Page 53 of Dirty Heat


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Goddamn me!

“Aaah, shit. Goddamn, this mouth feels good. But I’m tryna fuck. Let me get in that pussy.”

I grunt. Grab his balls. And keep sucking. My only mission is to get him to nut, to coat my throat and tongue with his milk, then get me the hell to the airport. Pronto.

But, of course, this motherfucking man has other plans. Ones that include hiking up my skirt, yanking my panties to the side, messing up my hair, and gutting my pussy from the front, the back, and any other way he damn well pleases.

He pulls me up from off my knees, and spins me around, manhandles me the way he used to, when we used to fuck morning, noon, and night.

Roosevelt’s dominance is a delicious treat, but I still can’t help wondering what’s gotten into him. Why now?

Why all the sudden aggression?

And hungry need?

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he thought I had intentions of letting someone else gut this pussy. But I’ve never given him any reason to think such, so I quickly shake that ridiculous notion from my head. I know I treat my man right. And makes sure he’s handled right. Every night. I’m not like some of them silly bitches out there. I take care of my man. Pussy and a hot meal every night when he steps through the door are two things my man’s never denied.

I don’t give a damn how pissed I am. He gets fed and fucked. Then, when the urge hits, when the need becomes too overwhelming, I go out and do me.

“Bend that motherfucking sexy ass over, baby,” Roosevelt says, smacking my ass, making it shake. “Let me plunge this dick into that fat-ass pussy.”

Before I can plant the palm of my hands down on the dresser good to brace myself, my skirt is already up over my hips, and Roosevelt is yanking my panties to the side, pressing the tip of his dick up against the mouth of my pussy.

He pulls open my cheeks, lunges forward and sinks his dick in in one deep thrust. I cry out. Cuss him under my breath for taking my pussy, for being so big. For making me feel so goddamn guilty for wanting more.

I start moaning like a wild animal. “Fuck me, goddammit! Yes, yes, yes. Big-dick bastard! Oooh, give me that big dick, baby. Ooh, ooh, ooh…”

Roosevelt slams into me, his dick stretching and grazing and knocking the bottom of my pussy.

My knees buckle. My arms stretch out and grip the edges of the dresser, slamming my ass back onto him. “Harder, baby, harder…Lord, God, yes…yes, yes…!”

I drag my nails over the dresser. Arch into the heat.

Roosevelt grunts. “You giving my pussy out to some other motherfucker, huh?”

Bam, bam, bam…

He pounds away.

“Lord, God, no, no no…uh, ooh…yes…”

Smack!

His hand cracks across my ass again, harder. “Yes, what? You riding some other nigga’s dick?”

Bam, bam, bam…

I break out in a sweat as fire roars through me. Roosevelt is fucking into wet flames. He’s fucking me as if he knows my dirty secret.

Yes, God, yes. Fuck the sin out of me!

Oooh, the dick is soooo motherfucking good.

With each rapid thrust, Roosevelt pulls the length of his dick all the way out, then slams back in, causing hot air to seep out. My pussy starts making wet sucking sounds.

“Yes, baby, make my pussy fart, baby…yes, yes, yes…”

Roosevelt grunts. “You letting some other motherfucker hit this shit…?”

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