, sitting up himself, "im utterly, completely, and deeply sexually attracted to you. But I wanna show you that when it comes to keeping this together, sex is indifferent to me. I don't want you to think we need that shit to connect. I genuinely like you, alot."

"I like you too, but I already knew that Terry," he softly laughed, the weight of the insecurities dropping off your shoulders. You couldn't believe that once again, all this time, the lack of sex was catered to his feelings about you. You were gonna fuck this man so good. So good. "I knew that at the end of the first date when you didn't try to kiss me when you dropped me off." You giggled at the recanting of the memory.

"I wanted you to feel it though."

"And I do feel it," you slinked even closer to him, hand trailing up his thigh, "I feel it so much." You looked up at him, batting your long lashes.

Terry sat there slack mouthed, brows furrowed, his stormy eyes looking down at you with bursting pleasure and astonishment as he watched you suck him down. How the fuck did you get so good at this shit? You'd completely covered his shaft in your saliva, you were loud and sloppy. Just how he liked it. Throat so tight around him, every time you nuzzled him in. You were dazed yourself, tasting him, having him in the back of your throat where you craved him so many times before. You were savoring all of this.

Your hands wrapped themselves around his girthy length, stroking them at a brisk pace, your wet mouth guiding them in their dizzying up and down movements. His grunts and groans of approval only furthered you to please him more. You looked up at him, eyes watery, and soft as you took him down, spit bubbles formed around him, as you nuzzled him in deeper into your mouth. Removing a spit soaked hand, you nuzzled that into your soaked panties, pleasing him, pleased you.

"Sss-shitttt," he drug out through a groan, his strong hand grasping the back of your neck, as he bucked himself up into your mouth, relentlessly fucking your throat. You shut your watery, burning eyes letting him use you how he wanted. "Fuck, eat that dick up baby. You do that shit so good," he slurred through his persisting moans.

That only furthered your arousal, which furthered your efforts. The rough gags and choking from you was almost enough to send him over the edge. Almost. You finally pulled back, giving him a chance to recover and giving yourself a chance to catch your ailing breathing.

You stroke him off, spitting down on his shaft in your hands, eagerly stroking the lubrication in, leaning your head down to suck one of his balls into your mouth; gently. You knew too much. How did you know so much?

"Why you so nasty?" He mumbled grabbing your chin once you were done tending to his balls. "Hm?" He hummed before pressing your wet lips to his own. His kiss rushed, sloppy, and deep. His tongue searched every inch of your mouth, his lips sucking your own into his mouth.

Oh he was nasty like that?

"Move," he knocked your hands away from his still hardened dick, "take that shit off." He comments taking heed to the articles of clothing you still had on, his own hands slithering under the oversized shirt you'd put on for bed.

"But I wanted to make you cum—" you started, wiping your wet mouth with the back of your hand once he eagerly pulled your t-shirt off, nipples immediately pebbling due to the exposure of the cool night air in the tent. You didn't get to finish your sentence before Terry's lips were already latched onto the flesh on your neck, creating red blemishes as he cascaded down your body skillfully.

"You bout to," he mumbled attaching his lips to yours once again, "open up," he tapped your jaw firmly, "lemme see." The firm taps to your jaw ignited the fire and aching need in your belly, a moan slipped past your lips as you opened like he asked.

You watched, dazed, as he spat down into your mouth. Oh, he was nasty.

It was like yin and yang to you. This couldn't be your Terry. Not the Terry that bought you flowers every Sunday and never let you lift a finger Terry. This was a different Terry, nasty Terry. Impatient Terry. Demanding Terry. Just what you wanted.

"Oh my god-uhhhh!" You slurred out through a moan. Terry's vice grip on your locs matched the same vice grip you currently had him in right now. He had you positioned on all fours, one hand on your hip to steady his hard, dizzying strokes. He was fucking you hard, too hard. Too good. Your thighs trembled beneath you, knees threatening to buckle as he slammed into your heated core repeatedly. It's like he knew exactly where that spot was located. "Right there, daddy! Right fucking there," you whimpered, face pressed pathetically on the pallet beneath you.

