Page 7 of Between the Sheets

Precum trickles out of my piss slit.

She licks her lips. A hint of mischief sparkles in her eyes.

I know the game she wants to play oh so fucking well. “Look. But Don’t Touch. Don’t Taste.” She’s paying me back for last night’s ep. As much as she loves this tongue in her, she loves this dick more. But all I did when I got in from the station last night is fuck her slit with the head. She begged for more. Clamped her legs around my waist and tried to fuck more dick into her wet-wet. But I fought the urge, knowing that I held her—and her pussy—in my power without ever having to slide an inch of this dick inside her. So I tip-fucked her nice ‘n’ slow, letting the mouth of her pussy suck the head of my dick. Word is bond, I love it when her pussy muscles tighten around my head and milks the nut out of it. It feels like she’s suckling on my shit.

But now, I am suffering. Waiting. Begging.

I glance at the time. It’s already quarter to seven in the morning. All I want is some easy pussy before I head into the office. But, nah, Marika’s in the mood to play games. She’s gonna make me work for it.

“It’s getting late,” she says teasingly. “You might wanna hurry up and give me what I want, so you can get”—she takes her hands and pulls open her pussy lips—“this. This is what you want, isn’t it?”

“C’mon, baby,” I practically whine, taking another step toward her. “Let me get some of that pussy.”

Her hand goes up to stop me. “Not until you dance for me.”

Legs closed. She slides her fingers into her mouth, teasing me with her tongue swirling through each finger.

I squeeze the head of my swollen dick. “You see all this hard dick, baby? You got my shit leakin’.”

A wicked smile plays across her painted lips. “And you see all this wet pussy, don’t you? You’re not getting any until…”

“I know, I know. I dance for you.” I smirk, shaking my head. It’s all a part of the game. Me pretending not to wanna dance, her pretending not to want me to have the pussy.

In the end, she knows, I know, we’re both going to get what we want.

I tug at my dick.

Marika bites into her bottom lip. Lets out a soft moan. Then darts her tongue out over her top lip. “C’mon, Marcel, baby,” she coos. Her right hand cupping her left breast, then pinching her nipple. Her left hand moving methodically over the bare mound of her pussy. “Dance for me.” Her fingers get lost into her slit. The sweet sound of her wet pussy being fucked by her fingers starts to drive me over the edge.

I finally give my baby what she wants. I switch on one of the CD players—the one with a hundred-disc carousel, loaded with every kinda R&B slow jam to sexy and freaky joints from Trina to New Birth, Floetry, Jill Scott, Janet Jackson, Marvin Gaye, Force MD’s. SADE, Kem, Keith Sweat, Pleasure P, Prince, Lakeside, Jodeci, Usher, The Dramatics, Janet Jackson, Marsha Ambrosius, Silk, Tank, Atlantic Starr, Plies, J. Holiday, Beyoncé, Teddy Pendergrass, R. Kelly, Ginuwine, Trey Songz, Maxwell, SWV, Dwele, Raheem DeVaughn, Pretty Ricky, and many others, then set it for RANDOM play.

There’s something real intoxicating about fucking and making love to music, yet not knowing what will play next heightens the experience. You can go from slow, deep lovemaking to hardcore pussy pounding. But, uh, dancing for Marika to shit that only a chick should be dancing to for her man, is not my thing. But it’s what turns her on. And, like I said, what my baby wants, my baby gets. But I’m not gonna front. I’m silently praying that the track gods only play shit by the bruhs.

Marika grins as Plies’ “Get You Wet” floats through the system. I reach for the fly of my boxers, then in one swift motion, tear open my drawz, exposing a trimmed bush of thick, curly pubic hair. I reach down and pull my dick out, let it hang over the torn cotton.

By the time Usher’s “Seduction” starts playing, I’m stroking my dick into a thick, long erection. Marika moans, groans, grunts, when I lean forward, extend my tongue out and lick around the head of my own dick, lapping at my sticky precum. I cup my balls.

“Ooooh, yesss…” Marika says in almost a whisper. “Lick that big dick, daddy. Suck it for me.”

I look up and wink at her, then flick my tongue over it several more times before standing upright and thrusting my hips at her. She moans, winding her ass into the mattress.

“Mmmm…you’re so fucking sexy…you got my pussy coming, baby…”

“Yeah, finger-fuck that wet cunt…”

The music throbs around us.

A smile toys at the corners of my mouth as I slowly stalk toward my baby while Trey Songz sings about getting on top. I swing my hips. Dip at the knees. Marika licks her lips as she takes in my body. Dark-chocolate skin sliding over thick muscles. Her fingers match my own strokes as the head of my dick slides in and out of the palm of my hand.

She can’t keep the smile from creeping across her face when Beyoncé starts singing about how much she wants to show her man how much she appreciates him. I silently groan. She laughs.

“Oh, aiight, aiight. You think this shit’s funny, huh?” I dip at the knees and thrust my hips, lifting my arms up over my head as “Dance for You” plays. The only thing on my mind is easing this dick into her pussy and getting deep inside her. I bunch every muscle in my sleek torso, gliding my hand down the length of my dick.

I move in, closer. Closer, closer, my long fingers caressing my balls with one hand, while my other hand moves faster and faster in short strokes from the top to the bottom of my swollen head, then rhythmically slides into long, deep strokes from the base of my dick, then up, over, and around my head. Long and deep and slow, then fast and short. Stroke for stroke, my knees dipping every so often.

“Yeah, baby,” I groan as R. Kelly’s “Cookie” pulses through the speakers. I have my dick practically in her face now. Her tongue slides out of her mouth. Her head leans in. Yeah, she wanna taste this dick now.

“Nah, you can’t have none,” I tease, yanking it away from her open mouth while leaning into her, reaching for her wet pussy. I smack it. Pinch her clit. “Yeah, look at that pussy. All wet ‘n’ juicy.” I slip a finger in. Skim her inner walls with a swirl. She lets out a soft moan, reaching for my dick. I push her hand away. Press my lips into hers. Slide my tongue into her mouth as Trey Songz sings about being a panty wetter.

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