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“That’s right…Mmm…yeah, baby…that ass’s openin’ up.”
He pushed further.
“Oh, yes…uh…damn, nigga.”
“Come on, baby, take daddy’s big dick.”
He pushed farther.
“Uh…”
“It’s almost there, baby…” He pushed further. “Yeah, just like that…come on…open that sweet ass up for me.”
A bitch was startin’ to shake. He only had half his dick in. And it was hurtin’ and startin’ to burn, but feelin’ oh so fuckin’ good at the same time. It was delicious pain. The kinda pain that shot through my back, crashed up into my stomach, then exploded onto my clit. And by the time he finally got e’ery inch of his nine in me, I had already nutted twice. I arched my back, then buried my face down into the mattress and bit down on the sheets as he grabbed my titties and pulled at my nipples until he had me floatin’. The pressure and heat from this nigga’s dick up in my ass had my pussy drippin’. A bitch was on fire!
“Yeah, that’s it…it’s all in now,” he moaned, gettin’ into a nice, deep groove. Once I loosened up and got comfortable with his dick inside me, I started pumpin’ and windin’ and slammin’ my hips back. “Yeah, you like that dick, don’t you? That’s right, baby, fuck daddy’s dick…” The muhfucka pumped the hell outta my ass, stretchin’ my hole beyond capacity. And I was backin’ it up on him, bouncin’ and shakin’ my ass. “Oh shit, girl…that’s it…throw that ass up on this dick…yeah, baby…uh, shit…”
“Aaah…uh…mmm…damn, nigga…uh, I’m cummin’…” I moaned. The nigga had my insides rumblin’. It felt like my uterus was shakin’. “Uh…oooooh…” I was gettin’ ready to explode from my asshole to my pussy.
“Damn, baby…ya ass is so tight,” he said, grindin’ deep inside my ass, then grabbin’ me by the hips and long strokin’ it. “Aaah, shit! Oh, fuck! This ass is so damn hot and wet. Aaah, fuck! This big dick got you nuttin’ out ya ass? That’s right, baby…cum all over daddy’s dick…”
And together, we moaned, groaned, screamed, and nutted ’til we both passed out sticky, sweaty, and exhausted.
I’m not sure how long we slept, but when I finally opened my eyes, Grant was spoonin’ behind me, slidin’ his dick back up in my still wet and well-fucked pussy. I swear the nigga was tryna fuck me to death. And this went on from the time the sun went down ’til the sun came up the followin’ mornin’.
Eight a.m. the next mornin’, the smell of all-night fuckin’ was still in the air, and a bitch was still floatin’—and sore—from the dick Grant served me. I can’t front, the nigga felt good inside of me, and when he asked if he could hit this pussy raw, I almost caved in and let him. Real talk, I wanted to feel how good the dick woulda been skin to skin. But I ain’t no weak bitch so I told his ass no. Ain’t no way I was gonna play myself, knowin’ the nigga ain’t mine. When his cell kept goin’ off, it was what a bitch needed to remind her ass that the nigga’s fuckin’ two other bitches on the regular. Yeah, the dick was right. And, yeah, a bitch wanted to feel his nut up in her. But ain’t that much good dick in the world to have me playin’ Russian roulette with my fuckin’ life, feel me?
As much as I enjoyed havin’ a stiff dick up in me, and a nigga layin’ next to me in bed, the reality of him not bein’ my man was as bright as the fuckin’ sun that was startin’ to shine through my blinds. Though there was somethin’ ’bout the nigga’s style I was really diggin’, I wasn’t beat to be sharin’ a nigga and his dick with another bitch. And I definitely wasn’t down with no Casanova-type nigga who was givin’ the dick to a slew of bitches.
Grant was still sleep, snorin’. Well…actually, it sounded more like purrin’, and rightfully so after the balls-deep dick suckin’ I put on his ass last night, then again early this mornin’. Had the nigga’s whole body shakin’ as he twisted up his face and moaned and begged, tryna get me up offa his shit ’cause he wasn’t ready to spit.
The nigga’s phone started goin’ off again. He was either in a deep coma or was layin’ there iggin’ it. I shook his ass. “You need to answer ya shit, or turn it off,” I said.
He grunted, stretchin’ and rollin’ over. “What time is it?” he asked, pickin’ his phone up off the nightstand, glancin’ at the time, then checkin’ the caller ID. “I ain’t beat,” he said, turnin’ it off.
I smirked. “Somebody is really tryna get at ya ass. Don’t you think you should listen to ya messages?”
“Nah, they can wait,” he responded, gettin’ outta bed. He stretched again. His dick was thick and heavy, stickin’ out like a bat. A bitch’s mouth started droolin’. He walked into the bathroom, leavin’ the door open. I heard the stream of heavy piss hittin’ the water, then the water from the faucet. He walked back into the room. I frowned my face. “What?” he asked, lookin’ all stupid ’n shit.
“Nigga, flush my toilet. That’s what.”
He sucked his teeth. “Oh, here you go.” But he took his ass back up in there and flushed it.
“And I hope you put my lid down,” I said. He came back into the room, then slid back into bed, pullin’ me into him.
“I want some more of that good pussy,” he said, runnin’ his hand over my titties, squeezin’ my nipples, then runnin’ his hands up and down my leg. He started searchin’ for my pussy, but I clamped my legs shut and pumped his brakes.
“Let’s be clear on some things,” I said, facin’ him eye-to-eye. “This pussy is not at ya disposal—whenever, however, or wherever you want it. We fucked all through the night and through the wee hours of the mornin’, and it was all good—”
“But,” he said, pressin’ his body up against me. He kissed me on the lips, then sucked on my lips.
“I’m tryna talk to you,” I said, turnin’ my face.
“I’m listenin’,” he said, squeezin’ my ass and kissin’ me on my neck. The heat from his breath made my skin tingle. He started grindin’ his hard dick into me.
“I’m serious, nigga.”
His hand slid between my legs. His fingas played with my clit. “I’m serious, too. Go ’head, tell me what you want, baby.”
