I did have a favorite but, was it really his business? What difference would it make to him?
Gulping deeply my eyes darted around the room then settled onto Marlo’s intense gaze. “Uh, that one.” I pointed to my Black and gold rose that was in the shape of puckered lips with a tongue that flickered sitting by Marlo’s feet. It had a powerful sucking feature, and the vibration was one of the strongest I ever had. When I say I nutted in seconds when I used it, I wasn’t exaggerating. It was the best hundred dollars I ever spent.
He bent down to pick it up, inspecting it. “You a freak forreal huh?”
“No, I just have needs and I’m not in to fucking random niggas because I’m horny. Is that okay with you?” I sarcastically replied, lifting myself onto the counter to sit back down.
Marlo stroked his beard like he was in deep thought. His eyes intensely stared me down and I started feeling self-conscious under his gaze. “Actually, I prefer it that way. You don’t need no nigga fuckin’ ya PH balance up,” Marlo said chuckling.
“You sound crazy as hell.” I laughed at him; Marlo had lost his mind if he thought I wasn’t gonna get any dick. Maybe not in the next few weeks but I was long overdue. My toys had held me off long enough, it was time for the real deal.
“I'm dead ass.” He frowned at me. “Niggas don’t be washin’ they ass. It ain't safe out there.”
“I’ll make sure whatever nigga I end up with knows how to wash his ass,” I dismissively said ready to be done with this conversation.
“When the last time you got some dick?” Marlo asked me with a straight face, I had no idea how I missed it, but he was closer than before. Or maybe I was tripping,
“Who knows.” I shrugged my shoulders because it had been so long since I had sex. I stopped counting. “But I’m due forsome,” Marlo shot me an evil glare when I finished talking and I busted out laughing at his mad ass.
“You don’t need shit. You got enough fake ones here,” His words were teasing but the menacing look never left his eyes.
“You like fake pussy?” I sassily asked him, tilting my head to the side.
“I’m allergic to fake. Act like you know me.”
“Well, I’m sick of fake my pussy needs the real thing,”
“So, so when ya pussy get wet what you do? Get in ya freak nasty bag and pick which dick you want to use?”
“Marlo gon’ somewhere asking me them dumb ass questions,” I tried to play like I was unbothered by his words, in a sense I wasn’t it was the tone of his voice that was throwing me off. My body was reacting to them for all the wrong reasons. I kept having to clench my legs on the low to keep my coochie in check. She was purring, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.
“It ain’t dumb. I guess I got this image of you in my head, and you don’t do shit like this. You a good girl and I can’t see you using a toy playin’ with ya pussy.” Marlo looked at me hard as if he was really trying to picture me playing with my toys.
“I am a good girl; however, I still play with my pussy when the time calls for it.”
Marlo’s tongue ran across his lips as he contemplated his words. “Let me see.” He calmly said and I almost choked on air.
“Marlo, you tripping.” I giggle to hide the fact that I was losing my composure. I knew my panties were soaked. Marlo had me hot and bothered and he hadn’t laid a finger on me. I was either in some dire need of dick or Marlo had the power to make me submit to his will with just a look.
“How? I’m ya best friend. Ain’t I supposed to see every side of you?”
“Nigga, no.” I smacked my lips giving him a dirty look. Marlo wasn't slick; he knew better. “That's not how friendship works.” I was about to say something slick when my words got stuck in my throat. I made the mistake of looking directly in Marlo’s eyes, his predatory gaze was on me. As he smoothly closed the gap between us. “Wha what…Marlo,” I rambled on as he used one of his hands to push me backwards. I slouched back resting on my elbows peering at Marlo curiously.
“Normal friendship might not, but I’m ya bestie.” He answered in a husky voice. His eyes were on me then they dropped to my green duffle bag that was on the ground in front of the counter I was sitting on. Marlo squatted down and started rummaging through the bag. “Solana, ion think you a good girl.” He chuckled standing back up with another one of my roses. It was a blue rose and instead of being a sucker it had a tongue that stuck out and vibrated. “Cause you got all these toys with tongues and shit.” Marlo grinned sinisterly with his attention on the rose in his hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a frown as I watched him cut the rose on.
He didn’t answer me, instead he grabbed my left leg pushing it to the side. Without warning Marlo grabbed the crouch of my shorts pulling them and my panties to the side. Marlo stared at my pussy intently and I held my breath. Not believing this was happening right now. I knew I should have stopped Marlo. It was the right thing to do but truthfully I didn’t want to. I was always fighting my feelings for Marlo, and it felt good to be able to feel him even if it was temporary.
“Ya pussy always be this wet?” Marlo questioned me, I could see the excitement in his eyes. He didn’t give me the chance to say anything he placed the rose directly onto my clit.
My back arched, I couldn't formulate a sentence if I wanted to. The only thing I could utter were moans. I don’t knowwhat I thought Marlo was going to do but this wasn’t it. I tried to close my leg over his hand and the rose, to give myself some kind of relief. Marlo wasn’t having it. With his free hand he pinned my leg down preventing me from being able to move it. The entire time Marlo’s eyes never left from between my legs. Marlo teased my clit with the vibrating tongue, he would hold it on my clit, watching me wiggle and beg him for mercy. Right when I was about to cum he’d pull it off. I swear Marlo was staring at my pussy with amazement.
“Come here, I can’t see,” Marlo growled, picking me up effortlessly, moving me over to the bar top counter in the kitchen. He laid me flat on my back with my legs stretched out. “Put ya legs like this,” he instructed me as he bent my legs on each side. “Yeah,” he said with lust dripping from his words.
A few seconds passed then I felt the rose back on my clit. Marlo was making me delirious not letting me cum. I was about ready to give him all the money in my bank account if it meant he’d let me cum. I thrusted my hips upward pressing my clit onto the rose. Tears stung the corner of my eyes as I started to feel the euphoric bliss of my orgasm shooting through my body.
My heart was beating out of control as the reality of what just transpired between Marlo and I. I was embarrassed, I really wanted to run and hide from him. I couldn’t believe I didn’t try to put a stop to any of this. Instinctively my hands went to cover my face, I didn’t want to look Marlo in the eyes right now.
