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Two days later, I am picking Jasper up at the same spot for another “job search.” He has me sitting out in this fucking parking lot for almost forty minutes before he finally gets to the car. “Aye, yo,” he says, getting into the car and shutting the door. “Sorry you had to wait so long. Them muhfuckas up in there be on some real extra shit, word up. They had some bullshit-ass inspection, then I had to wait for my counselor to give me my pass. This bitch be on some extra shit, too. I can’t wait to get the fuck up outta there.”
I bite my bottom lip. Keep my mouth shut and let him rant on until I get sick of hearing it. “Where are we going?” I ask, changing the subject.
He glances at his watch. It’s going on ten in the morning. “Let’s go to the crib. I wanna stretch out in our bed.”
“Don’t you need to find a job?”
“Fuck that shit. I got my man hookin’ me up wit’ a connect so I’m good.”
I raise my brow, cutting my eye over at him. “What kind of connect?” I ask with a tinge of skepticism in my tone.
“Him and his peoples have a detail shop on twenty-two. He’s gonna put me on the payroll.”
“Where’s this shop at?”
“In Hillside. Why?”
Now, I’m far from naïve. I know what time it is with Jasper and his paper. But there’s an idealistic part of me, hoping that he’s done with the game. Unfortunately, he’s not the type of nigga who’ll ever be content working for minimum wage. So asking him what his intentions are is not only a moot point, it’s a stupid one. Still, I ask. “And what will you be doing there?”
“Detailing,” he huffs, reclining his seat all the way back. “What else you think I’ma be doing?”
I laugh, shifting my eyes back on the road ahead of me. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
“Aye, yo. Don’t start ya shit, aiight? I got this.”
“Yeah, okay, whatever you say, baby.” I glance over at him, laughing and shaking my head. “You detailing cars, picture that.”
He smirks. “Yeah, aiight. Get ya laugh on. But I’ma be detailin’ that ass in a minute. Let’s see how much laughin’ you do then.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I tease. “Promises, promises. Don’t talk about it, be about it.”
“Yeah, aiight. Front if you want. You already know what it is. I’ma beat that shit down.”
Against my will, my pussy twitches. I grin, pressing down on the pedal, hitting seventy, zigzagging my way through traffic to get home.
Ten minutes later, I’m pulling up into my driveway, shutting off the engine. I can tell Jasper’s dick is already hard, the way he keeps fanning his legs open and shut, then grabbing at his shit. The nigga’s had this pussy on his brain, and I’ve had his hard dick on mine, the whole ride. I already know the first nut is gonna be a quick one. But, after that, it’ll be on and popping. His sexy, thuggish ass keeps me turned on. My pussy is so wet for him.
As soon as we step through the house and shut the door, we are all over each other. I’m grabbing his dick. He’s palming my ass. Soon we begin kissing, and it doesn’t take long before our wet tongues are doing a bump and grind of their own. Jasper’s hands roam all over my body, massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples, then traveling down between my
thighs. I dry hump on his hand, stroking his cock over his jeans. Before I know it, Jasper scoops me up in his arms and carries me upstairs to my…uh, I mean, our, bedroom, then lays me on the bed. He kicks off his AF Ones. Then off come his t-shirt, his jeans, and his boxers. Seeing him standing before me in his naked glory—rippled abs, chiseled chest, thick, shiny black dick—send a tingling sensation up my spine. I am instantly turned on. Already I can feel myself getting moist. This nigga is so damn fine! Next he removes my clothes, then tells me to assume the position on my knees. He wants to feed me his tongue, and his dick, doggie-style; one of my favorite positions.
I get on all fours, arch my back, then wait as he gets on his knees, pulls open my ass, then presses his face in between my cheeks. He kisses, licks, sucks and nibbles on my pussy, clit, and ass. He works me over. Takes me to the edge of an orgasm, then pulls me back. His tongue-lashing causes me to buck my hips, throw this ass up on his face. I ride his face; his tongue, as he darts his long tongue in and out of me. I am wet and ready and aching for what’s to come next.
I crane my neck, look at him over my shoulder. I reach for him, urge him to replace his tongue with his dick. I’m ready to be FUCKED. “Aaaah, Jasper…oooh, baby…fuck me, baby…Give me the dick…”
“Oh, you ready for this dick, hunh? You want me to bust this nut up in ya guts, baby?”
“Yes,” I pant, pumping and winding my hips. I reach back and pull open my ass. “Fuck me, baby…”
It doesn’t take much urging to get him to fill my pussy up with his meat. He stands behind me, places one palm down on the small of my back, then slides himself into me. I gasp. “Oh, shiiit…uhhh…”
Jasper keeps banging my magic spot, causing wave after wave of sparks to shoot through my body. I am shaking, but he doesn’t let up. He grabs me by the back of the head, pounds balls deep into me, talking mad shit that gets my snatch hotter and wetter with each stroke. “You got that bomb pussy, baby…ahh fuck, this shit is good…Uhh, fuck…mad tight pussy, baby…I own this muthafuckin’ shit right here…”
“Yes…oh, yesssssssss!” I moan, biting down on my hand as I am hit with another orgasm. My juices squirt out of me, splash up against his cock. Between the swishing sounds of my pussy juices and the rapid noises from his pelvis smacking into me and my ass slamming back onto his dick, I am completely lost in a trance. The pleasure Jasper is causing me is blinding. Ten minutes more and I feel the head of his dick expanding inside of me, alerting me he is about to shoot his hot load inside of me. He lets out a loud moan, gripping me extra tight around the waist as he plows his cock rapidly into me, filling me up to the rim with his cream. He pulls his dick out. I squeeze my pussy muscles to hold in his nut, then relax them to let some of it ooze out. I want so badly for him to eat the back of my pussy out with his cum dripping out, but he won’t ever consider doing no nasty shit like that. I keep my thought to myself. Still, the idea turns me on.
“Wheeeeew!” he exhales, wiping sweat from his forehead with his hand. He is still on his knees as I shift my body around to face him and take his slick, sticky dick into my mouth. I suck him until his dick thickens, again. I clean his cock and balls, licking and slurping and sucking up any remnants of his nut and my juices. When I finish tongue bathing his dick and balls, I tell him to lie back on the bed, then begin giving him the Deep Throat Special. If he only knew how horny sucking a dick gets me. He’d be trying to keep a muzzle on me. I block the notion out of my mind and concentrate on giving him the blow job of his life. “Aaaah, fuck…aaaah, shiiiiiiit…goddaaaaamn, ya head game is sick…”
I glance up at him. His face is all twisted up, his bottom lip is pulled in and his eyes are shut tight. I grin, then slip his balls into my mouth one by one. I roll my tongue around them, then stop.
