Buzzkill.
Me:What does that mean? I ain’t got nothing.
Alicia:I trust you. I don’t trust Arsenio, and before you ask, I don’t know shit. Ryker really don’t talk to me about him, nor the shit he do or don’t do in the streets, and I don’t ask him. Can you please get tested for me? I would love to taste you and so would Daddy.
Just like that my mood was back.
Me:Daddy?
Alicia: *1 image attached*
The picture was of Ryker, sucking on Alicia’s nipple and my clit started to thump again. Ryker’s thick lips was wrapped around her whole areola and I knew that he was making her feel good, and I could tell that he enjoyed making her feel good. Before I could respond to that beautiful picture, another message came through.
Alicia:Or… *1 video attached*
I pressed play and turned the video down. My mouth fell open at the sight that was on the screen. Ryker was slowly entering Alicia and pulling out of her. Her lips were so puffy as if he had beaten it up before he started slow stroking her. Every time he pulled out of her, I could see how tight she was gripping him. Ryker was groaning as if it was the best pussy he had ever had in his life. Alicia’s pussy was creaming up Ryker’s dick as she groaned. I loved sex that was quiet with a lot of low moaning and groaning. I love to hear a wet pussy and balls slapping against the skin.
“That pussy talking to me, huh?” Ryker moaned. “What she saying to daddy?” Ryker whispered.
“How good you’re making her feel?” Alicia moaned back.
“Yeah? And what else?”
“How this dick was made…agh, Rykeee,” Alicia whispered.
“Don’t cum yet, mama,” Ryker said and pulled out of Alicia, and the video ended.
My mouth was opened but nothing could come out. I was going to get tested because I wanted that feeling that Ryker was giving Alicia. I had only been with Arsenio and he wasn’t really the making love type. As soon as he got in the pussy, he was beating it up like he had somewhere to be. The only time he slow stroked me was when I was pissed off at him.
Alicia:Did you like that? You want that?
I was in the middle of responding to her text message when Arsenio opened the door. I hurried up and deleted the thread before exiting out and going into a game on my phone.
“You ain’t hear me calling your name?” Arsenio said. He jumped on the bed and kissed my neck. “What you in here doing?”
“Nah, I ain’t hear you calling me. I was so into this game. What you want?”
He pulled the covers back and ran his hand up my thigh and my juices were sitting on my thigh.
“Damn, why you wet like this? You been in here watching porn without me?” he asked me as he ran his hand up and down my slit. “You wetter than a mothafucka, Scottie. You ain’t never been this damn wet before. My dick is hard as fuck.”
Arsenio started placing kisses along my jawline and I closed my eyes, picturing it was Alicia’s lips. He finally crawled on top of me, pushing my gown up and pushing my legs apart. His hard dick was already falling out of the hole of his boxers. Make no mistake, Arsenio wasn’t lacking in the dick department, but at this moment, I didn’t want him. I wanted my best friend.
“Mmhmm,” I moaned as Arsenio slid inside of me.
“Mothafuck… Scottie, your pussy is so fucking wet,” Arsenio growled and started to pummel my pussy.
I placed the palm of my hands on his abdomen and he stopped and looked down at me.
“What?”
I gripped his waist and started moving him in and out of me, slow, like I wanted him to do. He got the point and started stroking me slowly and it felt so damn good… damn near perfect, but my mind had drifted back to when I had Alicia’s clit into my mouth, and I let out a moan I didn’t know I had in me.
“You like that shit, baby,” Arsenio asked me.
“Oooohh, it feels so good,” I moaned out.
The minute I told him that it felt good, Arsenio started speeding up. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on nutting, but I couldn’t. When he grabbed my hips and slammed into me one more time, letting me know that he had nutted. He fell on top of me, breathing hard into the nape of my neck.
