Page 22 of Gang of Roses: Kash

Stepping up behind her, I leaned over to the carnie and said, “Keep this muthafucka flowing for at least fifteen minutes. She ‘bout to see a man ‘bout a horse.”

He looked at me, nodded, and extended his hand for a pound. After the dap up, I entered the gondola with my lady. Thankfully, we had one where we were enclosed all around. There was no slipping out, falling, or injuring ourselves. We had nothing but space and opportunity.

The carnie shut and locked the gondola door, and seconds later, the wheel began to turn. I was a patient nigga, and this was her show. She was gon’ rock this bitch when she was ready, taking my ass to a new level of high… literally.

I looked out the cart as it was slowly ascending. I couldn’t lie, this shit was creating the perfect view. Sol started speaking, pulling my attention back into this trapped ass space.

“Thank you, D. I needed to be grounded, and you’ve done that for me. My emotions were getting the best of me, and I thought I would shake back, but it seemed like I was going deeper into depression. This is a breath of fresh air… you are a breath of fresh air. I’m grateful, baby.”

When Sol spoke to me, it was always easy. This time baby was putting real emotions behind that shit. I felt every word she was throwing at me. Ever since her father passed, she was closed off to attachments. When she befriended the girls, I knew she’d found a real circle. Losing any of them was gon’ do a number on her regardless of who it was. Hated it was Rose though. She was my favorite homie.

Lifting her face to mine, I kissed her with the passion and love she was due. Solenne could do no wrong in my eyes. I’d lay down an army behind her and she knew it which was why she turned to a nigga for shit like this. Distractions, a ground feeling, emotional support, and whatever else. I provided that for her. She was well aware of where home was.

The kiss turned from soft and delicate to firm and passionate. Her soft moans escaped from her mouth to mine, and I knew what was to come from that simple sign of pleasure. Within seconds, she was in my lap wrapping her thighs around a nigga waist. I could feel the heat radiating from her center. She really ain’t wear no draws out this muthafucka.

This was her show, I knew how to take a backseat and let lil’ mama drive. As she undid my belt buckle, I carried a sly grin. She was out her comfort zone for real but then again, this was on her bucket list, not mine. She needed full control in order to fulfill that desire.

“This view.”

She looked up, and I could see the fair’s light dancing in her eyes.

The button to my shorts was undone next, and my wood was being moved from my thigh to the opening of her canal. Her juices were seeping from her entrance wetting the tip of my dick. Easing herself onto my manhood, I felt her walls expand to receive me. Warm and moist. She had a box that I’d drop niggas behind.

Gasping, she took me all in hitting the base of my wood moments later. Her lips crashed into mine taking my tongue hostage within seconds. Hard as a rock and stuck in between wet lips was the best way to describe my situation right now. This woman had me ready to buss in her shit without a second thought.

“Must you feel so good every time I sit on it?” she asked softly against my lips.

“The fact that you don’t sit on it more often is telling, Ma.”

Smirking, she began to slow grind in my lap. We were hundreds of feet in the air and baby didn’t have a care in the world while riding me. Her moans were low, breathing unstable, and body hot as fuck. I think baby was getting off from the experience altogether.

“Fuuuuuck,” she whispered with her face buried in my neck.

“Turn around and bounce on this shit. We fuckin’, not making love,” I ordered.

My command was thrown out once and she was hopping off me, repositioning herself, and doing exactly what I said. Her backside had a ripple effect any time it moved putting me under a spell every time. I smacked both cheeks just to see that muthafucka flow like water.

Seeing her pussy walls wrapped around my dick, the creamy substance that coated it, and her body becoming one with mine… this woman had my head gone.

“I said bounce Ma,” I repeated slapping her ass once again. She did so with me holding onto her hips. “Mhmm, this gushy muthafucka knows who it belongs to.”

My baby was rocking the hell out of the cart. I could feel the damn thang swaying back and forth. “Baby, you gon’ cum with me?” she questioned barely able to speak.

“You know that boo.”

“And in me?”

Smiling, I nodded saying, “Yeah Ma. Yo’ nigga gon’ nut all in this pretty pussy. You gon’ have my son too, right?” All she gave me was moans while I drilled her shit. That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. “Answer me Ma before I stop fuckin’ yo’ sexy ass,” I demanded. The soft creak of the wheels turning could be heard in the background. Judging by my quick glance, we were descending.

“Yeah, big mama gon’ give you a son so keep fuckin’ me. I like the way you do that.”

Shit, I like the way you take dick.

I was slamming baby down on the pole at this point. Juices were squirting onto my lap creating a puddle as she cried out. I felt her cervix and patted myself on the back. Wet pussy from my woman always been a nigga’s motivation.

Her walls tightened around my flesh with each thrust I administered. My kids were ready to call this warm and wet box home.

“You with me?” I asked still handling that pussy like it was going out of style.