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“I am blessed and favored. God is good.”
I shake my head. “Yes, He is.”
“All the time,” she continues. “He keeps me wrapped in His grace and mercy.”
I roll my eyes up in my head, catching Jasper standing in the doorway bare-chested with a brown towel wrapped around his waist. He grins. “I know, Nana.”
“I just got off the phone with pastor. I reserved the church for the wedding.”
Jasper shakes his head no, making slicing gestures across his throat with his hand to dead that idea. I wave him on. “Church? Umm, Nana…listen, Jasper and I aren’t having a church ceremony.” Jasper snickers. I roll my eyes at him. I can imagine her bucking her eyes, adjusting her rimmed glasses at that. “We’re planning a garden wedding.”
“A garden wedding? What in the world? You young people today…”
Jasper drops his towel and starts playing with his dick. I stare at him; watch him pleasure himself, feeling myself becoming flustered. “Ummm, Nana…I have to go. Can I call you later, please?”
“Go on, baby,” she says. And before she can say another word, I hang up on her. I stare at Jasper, raising my eyebrows, grinning. “Why you come down here like that?” I ask, pointing at his nakedness.
“I’m hungry,” he says, licking his lips.
I walk over to the oven and open it, checking on the salmon. “Well, the fish is almost ready. You’ll be able to eat in a few.”
He walks up on me, grabbing me by the waist. “That’s not what I’m hungry for.”
I smile. “Then what you hungry for?” I ask, coyly.
He kisses me, softly at first, then more passionately. He grabs my ass over my silk robe, presses me up against his growing cock. “You,” he states, dropping to his knees. I untie my robe, slide it off my shoulders, and let it fall to the kitchen floor.
“Then eat me,” I softly say, parting my legs. I toss my head back and moan the minute he mounts his mouth over my clit and greedily sucks on it until my juices splash against his tongue and all over his face.
After Jasper finishes snacking on me, then eating the lunch I’ve prepared for him, he goes downstairs in the basement to watch the sports channel on the Sony 52-inch flat screen that I hardly ever watch, or turn on for that matter. I leave him down there, yapping on the phone with Monty, talking sports lingo that’s way over my head and of no interest to me.
I go upstairs, run myself a hot bath, then slowly slink my body down into the steamy, fragrant-filled water. I lean my head back and close my eyes, remembering when it all began.
“So dig. This sexy bitch had her hot mouth mounted ’round my dick ’n shit. Nah, son…I ain’t do shit. I lay back and let her nasty-ass take control, feel me? Hell yeah, the bitch had me feelin’ right. She licked ’round the head, then kissed my shit before runnin’ her tongue up ’n down the right side, then the left side of it. Then my whole dick disappeared in her mouth. She downed nine, son, like a champ. Yo, word is bond, son. She’s a dick-suckin’ machine. Nonstop suckin’, man. …Yeah, man…She cupped my balls, then started squeezin’ them shits. Had a muhfucka moanin’ like a real bitch, son. Nah, real talk, baby boy. You know how I do it, yo. When you ever know me to front on some broad wettin’ this dick? Exactly, son. So, you know what it is. Yeah, son…she knows how to yank them muhfuckas wit’out tryna rip ’em off a muhfucka, feel me. Had a nigga’s toes curlin’, son. Man, listen…this bitch is the truth, son.…Nah, nigga…I met her online…You remember that site I was tellin’ you ’bout? Word is bond, my nigga… that shit’s live. Hell, yeah, son…they freakier than them bitches on MySpace and BlackPlanet put together…. Nah, she ain’t ugly. The bitch is fiiyah, son. Bangin’ body, the works…”
I stood in the bathroom of the seedy motel I was in, with the door cracked, listening to how the nigga I had just finishing sucking off was on his cell with one of his boys, bragging on my skills. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked, with his back toward the bathroom door.
Truth be told. A part of me wanted to be pissed that he couldn’t keep his trap shut. I had to remind myself that he was young—twenty-three, to be exact. However, there was this other part of me that was flattered that he couldn’t wait to get on the phone to let his boys know the good dick sucking he’d been blessed with. He had been the chosen one for the night out of the twenty or so email responses I had gotten that night. And he was the youngest out of the responses. Still, I liked his stats, and he had a pretty golden brown dick that looked made for all-night sucking.
He was one of them thuggish, tree-smoking roughnecks who wore his sagging jeans practically around his knees—showing off his designer boxers and ass—instead of up on his waist where they belonged. And he wore his hair in neatly braided cornrows and had a fresh edge up and trimmed mustache. He was young and sexy with a hard, horny dick. I let him finger my pussy while I dusted him off. Then when the nigga asked to eat my pussy I knew right then that I was going to give him another round of tongue and throat. So the fact that he was on the phone excitedly sharing what I’d done to him was to be expected.
I smiled as I listened for a few seconds more before stepping back into the room. I cleared my throat so he knew I was back. He glanced over at me, quickly telling whoever he had on the line that he had to bounce.
I guess I surprised him when I walked over to him, then pushed him back on the bed and took his dick into my mouth and sucked it back to life. Slowly, I started inchin’ his dick into my mouth, then down into my throat. I gurgled and gulped his dick until his toes started to open and close, then I pulled his cock from out of my mouth and spit all over it, before popping it back in my mouth and rapidly sucking it; making loud popping sounds.
“Damn…oh, fuck…” he moaned, gripping the sheets and bucking his hips while thrashing his head from side to side. If I had been a prostitute, I could have had him trick up every dime he had in his pocket on my head game. Lucky for him, I was only a chick who enjoyed sucking dick—free of charge.
As soon as he was ready to spill his nut, I pulled off his condom and began jerking his cock between my titties, flapping my tongue back and forth as the head of his dick popped in and out. He came in a loud roar, releasing a bucket of cum that coated my titties, neck and face. I looked up at him with a satisfied smile on my face. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavy as he laid there motionless.
When he finally opened his eyes and was able to sit up, I told him that I had overheard him talking on the phone. He looked completely embarrassed. “My bad. No disrespect meant, ma. It’s just that…”
I reached up and placed a finger to his lips. “You never had your dick sucked like that before,” I finished for him, smiling. “No apology needed.”
He grinned. “Yeah, sumthin’ like that.”
I climbed up on the bed and straddled him. “Well, how about whoever you were on the phone with, you call back and tell them to
come over so they can watch how it’s done.”
