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As tempting as that sounded, I shook my head. I couldn’t give Monterius’ pussy away! The nigga would fuckin’ kill me.
“No! This isn’t your pussy anymore,” I told him this time, trying to push him away, but he pulled me back to him.
“Prove it to me then. Let me touch it and see if it's wet,” he said.
When he said that, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I didn’t respond because I knew my mouth would get me in trouble. I was tipsy, and whenever I had liquor in my body, it gave me the courage to say some shit I knew I wouldn’t have said if I was sober. Choosing not to respond to him did nothing but make him grab me closer, and he sang the words to the song in my ear.
“You likin’ what you see
Everything designer, that’s on me.”
“Come home with me, beautiful. Let me mold your pussy with my dick,” he groaned.
That shit made me so wet. Well, in this case, it made me wetter. All I remember was turning around in his arms and looking into his perfect ass face. His hazel eyes were staring back at me, and raised my hand, putting it in his hair and running it through the beautiful curls on the top of his head. I wanted to be mad. I wanted to be angry. Hell, I even wanted to be bitter about the shit from the past, but looking at his face was making it hard to hold onto any ill feelings from the past. His hands were glued to my ass like he owned it.
This whole vibe had me feeling sexy, so when he leaned his head in for a kiss, I didn’t hesitate. I kissed him right back. I went from not even wanting to look at this nigga, to not wanting him touching me, to this…
“Oh, my godddd! Ohhhh, my godddd! Truthhhhhhh! Trutthhhhhh!” this nigga had me screaming, crying, and whining as he showed no mercy to me or my pussy.
We were on the top floor, in the beautiful penthouse he resided in. I was in his king-sized bed, and he was ramming that good, big dick into the back of my pussy, and I was throwing it back at him like we were lovers. We were facing the balcony, and the doors were open, so we not only had a good view of downtown Los Angeles, but the breeze coming into the room was amazing.
Five minutes ago, he had me on my back. My legs were pulled to the side of me like I was giving birth as he feasted on my pussy, licking orgasm after orgasm out of me. I didn’t think his skills could have gotten any better after the shit he did to me on prom night, but the shit this nigga was doing, I just knew I would not leave Cali tomorrow like I had planned because I would want some more.
As he gave me that good dick from the back, his big lips were on my neck, marking his territory. His hands were on my nipples, and he was tweaking them. My eyes were rolling, my mouth was wide the hell open, and I couldn’t stop crying to save my life.
“This pussy so motha fuckin’ good, Twink! Cum on that dick one more time for daddy! Wet that dick up again.” he groaned.
This nigga had been talking nasty since we were in the club, and I loved every piece of it. I loved a nigga who said the most vulgar shit out of his mouth while he was fuckin’ me. Sweat ran down my back, and my long weave was sticking to the sweat. I was breathing hard like this nigga was working me out instead of fuckin’ me. My orgasm started to build up from the bottom of my feet, and the next thing I knew, I was cumming for the I don’t even know what time because I had been cumming for him since he started fingering me in his Rolls Royce.
The second I came, Truth stood up from the bed, and I threw myself back, thinking he was done with me, but he wasn’t. He walked around the front of the bed, and I lay in awe, looking at his fine ass. His whole chest, his arms, and even a few spots on his legs were covered in ink. The condom on his dick was covered in my juices. His dick hung low, and it was so fuckin’ thick.
I watched him as he took the condom off and replaced it with a new one. Once a new one was on, he grabbed my little ass up by my arms, holding me up in his strong ones, and he kissed me as he walked with me outside.
“I ain’t letting you go back to Miami. You staying here with me,” he said once he got me on the patio. At the same time, he was easing me down on his dick.
“Ugghhhhhhhh,” I cried out with my arms wrapped around his neck.
I kissed him because I couldn’t keep moaning like that. Then, this nigga would think that he was back in good with me. Truth was such a good kisser. Yes, the kiss was nasty, but it was so passion-filled. He fed me his tongue, and I could still taste my juices on it. I eventually pulled my head away from his, and for three minutes straight, he bounced me up and down on his dick.
I got lost in those beautiful eyes, and in no time, we came simultaneously. Truth let his dick stay inside of me for about ten more seconds, and then he pulled it out and sat on one of the lounge chairs with me on his lap. It was a little cool out there, so he picked up the blanket from one of the chairs and wrapped it around us. My head was on his chest, and I was looking up at him, really just trying to piece together what the fuck just happened.
For years, Monterius would fuck around on me, and I would always tell him that I would get some get back by fuckin’ another nigga, but I knew I was just running my mouth because I knew I couldn’t go out and fuck a random nigga just to make Monterius mad. The thing is, the nigga I just fucked wasn’t somebody random. It was someone who used to have my heart before I gave it to Monterius. Old feelings I had for Truth resurfaced. I thought that once I got all the nuts out of my system, I would feel guilty, but I didn’t. If anything, I was just a little bit confused because now I didn’t know where this left things.
“You’re still so smooth. You talked me right out of my panties,” I told him, and he laughed, flashing me the most perfect smile I had ever seen.
“I ain’t talk you out of yo’ panties because you weren’t wearing any. I talked you out of that tight ass jumpsuit you had on. That shit was so fuckin’ sexy on you. I saw you the second you walked into the club. I mean, what nigga didn’t see yo’ ass in that bright ass jumpsuit? I saw you with Mia, and I automatically questioned myself about how the two of you knew each other. Then it hit me that y’all the same age, and I know she from Miami, so you probably knew her as a little girl and shit. I’m cool with her husband, Beatz. I’ve known him for a few years now. He’s good people.
“God put me in the same place with you tonight, not just so we could fuck, but because I know you supposed to be my wife. Ask anybody about me, Twink, they going to tell you that I ain’t take no w
oman serious since me and you parted ways years ago,” he voiced. His hands were on my thighs, and he massaged them as he talked.
“Mia was telling me that earlier in the club. She said something about you turning her homegirl down,” I told him.
“Yeah, her homegirl, Jaleesa. I mean, shorty fine and all that, but she ain’t you. You know I believe in God and that my faith in Him is strong. I ain’t want to take no woman seriously because it’s I knew that our time would come again. I knew about you fuckin’ around with Monterius. I know you been with him for some time now. I may have left Miami, but I still got niggas there, so I’ve always had eyes on you in a way. Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t have my niggas watching you or no shit like that, but any time one of them saw you, they would hit me up with the scoop. I knew it was only going a matter of time before that nigga broke your heart,” he told me, and I sucked my teeth.
“Well, I guess that’s one thing the two of you have in common. You keep saying that you knew me and you would end up together, but you never even tried to pursue me once you left. I’m calling bullshit on what you’re saying,” I told him.
He stretched his legs and pulled me closer to him.