"I know, i feel that shit," he groaned, sending another hard smack to your ass cheek, the recoil from his pelvis constantly slamming into your ass had him in a complete daze. Four months he kept himself from this, restrained himself from what he knew had to be good. But he didn't expect it feel like this. "Wettin' me right the fuck up—mm mm, keep that shit right there, you better not fuckin' lay down, keep that shit open just like that." He mumbled out into the tent, taking into head your trembling legs. The lewd sounds of your sopping wet pussy, followed by the loud slapping of your skin together filled your tent and your empty head.

"Fuckkkk," you groaned out, managing to sit up in your elbows, acrylics clawing at the covers beneath you, your eyes crossed as you felt his tip kissing a little too deep, "so deep, baby."

"Mhm," he hummed pulling your head back with his tight grip on your hair, his lust filled glare looking right down into your own crossed eyes, "right where i should be. Look at you, takin' this dick like a good girl. This what you wanted right?"

"Yesssss," you managed to fully get out, a series of breath taking moans following. He was giving you exactly what you wanted; hard, rough shit. He was fucking you like he hated you, like he had a point to prove. This shit was only making you delusional did he not understand the type of you he would get now?

"Yeah? Wanted daddy to dig yo' shit out just like this, huh?" He nodded watching you nod in response, your breaths coming out in a series of heavy puffs. "I know you did, can tell by the way you creamin' on my dick."

"Shittt!" You gasped out the exploitive, planting your hands flat against the ground, mustering yo whatever weak energy you had to fuck yourself back against him, working toward your own impending orgasm. "I'm finna cum!" You rushed out.

Terry pulled you back toward his chest, your small frame engulfed in his as you sat promptly in his lap getting impaled in the most delicious way possible. You felt lightheaded, high, and perfect all at once. "Babyyyy, im cummin'!" You whined out.

"Keep tellin' me, do that shit. Lemme feel you cum on my dick," he grunted, the lewd works making you clench around him as they clearly sent you tumbling over the edge. Terry mocking your long, loud and drawn out moans with his own. His lips attacking wherever they could on your exposed neck. His impaling strokes never stopped, even when it was clear you'd completely rode it out. He kept fucking you, sending you into a deep place of overstimulation. When was he ever planning to cum?

"Look at you," he mumbled a smug smirk on his lips, hand firmly holding your slacked jaw in his hand, "dick got you dumb—breathe through that shit, baby." He tapped your jaw, repeatedly. The sight of you alone, plus the constant contracting of your walls around him had earned you a deliciously sounding groan. You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until he spoke up.

Everything was too much. It was too much to focus on. The pleasure, his voice, his kisses. Forgetting to breathe in the middle of your overstimulation was warranted.

Your breaths cane tumbling back to you fast, hard and quick you panted. Body trembling in Terrys grasp, as dared to lean forward feeling another orgasm approaching, but this one felt harder. Body-shattering. It hurt and felt so good at the same time.

"Fuck, ima nut baby," Terry grunted in your ear. "Pussy so good, why yo shit so good like this?" Finally.

"Cum in my pussy, please daddy," was the first and only thing you could get out, not even warning him about your oncoming orgasm. This one cramped everything, the tightness in your stomach didn't subside but seemed to get tighter. Your thighs were numb, but your legs ached. The squeal you let out left your throat raw, and that's why you didn't hear Terry when he finally announced that he was cumming, but you felt him for sure, right where you told him to.

You felt Terry's lips against your jaw, kissing you repeatedly. Telling you how well you did for him, how he couldn't believe he kept himself away from that for four months. How good it was. These were finally the words that lulled you off to a blissful sleep, you'd finally got what you wanted. There you were, fucked out In a tent, with cum leaking out of you. Such a whore. A happy whore.

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still no tag list! 😭 hope you enjoy this little filler! 💕

If this nigga don’t get himself a chocolate sista, then I’ll do myself 🫠🫠

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This is what me and my kitty has to say…..this is amazing 💕💕💕💕

ease your mind | Terry Richmond x Black! Plus-Size Reader

content: i wrote this from a place of real FOMO – i wanted in on the Terry Richmond Fanfiction-palooza too! Reader has heavy Dom energy and Terry likes to be told what to do (consent is explicit and enforced); mutual m*st*rbat*on, talking Terry through it, bodily fluids. this is just nasty, full-stop.  soundtrack: Intro x "Come Inside"

“Keep those pretty eyes on me.” 

