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My breath catches in my throat as I turn to face her. The moment of truth has presented itself. “No, not that I can recall,” I state evenly, keeping my gaze on hers. “I would’ve told you if there had been. Why? I thought you asked me this already.”
She tilts her head, staring at me. “No reason; just checking.”
“Oh, okay. Well, I better get going,” I say, quickly turning around and walking toward the door. I’m sorry, Sis, I think, opening the door, then shutting it behind me. I hop in my car, catching my reflection in the rearview mirror. I hope you’ll forgive me.
Pain
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Forty minutes later, he’s spread eagle in the middle of his bed, finger-fucking my pussy while I lick around his balls and stroke his dick. Before he starts calling me baby and other mushy shit, I remind him how I want it: Slutty. Tell him I want it rugged, raw and rough. He grins. “I got you.”
“Call me a bitch,” I snap, yanking his balls.
He grunts, slapping my ass—hard. “Bitch…” The stinging shoots through my pussy to my clit. “Put that dick back in ya muthafuckin’ mouth.” He slaps my ass again. I feel my cream rising from the back of my pussy as I put my lips over the head of his dick, then start sucking; slowly at first, then fast and hard, sucking his pipe real greedy like. Slobbering and spitting all over it. Damn, his dick tastes so good. “Yeah, suck that shit,” he urges. “There’s nothin’ like a wet, sloppy dick suck wit’ a buncha spit. That’s how the fuck a slutty bitch is ’posed to suck a dick.” He thrusts his hips upward. “Suck the shit harder.” I rapidly bob my head up and down. Moan and groan. I smack and spit and gobble up his dick until my nose is mashed into his groin. The harder I slurp, the wetter my pussy gets. He stirs my insides with two fingers, twisting and plunging until my juices drip all over his hand. “Oh, shit. Wet-ass pussy. You a real greedy dick suckin’ freak, ain’t you? You ready to catch this nut?”
“Mmmm,” I moan, nodding my head. “MmmhmmMmmmhmmmm…”
He grabs me by the back of the neck. “Go all the way down on it.” I gag. “Don’t you throw up on my shit…” He slaps my ass again. I moan. “Take ya time, baby.” What the fuck is he calling me that baby shit for? He and Paris deserve each other, with all this mushy shit! “Breathe through ya nose…” I stifle a giggle as my throat relaxes. Pretending to struggle with sucking his fat dick only intensifies my horniness. Little does he know, sucking a dick under eight inches is a breeze. I feign a gag, then swallow until I have him all the way down in my throat. “Yeah, that’s it…oh, fuck… throat that shit…” I swallow; breathe through my nose. Gulp him down balls deep. Swallow again, then start bobbing my head, giving him the throat the way he wants it—tight and wet.
In one swift motion, I’m sucking his dick and shifting my body into the sixty-nine position, lowering my pussy down on his face. He inhales my scent. The sweet muskiness seems to make his dick harder. He licks and darts his tongue in and out of me. I’m moaning. He’s moaning. I rock and roll my body, grind my pussy down on his face. Ohhhhhgod, this nigga eats pussy good, I think, coming in his mouth. He licks my cream from around my swollen lips. Tells me to come up off of his dick and kiss him. I shift my body around and kiss him, sucking the rest of my sticky juice off of his lips and tongue.
I grind on his cock, smear my wet pussy all over the head. “I want you to fuck me,” I whisper into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. “I wanna feel this fat dick in me…”
“Not until you finish suckin’ it,” he tells me, pinching my nipples. An inferno erupts in me, causing a wildfire to spread through me. I grind harder on his big mushroom head, causing my juices to shoot out of my pussy and coat his dick. “Now suck my dick,” he says, pushing me down toward it. “I’m ready to bust this nut in your mouth.” I inch my way down his body, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest to his navel. I slip two fingers into my creamy snatch. Lock my lips around the head of his dick, grab it at the base, then rapidly stroke it. “Aaaah, yeah…aaaah… aaaah…uhhh…here it comes,” he says in between grunts and moans. “Caaaaatch it…baby.”
His nut pumps into my mouth, shoots to the back of my throat, filling me up with a mouthful of warm dick milk. “Yeah, baby… aaah fuck…eat that nut up.”
I stick out my tongue, show him my coated tongue, then roll my tongue back and swallow. He smiles, watching me guzzle and gulp it all down, like the greedy lil’ whore I am.
“Yo, ma, on some real shit,” he says, watching me climb out of his bed. I still don’t know what the hell his name is after all the sucking and fucking we’ve done. But, now that I’m finally at his apartment, I’m hoping to stumble across something that has his name on it. I stretch. I’ve been laid up with him for almost four hours. He’s fucked me three times, once in my pussy; twice in my ass. Both holes still throb. “What’s really good wit’ you?”
I tilt my head. “What do you mean?” I ask, feigning innocence.
“I’m sayin’…what’s up wit’ you always wantin’ a muhfucka to call you bitches ’n shit and treat you all smutty?”
’Cause I am. I shrug. “It’s only role-play.”
“Yo, I can dig it. But, I’m kinda missin’ that sweet, sexy shit we had goin’ on when we first started kickin’ it. You had a muhfucka wantin’ to make love to you; not fuck you like you some bird ’n shit. It’s like you flipped a switch on a muhfucka, and now all you wanna do is get it in on some aggressive-type shit. The first few times, it was all good and shit. So don’t get it fucked up. I dig gettin’ it in rough ’n shit, too. But, I ain’t wit’ it all the time. That’s not my thing. Sometimes I wanna make love to whoever I’m vibin’ wit’. Call you my baby ’n shit, feel me? I’m not wit’ callin’ a shorty I’m feelin’ a buncha bitches ’n shit when we in the sheets—all the time. Feel me? That shit’s for them smutty broads.”
I shift my weight from one foot to the other. Sweep my bang across my forehead. “You’re feeling me?”
No, bitch, he’s feeling Paris.
He shakes his head. “Yo, do you even have to ask?”
Paris’s face appears. I try to blink it away. She’s scowling at me. “You fucking bitch!” I hear her screaming in my head. “You no-good, backstabbing, man-stealing, sneaky-ass bitch! I hate you!”
I feel a headache coming on. I really like this man. And I don’t want to keep misleading him. But tell
ing him the truth will make matters worse. Shit! I can’t do this with him. I have to bow out of this mess gracefully. End this shit with him before he gets too caught up. Before he starts thinking about me all the time. Before he becomes consumed with wanting, needing, me all the time, I have to stop this now—before he ends up falling deeper into my web of lies. All this I know, but not today. I walk back over to the bed, lean over and kiss him softly on the lips. He grins. “Yo, what’s that for?”
“For being you,” I say, kissing him again. This time I slip my tongue into his mouth. Allow myself to get lost in his mouth, then pull away. And for having good dick that’s going to be hard to let go of.
He reaches for me, pulling me on top of him. “Yo, when you gonna invite me over to ya spot so we can kick back ’n chill?”
Never, I think, pecking him on the lips. I decide to tell him that I’m in between places, temporarily staying with my sisters until I’m able to move into my own place. I tell him the minute I move in, he’ll be the first person I have over to help me christen each room.
“Aiight, that’s wassup,” he says, running his hands over my body, palming my ass. I grind on him. He kisses me, then looks me in the eyes. “Yo, I wanna make love to you.”
