Page 11 of Gang of Roses: Dice

Honestly, it was about time for me to slow my roll. I was in my forties, and my life had been consumed by work for so long that these short, on-demand sexual encounters were starting to bore me. If I heard my mother say something about a grandchild one more time, I was hiring a damn surrogate.

When I got out of the shower, I expected to dry off and go find G-Baby. I couldn’t believe my ass was out here giving out nicknames; that was a first.

The moment I walked back into the room, Global Jamerson had my full attention. She was spread-eagled with her fat, bald pussy on display in my king-sized bed. The jewel that decorated her clit was sexy as hell.

“Damn, G-Baby. That’s how you coming?"

She didn’t answer. Instead, she curled her finger and beckoned me closer.

Thoughts of a towel left my mind… I would air-dry in this bitch.

As I crossed the room, my eyes trailed over her. She was beautiful. Pecan skin, thick thighs, a small waist, and the kind of confidence that made a person impossible to ignore. My eyes traveled up her body slowly, stopping at her watermelon-sized breasts, and she had the nerve to have her nipples pierced. I think I had truly underestimated this woman. I damn sure hope the walls to that pussy matched.

“You see something you like, Mr. Monroe?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.

Tonight, I would have a small slice of fun. I knelt beside the bed and reached for the black box I kept in the drawer attached to the bed.

When I glanced up, Global was watching me with a look that made my pulse kick up a notch. She was confused, and I’m sure she was anticipating that wet feel of my flattened tongue.

“Are you okay with me taking care of you tonight?” I asked permission.

Another first.

“Hmm."

“Use your words, G-Baby.”

“Yes.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

The corners of my mouth lifted into a sly smirk. This woman had no idea what she was doing to me. Everything about this site was a voluptuous masterpiece. Her curves were sick, and her little fupa was sexy.

I ripped the plastic off a brand-new pleasure piece and stretched the gummy part. I placed the vibration ring around my shaft, which was uncomfortable at first. I hated the feeling, but I still enjoyed playing with toys here and there and watching the unexpected expressions cross my bedmate’s face.

Just never on my sheets until now.

Global adjusted herself on her elbows, probably wondering why she had yet to feel contact. I would bet money she was anticipating feeling my thick tongue…not yet.

“Flat,” I demanded.

“Huh? What are you doi….”

I cut her words off. “I said, lay flat, ma’.”

This time, she did as she was told, and without a well-thought-out plan, I hovered over her body, flipped the switch to the ring, and a buzzing sound filled the room. I slowly inserted all ten inches into her tight walls. The buzzer finally made contact with her pierced clit once I was all the way in. She grabbed my waist tighter.

“Ouuuu,” she moaned.

I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head. I rocked in just a little bit more before stroking with all go action. The warmth and deep thrust damn near took my breath away. I was expecting it to be good, but I wasn’t expecting it to make me feel like I was a little nigga about to cum the moment my dick made contact.

“Shitttt.” The word slipped out, with a low groan mixed in, and I mentally cursed myself because getting vocal in the bedroom wasn’t my thing.

This damn girl had such a gushy ass grip. With a deadly combination, I made motion in her pussy. Silently, as kept, I used to be able to dance my ass off, so the hip action mixed with the vibration hitting her swollen clit had her back arching off the bed. I was making waves in her pussy, my hip giving a deep snake action, and each thrust hit parts that felt like they were untouched.

“Oh my…”