Terry whimpers under your stroke. His soul forever folds under your touch. You’ve mastered the perfect pace and pull to make his man drool drip onto the floor. Your right hand is his favorite stress reliever. Your spit is the perfect lube. He can feel your wet stain the back of his dress shirt. His slacks cover his brown wing tips, his briefs heavy with precum. The unbearable drive over to your place. On edge.  Over work today and everything that came with it, really. Thinking about what you’re doing to him right now. He couldn’t wait to get home to you. To what you’re making him watch in the mirror. 

Who knew your sexy faces could be so damn sinister? It’s like you’re possessed with the task of beating his dick until he taps out. He can’t contain the ‘fucks’ escaping from the depths of his military-frame. That deep, Southern-friend baritone is an octave or two away from breaking glass. 

What a bitch, you think. But he’s your bitch. And bitches deserve to feel good. 

"You like this shit, don’t you?"

"Mm-. Mmhmm."

Rapid nods into head drops. A quick look down to the mess you’re making on him. Your manicured thumb traces circles atop the head of his shaft. Dragging the tip of your black coffin-shaped nail just under his shooter sends his thighs into a thunderous shake. Sensitive to the touch. 

“Oh, look at you.” 

Look at him. He’s the finest man you’ve ever seen.  Those eyes, that toasted almond skin? So unfair. That scruff on his chin. You pull it with your left hand as you keep stroking him with your right. He loves being at your whim. 

Your pace quickens. The sounds coming from Terry intensify. 

“You had a rough day at work, huh?"

Terry gathers just enough strength to answer. “Ye-ss. Fuck.” 

“You wanna tell me about it while I make you cum?” 

Therapy by tug. 

A random fire drill messed up his concentration. His co-worker talking incessantly about her dog. The dog she lost almost a decade ago. An uber-boring meeting on military analytics. His boss’ secretary kept barging into a closed door meeting with Terry. Wife at home needed a call-back ASAP. He kept dodging the responsibility, instead choosing to eye-fuck the girl every chance he could. 

That’s what you could put together through the babbles, the moans, the sighs and the grit of his teeth. 

“She must be attractive…” Your left hand leaves his beard and travels down to the base of his neck, index and thumb fingers dragging against his skin. You gently press your hand onto his Adam's apple. You’d rather choke him than hear Terry affirm your beliefs. His eyes roll back to cosign your desires not to know. 

Terry’s fuck faces are top-tier: that fat bottom lip between his perfect teeth. His tongue poking out the sides of his mouth when his dick twitches under your care. He likes to feel it jump against your hand, a high-five of the highest order. 

His dick starts to pump on its own. You slow down your pace. Terry likes to be edged into oblivion. He’s doing so good right now. He deserves what’s about to happen. 

You pick up the pace of your personal fleshlight, strokes getting more nasty and wetter by the second. Terry needs it even more wet. He wants to feel like it’s your pussy collapsing around him. 

“Wet your shit.” 

You watch him send a trail of his own saliva down to the scene of the crime. That turns you into a beast even more. Your left thumb enters his mouth. You’ll be his ball gag. You feel his big body shake under your touch. The bottom half of his body lifts up from the bed. His moans and hisses reverberate around your finger. 

“Boy, don’t bite…” 

His teeth retread. HIs tongue swirls around your finger. instead He tries to tell you he’s about to cum but your thumb goes even deeper into his mouth. You press up on the roof of his mouth. His eyes water, his bottom lip drops. A pool of spit drips down the right side of his chin. He’s never looked so defeated, so ready to wave the white flag. 

You want to finish with him. 

“I want some of this too. Fuck, lift up. Lift up.” 

You pull your right hand from Terry’s member and proceed to create rapid fire circles on your clit. “Ter-ry. I wanna watch you finish…” 

Terry has a better idea. “I’mma fuck us both into a finish.” 

