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She pulls her shirt off over her head, then lifts her skirt up over her hips. I try to keep from licking my lips, but the sight of her juicy titties peeling outta her lace bra is making it very hard. I ain’t gonna front, buggin’ or not, this broad got me going through it.
She snatches my hand and shoves it between her legs. “I want you to feel my pussy, niggah.” She isn’t wearing any drawers. Flashes of my tongue darting around her pussy shoot through my head as my fingers find their way to her slick pussy lips. She gasps. “Yeah, niggah. Put your fingers in.” I push my fingers into her until they can’t go any further. She’s mad juicy ‘n’ hot. Real shit. I feel something shoot through me, pleasure ignites every fiber in my body and I feel my own shit starting to drip. I feel like I’ma ’bout to nut. “You feel that wet heat, huh, nigga?”
My voice dips real low ‘n’ husky. I’m horny as shit. Her aggressiveness got me clit aching. “Yeah, ma.”
“You did that, niggah. That’s how wet you got me. That’s how hot you got my pussy.”
I squeeze my legs shut. “Yo, c’mon, ma. What’s good wit’ you? Where’s all this comin’ from, yo?”
She gives me an incredulous look. “What’s good with me? This pussy, that’s what’s good. You and me have some unfinished business, Reggggie. You fucked me in the backseat of your truck. Wouldn’t let me see your dick, wouldn’t let me touch it. Niggah, you wouldn’t even let me give you head. What kinda niggah you know who ain’t letting a bitch suck his dick?”
I blink.
She stares at me hard. Her nose flares. And she looks like she’s ready to fist up. But I already know if she tries to go with the hands I’ma have’ta take it to her skull. I turn my neck tryna see who else is out here in the parking lot in case things get hectic. The lot is empty. I look back at her.
“Yo, I think you should bounce before shit gets outta hand.”
“Ain’t shit gonna get outta hand, niggah. I’m not bouncing nowhere until you fuck me right.” She clenches her teeth. “I told. You. I’ma. Real. Bitch. And, tonight, I want you to look me in my eyes and fuck me like a real niggah. Let me be your backseat whore again.” She reaches for my dick, grabbing at my crotch. “I wanna ride this dick, Regggggie. And suck it.” She reaches for my buckle again. And I grab her hand. “Let me suck your balls, Regggggie.” She presses her lips to my ear. Her tongue dips in, then out. “Let me run this tongue around them balls, niggah.” She narrows her eyes, smirking. “I’m your backseat whore, remember?”
“Yo, c’mon, ma. Chill.”
She tries to slide her hand up my T-shirt. I stop her. It’s clear she’s peeped my card. And instead of dragging this shit out any longer than need be, I decide to pull it for her. “Yo, ma. Listen—”
“Shut the fuck up.” Her lips are back on mine. This bitch is crazy. But she can kiss her ass off. Her tongue goes deep into my mouth. My hands are back on her ass. My hips thrust up into her as she grinds down into me. “You want me to be your whore, niggah?”
I grunt.
“You wanna fuck me, again? Huh, Regggggie?”
She has me going through it bad, has me wanting to feel her heat on my tongue, on my fingers, all over my dick. “Yeah, ma. But I…”
“But nothing,” she snaps, grabbing at my belt buckle again. “Then fuck me like one.”
I stop fingering her. “Yo, ma…listen, uh…” I try to grab her wrists, but she keeps pushing my hands away. “C’mon, chill…we need to talk, first.”
“I don’t wanna talk, niggah. I wanna be fucked.” She presses her hands up against my chest, and I know there’s no sense in stopping her now. It’s obvious she knows. Or think she knows. Shit! Why doesn’t this bitch just say it, or ask it?
