Page 18 of Deep Throat Diva


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“Yeah, make sure you handle that.”

“Shut up. I told you I’ll have it.”

“Cool. And don’t forget, deodorant. Arrid Extra Dry.”

“Alright,” I say, walking over to the window, then peering out of the side of the curtain. It’s kind of cloudy out, and looks like it’s about to rain.

“Aye, yo, you know I love you, right?”

“I know you do, baby. I love you, too.”

“Let me find out you out there on some extra shit, Pasha.”

I suck my teeth, sighing. “Jasper, c’mon…not this shit, again.”

“I’m tellin’ you, yo. If I hear any crazy shit, I’ma bust ya ass.” And with that said the line goes dead.

I stand in the middle of the room for a minute, looking around, taking everything in. Ever since Jasper’s been locked up, this bedroom—the bed, the master bathroom, the three closets—have been mine! Not to mention my freedom to come and go and do whatever I like, want, without him physically being able to keep tabs on me. I’m going to have to get used to sharing my space with him, have to get into the habit of letting him know what’s on my daily agenda—again. I swallow back my nerves. The truth is: those things aren’t a major issue. But what really has me nervous is…well, what happens if I can’t give up this internet?

I take in a deep breath, hold it into my lungs, then slowly blow it out. Jasper’s coming home. I shut my eyes tight, try to block out the throbbing headache that’s barging its way to the front of my head. Jasper’s coming home, I repeat in my head, replaying the night he proposed to me. The night he beat this pussy down so bad it wept more than I did. I had taken his dick down into my throat and sucked him so hard and deep until my neck cramped.

“I love you, girl,” Jasper said, kissing me on the side of the head, pulling me into his sweaty arms. I lay my head on his chest, twirled my fingers through his wet chest hairs, then lightly circled his left nipple. He squirmed, grabbing my hand. “Yo, you know that shit tickles…”

“Yeah, and by the look of things,” I said, grinning, reaching for his growing dick. It was still sticky and wet from my juices. “I see that shit turns you on, too.” I squeezed it, then rolled up on top of him, kissed him on his forehead, then his nose, then lips. I left a trail of kisses down the center of his chest before dipping down low and taking him into my mouth. I inhaled his musky scent and felt my pussy begin to tingle and twitch. I sucked him until he became stiffer than a steel rod, pushing past my tonsils. I sucked and gargled and gulped my man down until his toes opened and closed and he started grabbing and clutching the sheets, moaning out my name. And, then, just as he was about to splatter his nut, I abruptly stopped. Pulled my mouth up off his dick, then looked up at him and grinned.

“Yo, baby, what you doin’ to me? You got my head all fucked up. Why you fuckin’ wit’ me? You got my dick all bricked up ’n shit.” I licked his balls, then pulled them into my mouth. “Aaah, shit…you fuckin’ wit’ me, baby…”

I crawled up on him, then reached up underneath me and guided his pulsing dick into the back of my pussy. I leaned into his ear and whispered, “I’ma fuck this dick all night, nigga.”

Jasper stared into my eyes. “And I’ma fuck this good pussy right back, baby.” As I galloped up and down on his dick, he rapidly matched my rhythm, thrusting upward into my smoldering hole. We fucked until my pussy cried out in aching pleasure. Fucked until Jasper’s black dick turned purple.

“Damn, girl,” he said, breathing all heavy and whatnot, “I’ma hate leavin’ ya fine ass, and all this good lovin’.”

“I’ma hate it, too, baby. But it’ll all be here waiting on you when you get home.”

“Yo, it better be,” he said, getting out of bed. I watched his bare, muscular ass as he walked over to his closet, then walked in.

“What are you doing in there?” I asked, hearing him fumbling around with shoe boxes. He walked back into the room with his right hand behind him with a big-ass grin on his face. “Why you smiling?” I asked.

“You’ll find out in a minute,” he said, slowly walking over toward the bed. “Lay back and spread open ya legs, then bend ya knees up for me.” I did what he asked, anticipated what was to come next. And Jasper delivered well. He kissed my clit, flicked his tongue against the opening of my hot slit, then dipped his tongue in. I opened my thighs wider, reached for his head, and pushed him further into my zone. He sucked all over the front of my pussy, then lapped around both sides of my pussy lips before opening his mouth wide and feasting on my entire hole. He had my head thrashing and my hips bucking and my teeth gritting as I held back screams. He tongue fucked my pussy until I finally screamed out. When he was done he crawled up on top of me, then kissed me, offering me his tongue soaked in my juices. I sucked on his chin, his mouth, then gasped when he stuck his dick back inside of me. He told me to close my eyes, then he took my left hand into his and kissed on it; sucked on my fingers, then slid something on my ring finger.

He stopped and told me to open my eyes. I gasped. Even with the flickering candles that had practically burned down, it sparkled. My eyes widened, my heart raced. “OhmyGod,” I exclaimed, “is that what I think it is?”

He put his finger up to my lips. “Don’t speak, aiight?” I nodded my head, fighting back tears. “I done a lotta dirt out here, fuckin’ wit’ a buncha broads, bringin’ drama into our relationship and shit, but I’m done wit’ that bullshit. And I’m not just shootin’ a buncha shit ’cause a muhfucka’s ’bout to do time. I’m speakin’ from the heart, yo,” I opened my mouth to say something, but he stopped me, again. “Listen, yo. I gotta get all this shit out now so let me finish.” He kissed me softly on the lips. “I love the hell outta you, baby. You my heart, girl. And I wanna give you the world. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. That’s some real shit. I wanna build a life wit’ you, grow old wit’ you, and have a buncha mini-mes and mini yous. When I step up in that courtroom, you already know what it is. I’ma be down for a minute, baby. But I’m comin’ home to you. And I wanna know you gonna be here when I get out. Are you gonna be here for me, yo?”

“Yes,” I whispered, choking back tears.

He looked me in the eyes, stared deeply into them, and said, “I want you to be my wife, yo.” He paused, staring at me long and hard. “Pasha Nivea Allen, will you marry me?” OhmyGod, my man actually had tears in his eyes!

I nodded my head, letting my own tears stream down my face. One, because I saw his love for me in his eyes in a way I hadn’t seen before; two, because I couldn’t believe that he was actually proposing to me; and, three, because I knew that in a matter of weeks it was going to be the last time he’d be fucking me. “Yes, baby,” I answered, feeling overwhelmed with joy.

We kissed, then he took my face into his hands.

“I’m givin’ you my heart, Pasha. Whatever you do, don’t play me, yo.”

“I promise, baby,” I said, inviting him back into the wet space between my legs. I gasped as he filled me up, “I won’t.”

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