Terry goes full Semper Fi. He pulls you under him, legs already wide open and ready for what’s about to happen. He doesn’t waste a second, sliding his huge dick inside of our already slick-stained walls. Pumping in and out of you like a clogged hose. You grab the back of Terry’s neck for leverage. He keeps pounding you and pounding into you. 

“Fuck got into you?! Don’t stop-p.” You can hit some notes too when Terry hits your shit out the frame. “Fuck me, Terry. Keep fucking me. Pleaseeee.” 

Terry don’t know nothing else but putting in full effort. You feel the heat of his belly against yours. The rumble before the volcanic explosion. You beat Terry’s back with your fist and he continues to beat your pussy to a pulp. He’s so ready to let off inside of you. You’re ready to create a gnarly cocktails of fluids. 

Terry pauses to lift up his waist. He knows the routine. You find your clit again and proceed to rapidly swipe right like Tinder. His strokes go Quiet Storm-slow in and out of you. Your brain turns into radio static. Blackout screams and Terry’s name exits your lips. An epic stream splashes onto Terry’s waist. Your mouth drops to the floor. Terry picks it up with a deep kiss. He moans into your mouth as his load counterstrikes. 

His therapy is paid in full.

Hey sistawives✨✨

So I saw this on insta today and let’s talk about this nigga here LAWDDD HELP ME JESUSSSSS I didn’t even realize that was him in the beginning but look at him being a MANNN A GOOD MAN SAVANNA, BITCHHHH he’s a protector AHHHHH he can fights niggas AHHHHHHHH I CANTTTTT he can put me in a armbar and put me in soo many submissions 🤤💦💦🤪 and now that I’m thinking about it MMA Trainer! Terry x Newbie! Reader and he trains her and ends up fucking her on the mat 👀👀 💢⭕️💢⭕️💢⭕️ sista’s I need to stop I can’t stop thinking about him I need help (not really)

The man I have been thinking about nonstop and I’m not going to stop 🤪 but I’ve decided to say enough is enough and join in on The Terry Richmond FanFiction-palooza ™️ by @consent-is-king (sorry sis I had too🙂‍↕️) and I needed to write about the man damn it, but in my fic this is going to be worked in my story and I’m excited and little bit horny 😏 ☺️💨

let’s smoke while we fuck so i can blow smoke in your face and watch your pretty eyes get more and more hazy, slowly pushing you further towards seeing heaven <3

You wanna know what would make me feel better….fuckin this man 💦💦💦💦

Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond in Rebel Ridge

Dutty-Wine and Games

(This the reader’s facecard but just imagined her being thicker ☺️ and this is what Terry’s wearing for tonight.)

Summary: It’s date night for you and your man Terry and he wanted to surprise you by taking you to the Caribbean Festival that  you were talking about to him couple months ago and Terry getting you a souvenir that tested his man-strength also not knowing that tonight you would get your man high for the first time.

Warnings: Est. relationship, black fem. reader, n-word usage, D/s dynamic, smoking weed (a joint), kissing, oral(fem. rec x2), cursing, spitting, choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise kink, ass-spanking, squirting, unprotected p-in-v, doggy-style, the reader’s legs are on his shoulder(idk the position.)

Word-count: 3.5 k 18+ (this is the song that use dutty-wine scene if y’all wanna listen you can🙂‍↕️)

You’ve been dating Terry for the past eight of months and it has been amazing with him since he moved here to Atlanta after winning his case against Shelby Springs Pd and getting a large sum of money for himself and paying back Mr.Liu in ten folds and to have the restaurant to be open for decades. You met Terry on a dating website for other black people to meet, once you saw his profile and them beautiful hazel eyes he had with his bulging arms and large print you knew you had to have him. And today is another date night with him even though you don't know where you’re going.

“So I have a surprise for you, it’s something that we’ve seen a couple of months ago and it’s finally here this weekend.” Terry pulls into an empty lot to find parking for his truck to back in, turning off the ignition and coming around to open the door for you and only grabbing your phone and your lipgloss since you won’t need your purse.