She yanks my T-shirt outta the front of my jeans, then slides her hand underneath. “Put your fingers back into my pussy.” My fingers go back inside of her. She leans forward, grinding onto my hand. She presses her lip to my ear. “I know what you are, Reggggie. I didn’t at first.” My fingers stop strumming in her cunt. She looks at me. “You gotta pussy like I do, don’t you? You a bitch, ain’t you, Reggggie?” She nips my ear. “Put your fingers back in my pussy. You ain’t gotta say it. I already know.”
I ain’t gonna front. A part of me wants to ask her how she figured it out. But another part of m
e ain’t beat to know. But fuck! My shit’s hard as hell. And I’m wet all around the base of my dick.
She is pulling at my wife beater beneath my T-shirt. I close my eyes. Her hands snake their way up underneath. I swallow as she feels my chest binding. “Is this how you wrap your titties, niggah? Why didn’t you just tell me, Reggggie?” My fingers stop diddling in her pussy again. I open my eyes. “Don’t stop. Keep them fingers going. I’m going to nut on your hand, then I’m gonna fuck you. You wanna fuck with straight bitches, huh? I’m gonna give you this pussy the right way. Now answer my question, niggah. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you have still come outside wit’ me?”
“I don’t know. Probably not, then again…you’re fine as hell…for a chick, pretending to be a dude, that is. But what you did was fucked up, Regggie. You almost had me fooled, niggah. Everything about you seems exactly like a niggah, even the way you fucked me. But I kept looking at your neck and I ain’t see an Adam’s apple. I kept looking, even when I held your neck while I was kissing on it. But I ain’t pay the shit any mind. I thought maybe I had had too much to drink and that my eyes were playing tricks on me. I was horny. You made me horny, niggah. I ain’t never have a niggah…well, uh, another bitch, finger my pussy in a club, then fuck me outside in the parking lot.” I give her a “yeah right” look. “Yeah, I’ve been fucked outside in parked cars before with my man, or a niggah I was kicking it with. Not with some random niggah I only met at a club. That’s not how I do mine. But you took me there. And, yeah, it’s fucked up how you did it. But, I still can’t stop thinking about how that shit felt. You fucked me good, niggah. You made my pussy whistle. Ain’t no niggah ever hit my walls like that.
“And that’s why when I saw you come into the club tonight I stayed in the cut and watched you the whole night. I wanted to see who else you were gonna try ‘n’ trick. I peeped how them horny-ass hoes were flocking to you. They didn’t know, like I didn’t. That you ain’t no real niggah. Are you, Regggggie?” She keeps running her gums, not giving me a chance to get a word in. “But you had your eye on that lil brown-skinned bitch. I watched and waited. I wanted to see how far you was gonna take it with her. Even though you didn’t finger-fuck her at the bar, I watched you try to pull the same shit you pulled on me the other week with that bitch.”
Damn, why she hatin’?
“I never kissed another bitch before you. But you ain’t really a bitch, either. Are you, Regggggie? I mean. You don’t look like one. But that’s what you are. Maybe not on the inside or from what others see on the outside because you hide it so well. But you have a pussy and clit and titties, too. Let me see ’em.” She pulls at my chest binding. And I don’t stop her. Not this time. Shit, what for?
I let her unfasten the pressure bandage and unwind it. When it unravels from my marked chest, she runs her hand over the marking where the binding had been. Her fingers lightly brush over my nipples. She kisses me, and I moan as I keep stroking her wet slit. Real shit, I’ve never had a straight chick flip the script on me the way she’s doing it. My drawers are soaked, yo. “Yo, ma, I’m ready to fuck,” I say, lifting her hips up. I take my free hand and unbuckle my belt, then unzip my jeans. Alicia watches me as I lift my hips ‘n’ tug my jeans down to my thighs. I watch her watching me.
Then before I know it, she’s slinked her way down to the floor, yanking my jeans all the way down with her. Our eyes briefly meet before her soft hand rubs over the bulge in my burgundy boxer briefs. “Mmm, nice thick dick,” she moans, placing her mouth over the front of my underwear and sucking.
