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“Shit. Listen. I’ma call you back in thirty minutes. Make sure you pick up.”
“You can pack your shit and get out, Isaiah. Go stay with that bitch. What the fuck you need to call—”
The line goes dead, cuttin’ off the rest of LaQuandra’s rantin’. I don’t know why these dumb bitches put their niggahs out, knowin’ they’re gonna let ’em right back in. All that dumb shit does is push his ass in between another bitch’s legs, temporarily at the very least. Like mine! I get outta bed, smilin’.
An hour later, my phone pings. I reach over and grab it off the nightstand. There’s a new text. IM OUTSIDE
I text back, tell him to come around to the patio door. I creep out of my bedroom in a red lace bra and matchin’ thong set and a pair of seven-inch black peep-toe fuck-me pumps with the red pencil heel. I slide open the glass door. Isaiah slips in and follows me back to my bedroom, sayin’ nothin’. I can feel the heat of his stare on my ass and hips as they sway. He’s pissed. At LaQuandra for givin’ him grief. At me for bein’ the cause of it. He will take his anger out on my pussy and my ass. He will piston-fuck me ’til he’s released all of his rage.
My pussy spasms at the thought.
As soon as we’re behind the closed bedroom door, he strips outta his clothes. His dick springs upward, already hard and ready. He’s thought about how he’s gonna beat this pussy and ass up on his way over here.
I drop down in front of him. There’s no need for small talk. The message is clear: He came to fuck. I want to be fucked. I kiss the tip of his dick, flick my tongue over it, then take him into my mouth. No hands. I swallow him, cuppin’ his heavy balls in one hand, then slidin’ my other hand over his muscular ass, squeezin’ his ass, then pullin’ him deeper into my mouth. He thrusts his thick dick down into my throat. He is face-fuckin’ me for his own pleasure. I am the stress reliever he needs for the night.
I flutter my eyes upward. He has his head back, his eyes closed and hands up on his hips. He grunts. “Fuck, Cass . . . damn, baby . . . oh shit . . . I wanna get up in that fat ass, baby . . . ”
I grab him by the ass. It’s smooth and muscled with a trail of hair along the center of his asscheeks. I pull him in deeper, squeezin’ his ass. Ooh, his dick tastes good. His cock hairs tickle my nose.
“Yeah, suck that dick,” he hisses, pumpin’ his dingaling in and outta my mouth. “I’m sick of you fuckin’ bitches stressin’ me the fuck out . . . yeah, eat that nut outta my dick . . . fuck, Cass . . . aaah, fuck . . . ”
I am makin’ gulpin’ ’n slurpin’, ’n poppin’ sounds with my mouth. I know that LaQuandra bitch ain’t handlin’ his dick right. She ain’t keepin’ him happy, or this thick, curved dingaling wet. He moans. Palms the back of my head and skull-fucks me. Spit is gushin’ outta my mouth and runnin’ down my chin and onto my titties as his dingaling stabs up the back of my throat. I neck him down ’til his left knee starts to shake, then pull his dick from outta my throat.
I lightly rake my teeth over the head of his throbbin’ dick, then swirl my tongue over it one last time before climbin’ up on the bed, lyin’ on my back, then loopin’ my arms under my legs and pullin’ them back. I pull my thong over to the side, exposin’ my wet pussy and asshole. “Come eat my pussy, then fuck me in this ass, niggah.”
He walks over to me, his thick dingdong in his hand, and grabs my asscheeks, then squeezes. My asshole ’n pussy clench in anticipation. Outta all my baby daddies, Isaiah’s the one who knows my body the best. He knows when and where and how to give me the dick ’n tongue without me havin’ to tell his ass. And the niggah serves me well. He’s the one I woulda married—not that I ever really wanted to be hitched to some niggah forever. But if I did, Isaiah is the one I woulda said yes to if he hadn’t already been married to that horse-faced bitch, LaQuandra, with her flat-assed self. The bitch better be lucky I ain’t tryna have no more kids, otherwise I’d be givin’ this niggah another baby tonight; just to spite that childless bitch.
I feel like textin’ the bitch and tellin’ her to come watch me fuck my baby daddy real good. She betta be glad I ain’t a messy bitch ’cause I’d do it for sure.
Isaiah reaches for my right titty and starts pinchin’ my inch-long nipple while suckin’ on my clit and usin’ his free hand to slide two, then three, fingers into my pussy.
Yesssss, goddammit!
He slurps ’n moans, and says, “Aaah fuck, Cass . . . your pussy tastes . . . so good.”
I buck my hips, offer up all of it to his tongue, his fingers, his mouth. “Get it. Get it . . . ooh, yessss . . . get all up in it, niggah. Do me right, goddammit . . . ”
I fuck his face as he works a nut outta me. He won’t stop ’til I am coatin’ his tongue with my creamy goodness. He rapidly flaps his tongue over my clit, then stabs my slit with it. He twirls his tongue in, feelin’ around the loose heat. “Yeah, you nasty mother-fucka . . . get all that cream . . . lick it out, niggah . . . uh, uh, uh . . .
He knows what I want next. One finger, then two, then three, knuckles deep in my ass. He loves fuckin’ me in my ass as much as I love bein’ fucked in it. He understands, he appreciates, what havin’ a hard-dick stuffed inside of
it does to me. He’s experienced, firsthand, how much pussy juice I shoot when my asshole is bein’ stroked just so. He knows how I nut outta my ass when it’s bein’ fucked deep.
He plunges his fingers in and outta it, suckin’ my clit, lickin’ my pussy. His hot tongue is long and firm and when he rolls it just so it feels like a finger. It feels so goddamn good slidin’ in and outta my pussy. Oooh, yes, goddammit! He knows I am ready to feed him when I grab his head and wrap my legs around his neck. My body shakes as I pump my hips into his face and start skeetin’ in his mouth.
“Yessss, goddammit . . . gulp up that sweet potato pie . . . ”
He laps my pussy, darts his tongue in, then licks my asshole, causin’ my pussy to shake. “Mmmmph . . . do me right, niggah . . . yesssss . . . ”
He growls. “You ready for this dick, bitch?”
I moan, then rapidly start bouncin’ ’n shakin’ ’n clappin’ my ass. He slaps me on it. And I moan again, workin’ my clit with my fingers.
“Yeah, ya slutty-ass ready for all this hard black dick . . . get on ya fuckin’ knees. I’ma fuck you in that big, fluffy ass . . . ”
I roll over onto my stomach, then lift up on all fours, beautiful ass hoisted and ready. He reaches for the lube on the nightstand, opens the bottle, pours it between my cheeks, then uses his thumb to rub the bud of my asshole, before pressin’ it in, teasin’ me.
I wind my hips, glancin’ over my right shoulder. “Give me the dingaling, goddammit. Feed this booty, niggah . . . ”