“Good baby you are so fine right now, you lucky there’s going to be people there cause if not-” You put a hand on his gold chain he had laying on his chest to pull him down to kiss you, his soft lips overpowering you, slowly being push up against his truck, putting your hands up against his hips to push away “Okayyy daddy, you are done you still have to tell me what my surprise is?” looking into his eyes and shifting to his lips and back to his eyes “Well for what I’m wearing that should give you a hint?” smiling back at you and stepping back for you while holding your chocolate hand.

Your eyes shift down to his shirt to see he is wearing his curacao shirt that was makin’ look like a full course meal, his shirt fitted around his arms so deliciously with his big ass guns he had on him with his khakis pants that filled his legs out sooo good and his white forces and then you realized and smelling many flavors of jerk chicken, plantains being cooked, and a light smell of weed; your eyes widened “The Carribean Festival, awhh Terry I thought you forgot that I  told you that I always wanted to go.” you poke out your bottom lip in happiness showing a down towards smile to him  “Awhh babygirl don’t cry, you’re gonna mess up your pretty makeup.” He swipes his thumb in the corner of your eye to catch your tear and wipes it on his shirt “All-right I’m starvin’, let’s go inside before I eat something else mhm.” Terry smacks right on your ass making your Jamaican colored dress giggle.

You both made inside with him paying for the both of you, this festival was fucking huge with rollercoasters, kiddy rides, carnival games and tents full of vendors selling their amazing food, Terry let you choose for what you both wanted for dinner, you ended up getting a plate of jerk chicken and rice and a side of fried plantains and Terry got a bowl of beef stew with rice, carrots and potatoes with two drinks, as he paid for the both of you again, both of you sit a table.

“So do you want to ride any of the rollercoasters while we're here babygirl?” Terry holds out both of his hands in front of you, nodding your head at him and resting your hands on top of his large palms “Yeah daddy you know I’m not  a scaredy cat. I’m a big girl.” sticking out your tongue at him, he licks his lips  and smirks “Oh so you a big girl now huh, so you don’t need daddy no more huh?” as he told you that you were zoned out on his veins and hands, lightly scratching your smaller hands ontop of his and looking up at him and looking into his eyes shaking your head no repeatedly “Noooo daddy.” almost coming out as a whine from you, he gives you a chuckle “You know I’m just playin’ with babygirl I know you in love with daddy’s dick.”  he leans over to give you a wet kiss on your lips.

“Order for Terry, Order for Terry.”

He comes back with the food and lays it in front of you, you were in foodie heaven and you were starvin’ like marvin too and both of you dig in eating your delicious food, you look at his bowl and somehow he already knew what you were thinking, he places a couple of pieces of meat and carrots with sauce on your plate you smiled at him and thanked him “Did you want some of my mine too?” he nods his head with still found in his mouth, you grab your fork to pick off the chicken and rice for him and had in the air for him and opens his mouth to you and gracefully took the food, you look at him as he eats the food, you were in a traced that someone could look so sexy while there eating once he swallows it and it goes down you couldn’t help but to look at his thick neck a sheen of sweat that made you wanted to climb over the table and tackle him.

Both of you walked around the festival once you guys were done eating holding each other hands and looking at people, rides, and hearing laughter coming from all around you see a dance floor in the middle of the festival with some dutty-whine music playing throughout the place you lead him to dance floor, slowly moving your hips to the beat of the song Terry comes up behind you to stop where you were at and put his hands on your hips and starts to dutty-wine with you, your hands were on your knees moving your hips in a eight figure then throwing it in a circle and Terry was right there to catch all the wines, you slowly bend over hips while still moving in a circular motion he grabs one your arm to hold your balance while you grind on him, you look over long black french curls braids to see him biting his bottom lip and gripping on your hips, raising back against his chest while twerking on him, he turns you around to face him.

“Fuck babygirl you got me so fuckin hard right now, grinding that ass on me I feel like I was about to nut if you didn’t stop.” you put arms around his neck and peck his lips also to block anyone that would see your daddy’s hard-on “We can stay like until your soft daddy.” he raises his head to look at you and gives you a sloppy wet kiss. A few minutes later Terry was feeling better and both kept walking through the festival in-hand and you stopped in your tracks to walk up to the booth and asked the worker at the tall sledgehammer machine.

