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“So you want a live-in backwasher?” I tease. He grins as I take his dick into my soapy hands and stroke it.
“Mmm, nah…I want more than that.”
“What, a cockwasher?” I say, pulling in my lip as I continue stroking his dick while sudsing up his balls. I feel the heat escaping from between my legs. “Ooooh, I love how this big, beautiful dick feels in my hand.”
He moans. “Damn, girl, you gonna fuck around and have me late for work.”
I grin, looking up at him. I use my hand to milk the head of his dick. He dips at the knees. “You want me to stop?”
“Uhh, hell, no. Aaah, shit, that feels good…” I stroke him in slow motion. Reach between his legs; massage his balls. Jerk him until he nuts in my hand. “Now, it’s my turn,” he says, kissing me on the lips. He kneads my breasts, kisses my neck. “You feel so good, baby.” He slips his hand between my thighs, pinches my clit.
I let out a moan as he brings me to the edge of an orgasm. He slips his fingers into my pussy. Hooks his arm up under my left leg and lifts it up. His two fingers are working my slit so good, they curve upward as his thumb presses on my clit.
He brings his lips to mine; kisses me passionately. I’m feeling things for this man I haven’t felt for any other man. He pulls his fingers out of me, puts them into his mouth.
“You taste so good, baby.” I’m pressed up against the tile. He drops to his knees, takes my pussy into his mouth and makes love to it with his tongue. I close my eyes. Get lost in the moment. He presses a finger on my asshole, then pushes it in.
“Ohhhh, yes…oh, shit…ooooh, your tongue feels so good…”
I give in to the sensations, give into my feelings, and come into the mouth of the man I’ve fallen for.
Persia
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
YO, WATS GOOD? U FEEL LIKE CHILLIN 2NITE?
I FEEL LIKE SUKIN SUM DICK, I text back.
WORD? WAT ELSE U WANNA DO?
SWALLOW UR CREAM & FEED U MY PUSSY
DAMN, WAT X U WANNA MEET UP?
N 30-40 MINS, I text back, glancing over at Paris lying across the sofa, surfing the Internet. She looks over at me, then shifts her attention back to her laptop screen. For a fleeting moment, there’s a wave of guilt that washes over me, but quickly ebbs as Mystery Man sends me another text telling me how much he can’t wait to feel this pussy wrapped around his hard dick. I’ve fucked him four more times since that night down at the boutique. Each time, late at night when Paris is here back at home, moping around looking like she’s lost her best friend. She couldn’t have possibly been that into him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have let him slip through her fingers so easily. He would have her number, and be texting her instead of me for a night of hot, sweaty fucking. There’s another text from him, wanting to know if we’re meeting at our usual spot. I text back, tell him yes.
“Girl,” I say, walking over and sitting on the arm of the sofa. “Why don’t you get out and get some fresh air? For a while there you were out almost every night; what happened?”
She looks up at me. “Nothing happened. Just don’t feel like going anywhere. Plus, I really haven’t been feeling good.” I ask her what’s wrong. She tells me she feels drained, like she doesn’t have any energy. That she’s having trouble sleeping.
Mmmph, my God, she can’t be depressed over some nigga she hardly knew. I touch her forehead. “Well, you don’t feel like you have a fever so that’s a good thing. Maybe you should try to get in to see the doctor so she can give you something to help you sleep.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Actually, I already made an appointment.”
“Good,” I say, glancing at my watch. It’s almost ten-thirty. And I need to hurry up and jump in the shower, then head over to the boutique to meet Mystery Man. I stand up. “Well, I hope you feel better.”
“Thanks. I hope so, too. Where are you off to?”
How’d she know I was going somewhere? Is it obvious? Did she overhear me saying something? I feel myself getting paranoid. “Oh, what made you think I was going somewhere?”
“Well, I saw you glancing at your watch, then quickly jump up, so I figured you had somewhere to be, or someone to do.”
I push out a nervous chuckle. “Girl, I wish. I need to run out to the store real quick, but that’s about it.”
“Oh, what store?” I quickly tell her Pathmark without giving it much thought. She wants to know which one, glancing at her watch. I tell her the one in South Orange. She eyes me. “Not tonight, you’re not.”
I frown, giving her a confused look. “Why you say that?”
