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She mushes me. “I ain’t laughing, nigga. As long as I’m fucking you, don’t bring me no extras.”
I grin. “Oh, so you think you gonna keep gettin’ this dick?” I ask, rollin’ up on top of her. I reach for a Magnum, placin’ it beside me on the bed.
“Yep,” she says, spreadin’ open her legs. I allow my tongue to travel over her invisible titties, ’cause she’s all big-ass nipples. I lightly pull ’em wit’ my teeth while fingerin’ her already wet pussy. She moans. I plant soft kisses down the center of her chest, kiss her stomach, dip my tongue into her belly button, then journey down to the triangular trimmed patch of hair, coverin’ her pussy. Now this is the fuck how a bitch’s pubic hair is ’posed to look. She has hers shaved and dyed platinum. I flick my tongue ’cross her pierced clit, then start lappin’ it. She moans louder. Tells me how good I make her feel. I cover her pussy wit’ my mouth and eat her inside out, causin’ her to buck her hips, and snap her thighs around my head. I wet my middle finger with her pussy juice, then stick it in her ass and finger fuck her hole nice ’n slow while tongue fuckin’ her pussy. She palms my head, then grinds her hips into my mouth. “I’m cumming…aaaaaah…I’m cuuuuuumming…” She squirts her nut into my mouth and I swallow her sweet sauce, lickin’ all around her clit ’n shit, while rollin’ the condom on. I pull her legs up over my head, then slid my dick in. “Aaaaaaaaaah…oh, yessssss…whatever you do, don’t ever stop fucking me…” She holds onto me, clutchin’ my dick wit’ her snapper.
I don’t bust this nut ’til she cums again. And when she finishes, I pull out, snatch off the condom and pump this dick. I watch my nut shoot all over her stomach, her titties and up under her chin. Then I flop over on the bed exhausted as fuck.
Thirty minutes later, she’s steppin’ outta the shower wit’ a white towel wrapped ’round her body. I’m lyin’ ’cross the bed, watchin’ her as she drops the towel, then starts oilin’ her body up. Admirin’ her toned body, I feel my dick startin’ to get hard again, but I try to will the shit still. Unfortunately, it has a mind of its own, so I let the shit swell up. She slips back on her pink g-string, then pulls her Juicy Couture jeans up over her curves. Them muthafuckas wrap around her plump ass like a glove. Damn, I wanna fuck this ho in that big ass, I think, puttin’ my hand up to my nose and smellin’ her ass scent on my fingertips.
“Aye, yo,” I say, gettin’ up and walkin’ over to her. I pull her into me, and start kissin’ her. “I really ’preciate you wantin’ to be here for me.” She looks up at me, stares me in the eyes.
“Alex, I told you. I got you. Whatever you need, I got you, baby.”
I bite down on my bottom lip. “My moms’ real sick, babe. And I’m stressed the hell out, for real for real. I don’t know if she’s gonna make it. And I need to get out there to see her. But money’s real tight for me, you feel me?”
“Wow,” she says, runnin’ her hand through her hair, “sorry to hear that.” She looks at me, like she done figured some shit out. “Wait a minute. I thought your mom lived in Jersey.”
“Yeah, my biological mom does, but she didn’t raise me. My grandm
other did, so she’s who I consider my moms, feel me?”
She nods. “Yeah, I feel you. So, where is she?”
“Atlanta,” I tell her.
“Is she in the hospital, or something?”
I slowly nod. “Yeah, she’s in ICU.” I pause for a minute, then hit her wit’, “In a coma.”
She gasps, holdin’ her hand up to her mouth. “OhmyGod, Alex, why didn’t you tell me this earlier. I’m so sorry, baby.”
“I ’preciate that,” I say, reachin’ for her hand. I take it in my mind, then kiss it. “My head’s been all fucked up over it. I need to get out there, but my paper ain’t right. And I can’t ask my pops to spot me ’cause he’s already carrin’ my black ass, feel me? And my moms is caught up in her own world.”
“Don’t stress ya’self, baby. I got you. How much you need?”
I look her in the eyes. “Just a little sumthin’ to get a plane ticket and have a few dollas in my pocket.”
“Done. When you tryna go?”
“ASAP,” I tell her. She thinks for a moment, walkin’ over to my leather chair in the corner, then rummagin’ through her Louis knapsack. I can see her calculatin’ in her head. I sit on the edge of the bed, watchin’ her. As she turns, I quickly hold my head in my hands, then slowly look up at her, sighin’. “Umm, you know what. Don’t sweat it, baby. I don’t wanna put a strain on ya pockets. I’ma see if I can get it from one of my niggas, but I hate fuckin’ wit’ them cats like that.”
“Oh, you know it ain’t no sweat off of me. I told you I’ma hold you down. I’m just tryna figure out how to do this.” She pauses, pullin’ in her bottom lip, then pulls her cell outta her bag. “I tell you what. I’ma call the airline, and book your flight. Is tomorrow too soon?”
I think for a moment. “Nah, tomorrow’s good.” She calls the airline, and makes a reservation wit’ Continental. She writes down all the information, then hangs up.
“It’s settled. You’re leaving on flight eighty-five, at one thirty-five. It’s an open ticket so you can come back anytime.” As she’s lookin’ in her wallet, I peep her pullin’ out bills. My dick starts to brick up. “I can give you five hundred; is that cool?”
Well, damn. Maybe next time I’ll hit her up for a few gees. I get up and walk toward her, then pull her into me and give her another tongue-probin’ kiss. “Good lookin’ out, baby. I’ma definitely get it back to you.”
She presses her body up against mine, strokes my Johnson. “Take your time, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
Of course you not, I think, grabbin’ her ass. You wanna keep gettin’ this black dick. “Well, as long as you keep wettin’ up this dick”— and linin’ my pockets—“I might keep ya fine ass ’round for a while.”
She punches me in the chest playfully, suckin’ her teeth. “Yeah, whatever, nigga.”
I grab a pair of navy blue gym shorts from outta my dresser drawer, then slip ’em on. I open the bedroom door. “C’mon, baby. Let me walk you out.” When we get downstairs, I lean in and give her another tongue dance, then open the front door. “Don’t be suckin’ no other nigga’s dick while I’m gone, either.”
She smirks. “You’re not my man, remember?”