 “Excuse me, how many games do I need to win that teddy bear up there?” the buck-tooth boy turns “Four ma’am.”

You turned around to look for Terry and seeing him already behind you not leaving you any room, his gorgeous eyes going straight to your heart and pussy “You want that big ass teddy bear babygirl?” you plead with your eyes and put on your best pouty face and wrap your arms around his neck and gettin’ all close to his face “Please please daddy- pretty please?” giving him a kiss on the lips he wraps his arms around your waist he takes a deep breath “One more-mhm one more- one more babygirl.” you giggle in his arms “All right babygirl here take my phone, I’m gonna get you that teddy bear.” and gives you a small love tap on your ass and pays the worker then grabs the large sledgehammer.

The first bell he got was effortlessly, the second bell as well, by the third bell he had a crowd around him and you were cheering him on, and by the fourth bell he used all of his might and went it ringed you screamed and ran to him then jumped on him wrapping your arms and legs around him, giving him kisses “Thank you - thank you - thank you so much daddy.” and you still kept kissing on his face, he snorts out a giggle out as he put you down on your feet and rest his hand on your hips “Your very welcome babygirl.” “Ma’am here’s your bear.” 

You got tired of carrying the bear and had Terry carry it for you as you both were walking back to the truck, he opens the passenger side first for you to get in then he stuffs the teddy bear in the back seat and gets in on his side and turns on the ignition “Back to your place baby?” you looked at him “Yeah daddy let’s go.” you take your phone to be dj for the both of you and listen to Paramore and some RnB songs on the drive home.

You opened the front door of your apartment to let Terry in so he can put the teddy bear on the couch and his night bag on the carpet you turned on some lights so you can see Terry  and closed the door “You know being at that we were just at the festival today and eating some good food  and dancing I have the perfect way to close out having this full caribbean experience, be right back.” You walked to your room to get your goodie bag and bring it out to the family room to show him. 

“I’ve never smoked weed before, I wasn’t allowed to do it when I was in the marines.”

You slowly put back your joints that you had in your bag “But....If I wanted someone to be my first for this I would want it to be with you.” he turns to look at you “Thank you for trusting me daddy and I’m gonna get you so fuckin’ high you have no fucking idea.” you give him a kiss on the lips and one more for good measure and grab your goodie bag to sit out on your patio and smoke Terry out for the first time. 

You spark the first joint in your mouth inhaling the smoke and exhaling it out, Terry was watching you  the whole time seeing how your body language became relax under his touch and you holding it out in front of him to take a hit   “You just want to do a little hit first, there you daddy.” He coughed abruptly out the smoke, you set down the joint to grab some water for him and came back with a glass of water for him and your pink Stanley for yourself, he took a couple of more hits before letting you hit it again “How are you feeling daddy?”  he takes an even deeper breath and rubs your chocolate thigh “I feel really good babygirl. Thank you for this.” you handed it back to Terry “You’re welcome daddy, hey have you ever done a shotgun before?” Seeing him inhaling the joint and blowing it out his mouth, you couldn’t believe that this nigga has never smoked weed before and with him under the warm sunset making him looking like he was a fucking emperor with him smoking this joint, shakes his no at you “What’s that?” you slowly pull your lips in a smile.

You fill your lungs with smoke as you ashed the joint in your bowl, then grab his face to come closer to your lips and push out the smoke into his mouth, lips lightly touching each other then he moves his head up to blow out the smoke. Your mouth was slightly parted as you stared at your daddy’s adam- apple move up and down and the veins that pop out the side of his neck out, he pushed out the last bit of smoke and looked down at you and smirked  “What?” still looking at him “You so handsome daddy mhm, with yo’ fine ass.” Terry grabs your hand and brings it up to his lips “Let’s go inside babygirl, I don’t want none of these little niggas know what I got, come on.” and opens the sliding glass door for you to go inside.

