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“I thought you wanted another drink.”
“Fuck a drink,” I say, squeezing him over his pants. “I want dick. I’ll drink you instead.”
He laughs. “A woman who knows what she wants. I like. And there’s a lot of me to drink, baby. Believe that. But, uh...I can’t get up just yet.” He looks down in his lap. “You’ve awakened The Beast. And he’s hungry.” I laugh, removing my hand. “Give me a minute to put him back to sleep.”
“You go on and put him back to sleep. But, be clear. Tonight he’s gonna get fed like he’s never been fed before.” I get up and toss a fifty down on the table. “Meet me outside when you get him calmed down.”
Passion
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Oooh, I’ma about to get me some Egyptian ding-a-ling. And I’ma fuck him straight back to the Motherland. I laugh to myself, thinking about Angel’s summation of the types of men there are. I wonder which type he is, then decide it doesn’t really matter. If he’s a lazy dick nigg
a, it’s fine by me. I have no problem getting on top and doing all the work. After all, I propositioned him. Then again, I think, glancing up at the sky. I stretch out my arms up over my head. Please let this man be a good fuck.
Persia and Paris would have a field day with this fine-ass man, I muse, watching as he struts out of the restaurant walking toward me. But, tonight, he’s mine—all six-feet-five inches of him. I don’t care where we go. I just want to fuck. I glance at my watch, taking in his in his stride—cool and confident. For some reason, Emerson pops into my head. I blink the image away, bringing this Egyptian prince into view.
“Take me somewhere cheesy and fuck me good,” I tell him as he walks up on me. I’m parked on the street, but he’s parked over in the parking lot not too far from here. I pull him into me. He leans down and offers me his lips. We kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth, my tongue twirls around his, and I feel my juices slowly seeping out of me. After several more tongue-probing seconds, I push back from him. Tell him sluts don’t kiss.
He grins. “Oh, right-right. So, tell me. What does a slut do?”
I look up and down the street, taking him by the hand and pulling him to the side of the building. “They suck dick outside,” I tell him as I drop down, reaching for his zipper. I unzip his pants, then fish out The Beast. It has already begun to thicken. I kiss the tip, then swirl my tongue around and over it before placing it into the warmth of my mouth. I lather it with spit, then suck it to its full capacity. Suck him until he’s teetering on the edge of an orgasm. I look up at him. Tell him to talk dirty to me.
“Oh, shit...damn...” He takes his big hands, holds the sides of my head like a basketball, then thrusts his cock in and out of my mouth. “Yeah, swallow that dick; slutty bitch...oh, fuck...” The harder he pushes, the deeper I swallow. Sucking his dick outside in pitch darkness on the side of a building has my insides overheating. Loud gurgling sounds emit from the back of my throat. Saliva splashes from out of my mouth, drips down to my chin where it clings, then drops to the ground. “Motherfuck...mmmmph...oh, shit...ya slutty throat is so fucking good. Damn, baby...you a good dick-sucking bitch...” I respond with a moan, gulping him in. “Aaaah shit...I’m gettin’ ready to cum...”
In my head, I’m thinking, well, damn. I just started sucking ya shit five minutes ago and you already bucking ’n shouting about you nutting. “Yeah, that’s it baby. Make that big dick skeet...give me that sweet cream, boo.”
It doesn’t take long—four minutes, to be exact—for him to announce that he’s ready to nut. I grab his balls and gently tug at them, causing him to jerk. “Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck...aaaah... aaaah...shiiiiiiit...”
I stand up, licking my lips as I dig inside my purse for my wipes. I hope nutting like that isn’t this nigga’s M.O. I hand him a packet, then open one for myself. “I hope you don’t think this party’s over,” I say, grabbing him by his sticky dick. I gently yank it.
He smiles. “I damn sure hope not. I’m just getting started.”
“Good. ’Cause I have two more holes to be filled.” I strut off, heading back to my car with him following behind me.
Fifteen minutes later, we are holed up in a cheap, smutty, rundown motel in downtown Paterson. The room is small. It’s scent stale. The smell of smoke and sweaty fucking lingers in the air, clings to the walls. Perfect for a night of hot, slutty fucking!
As soon as we’re in the room, we’re clawing at one another, practically ripping each other’s clothes off. By the time he kicks off his shoes, I’ve already taken his cock into my mouth, sucking him for the second time. I work my way up and down on it. Bob my head back and forth, fingering my pussy in sync to sucking him. I pull his dick out of my mouth, spitting all over it, then jerking it while sucking on his balls before taking him back into my throat. His hands are running through my hair. Without even knowing him, I know enough to know he is about to cum again. Oooh, this nigga nuts quick, I think, gazing up at him with my big brown eyes. All of this dick and the nigga can’t hold his nut. I work his shaft with my hands as I bob my head back and forth. Slurp, gulp, slurp...slurp, gulp, slurp...All I know is if this motherfucker can’t get it up again I’ma be hot!
He lets out a moan. “Ohhh shit, ohhh shit...hol’up, hol’up... you about to make me nut, baby...I don’t wanna cum, yet...” He takes hold of my hair and gently pulls me off of him. “You have me so motherfuckin’ horny...I wanna eat that fat ass...”
“Oooooh, I want your tongue all in it. Then I want you to eat my sweet, black slutty pussy. You wanna eat my wet pussy?”
“Yeah, baby...”
“You want me to be your slutty whore tonight?”
“Yeah, baby,” he says, bending me over, then dropping down on his knees. “I wanna taste all of you. Ya ass, ya pussy...” He pulls open my ass and buries his face in it, gliding his tongue along my crack, then over my hole.
“Mmmm...aaah, yes...you like how that slutty ass tastes?”
He moans, nodding his head as his tongue caresses its opening, then wiggles its way inside. I moan. Tell him to spit in my ass. He does. And this only makes me hornier. I tell him to bite it. Slap it. He does. I crane my neck, look at him. “Ooooh, yessssss, you wanna fuck me deep in my slutty ass?”
He tells me he does. Tells me he wants to fuck me all night. Nigga, please. Not if you’re gonna be nutting all quick and shit. I tell him to put on a condom. Tell him my ass is aching for his cock.
“I don’t have any on me,” he says, grinding himself into my ass. The furnace in my pussy goes down by ten degrees. Oh no the hell this nigga doesn’t think he’s about to go in me raw, I think, shifting my ass away from his cock. I tell him where he can find one inside my bag. Now what if I really was a slut? I shake the looming notion that he’d still fuck me out of my head, concentrating on feeling his wrapped dick in me.
I’m so wet and slick and ready when he finally finds the condom and rolls it on. He positions himself behind me, pulling open my ass. “I want you to fuck my pussy, first,” I tell him, arching my back and reaching up underneath me. I take his dick in my hand and guide him to my slippery opening. The head of his dick enters me and I lift my hips up to greet him. “Oh, yes...slam that big cock in me.”