As you walked in, Terry closes the door and locks it and walks over to the front door and locks that one too then walks over to you to pull you into your bedroom, almost feeling like your were flying Terry turns on the bedroom light and walks over to you to pull you in for a kiss “Mhmm daddy I need you.” he gives you another kiss “What do you need baby, use your words.” he leans down to kiss your neck you moved your head the other side of give him room and moaned, moving your hands up his back to grab on the back of head his soft lips and tongue kissing all your spots making you want to his full lips somewhere else “Oh shit daddy I need to you to eat my pussy please ughh pleaseee.” 

“You want me to eat your pussy babygirl huh? this pretty pussy, you need daddy’s lips on you.” 

Terry took of your dress and threw it across the room and lifted you up to throw you on the bed, taking off your bra and throwing it in the corner of your room he climbs ontop of you he rests his crotch on your clothed pussy slightly moving his hips against you, he takes his hand to hold your cheek and give you a wet sloppy kiss in his mouth. You moaned in his mouth and Terry kissed down your neck to your chest then sucking on each of your breast and kissing your tummy, he sits up to take off his shirt ‘fuckkkkk meeee this nigga has to be the worldest finest man to walk on this earth’ you thought to yourself.

Terry kisses down your chocolate thighs and spreads your legs apart “Lift that ass up babygirl.” Terry takes off your panties and throws it behind him he grabs your thighs closer to his face and kissed both of your inner thighs then the bottom of your cheeks giving you little bites of pleasure “Ah- Ahh! Daddy stop teasin’ meee?” kisses your bottom one more time and hold on to your legs and dive right into your pussy, his tongue swirling all around you and bring it up to your clit slowly sucking on it, you put your hand on his head Terry moves his lips to eat you all the way up and flattens his tongue against you, moving his head against you then he lifts his head to spit at your pussy and growled against you.

“Fuck babygirl god I love this fuckin’ pussy soo much, do you wanna nut babygirl?” “Yess daddyyy.”

Terry kept eating you out with his tongue is flicking over your clit, your thighs were shaking and fighting against Terry’s hold, but it was no use then you grind out your climax on his face he gave you little kisses around your pussy and comes back up for air to face you, his goatee was dripping of you then leans down to kiss and tasting yourself on his lips the sweet and tangy flavor of it. You grab his belt to unbuckle it for him and he stopped you to pull down his khaki pants and took off his forces then got back on the bed, he grab your hips to him and got ontop of you with his fist next to your face “You ready for daddy’s big dick babygirl?” Biting your bottom lip  and nodding your head.

“Yeesss dadddyyyy I want your dick- I need it - I need it so bad daddy please - give me your big daddy dick.” you gave him kisses on his full pink lips.

Terry sat up and grabbed your legs to put them on his shoulders and slowly enters your pussy, moving to a pace to slowly open you up “Fuck your pussy is so fuckin’ tight babygirl, here baby relax your legs for me ughh fuckk mee ohh yeahh that’s it babygirl.” Your legs were spread wide to your chest under the firm hold of daddy’s fingers “Ohh shitt daddy you’re fucking. Mee. Soo. Good ohh ughh fuckkk.” Terry picks up his pace to fucking you deep in your guts, he leans over to give you a wet nasty kiss he slipped his tongue in your mouth and you suck on it then biting his lip “Babygirl I can feel your pussy grippin’ me, fuckk baby are you gonna nut on my dick? You can do it babygirl, nut on daddy’s dick.” Terry hips were fucking you dizzly and your legs started to squirm again “ugh - ugghhh - uggghhh ohh fucckkk” releasing your wet essence on his dick. 

“Turn the fuck around.” 

He grabs your hips to flip you over on your hands and knees then pulls your hips back to face him “Goddam babygirl look at this wet pussy, this is all for daddy huh?” you lay your head on the pillows and relax your back by pushing your hips out. You moaned his name “Yes yes daddy it’s all for you, please eat my pussy daddy.” Terry smacks both of your cheeks, you gasped feeling the lightning strike you moan that turned into a whine “Daadddyyy.” Terry grabs both of your arms to hold them behind your back and he gave you a long wet lick from your clit to ass and back down to your clit then kissing down your pussy his tongue swirling in your pussy  “Fuckkk daddyy ughh ohh fuckkk.” Terry used his hand held onto your hip to hold you in place so you take whatever he gives you. Feeling the heat rise again in your lower tummy, you try to scoot away but Terry leaned forward to give his tongue lashing and slurping your clit as well. 

“Oh my fuckin’ god daddy ughh oh shit, you’re eatin’ my pussy soo good oohh fucckk dadddyyyy I-I’m gonnna cumm.”

Terry just kept eating you up as you wetted his face, he growled into your pussy then gave you a few pecks down your ass and released your arms and made you be on your hands and knees and you groaned out “Daddyyy.” He pulled back your hips to him “Can you give me one more babygirl? Come on you can do it baby, you’re doing soo good for daddy, don’t you wanna make daddy nut?” he leaned over your body then grab your chin to look at him with his lips just barely touching you and push your lips to him and slides in your pussy once more, Terry stretching you out and grabbing a handful of your braids to sit you up as he drilled into you, he wrap his hand around your throat and slightly closing your airways under his grip. 

“Who’s pussy is this? Is this daddy’s pussy babygirl?”

“It-t’s  yourss daddy fuckkk it’s all your pussy ooh fuckk.”

“Open your mouth for daddy.” 

You sticked out your tongue and looked into his eyes Terry lets go some spit on your tongue and swallowing it down, he gives you sloppy kiss as he fucks the shit out you “Ughh daddy I don’t think I can cum ughh ughhhh.” Then feeling three wet fingers rubbing your clit, you horsley moaned loudly out and having your heat rise up in you for the last time “It’s okay babygirl if you wanna nut? I know you do. I can feel you mamas go ahead daddy’s gotchu.” You felt like you were exploding, shaking and shivering on Terry’s dick, him still fucking you through your climax and lets go of your neck so you fall on your pillow. He gives you a few more strokes before he cums deep inside of you.

You rest your head on his chest, listening to his speed-up heart “Thank you for this night daddy I had so much fun tonight I love you sososo much daddy.” he grabs your chin to have you look up at him “ I love you too babygirl. Daddy loves you very much and I'm glad that we went to that festival together babygirl.” Terry pulled the covers up from under the sheets and to see one large wet spot on the bed, you both looked at eachother with wide eyes and with you feeling embarrassed and covered your face then he slowly uncovers your face to hold your face in his hands.

“Heyy there’s no need to be embarrassed about this babygirl, I’m happy and proud that I was able to get to that point okay babygirl.” and gives you light pecks around your face “I’m gonna grab a towel and get a new comforter for us okay.” Once you both got situated in the bed and he had his arm wrapped around you pulling you close to him and relaxed behind you then you as well drifted off to sleep.

Holy fucking shit I can’t belive I just wrote all that 😳but I’m soooo happy that I did, I couldn’t help myself anymore thinking about this black king 🥵💕 and y’all this nigga got me like I want this nigga’s baby frfr 🤰🏿but if you had enjoy this thank you so much and I know in my heart that this nigga know how to dance I just feel it in my spirit, that nigga can and I wanted to talk about his heritage for the plot of the story. Andd High!Terry Bitchhh there was something in that weed that made him bionic cause nigga was hard for 4 rounds straight (like if he was the terminator) and Dom!Terry is always gonna do it for me especially if the nigga’s nasty, but thank you to everyone who read this it means really alot to me.

Love, Nazzy 💕

i want to FLUSTER that man. i want to make him BLUSH. i want to make him feel VULNERABLE AROUND ME. i want to make him WEAK IN THE KNEES. i want to kiss him

This version of terry🥵🥵 IT’S giving toxic and that chest hair bitch I want to rub my face in it

I wanna bite in his ears while he’s in me 🤤🤤🤰🏿

AARON PIERRE: SAG-AFTRA Interview (2024)

This is how act in my mind when I think about Aaron Pierre 🙂‍↕️🤰🏿🤤💕

I was a woman possessed. I spent about 80 percent of my time talking about Aaron Pierre. And the other 20 percent of the time, I was praying for someone else to bring him up so I could talk about him more.