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The mention of me masturbating made Kendall moan a little when he said, “You should’ve told me.”
“Why?” I asked, purposely taunting him when I questioned, “Whatexactlywould you have done?”
“Same shit I’m about to do right now,” Kendall groaned as he started to sit up, only for me to push him back down before he could get too far.
“Nuh-uh. You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”
He didn’t argue, only grinned as I finally brought my tongue down to his chest for a long swipe of his tattoo that made him grunt. And when I continued my oral exploration down to his nipple and then his rock-hard abdomen, I could literally see the anticipation blooming on Kendall’s face as I stopped to hover right above the zipper of his pants and told him, “I wanna suck your dick so bad.”
“Shakira, quit fuckin’ playin’ with me,” he growled, which honestly only made me want to play more.
So that was exactly what I did, sitting back onto my feet as I slowly ran my hand along his bulge and teased, “It feels long. Andthick,” licking my lips as I groaned, “Just how I like it.”
“Shakira…”
“Hm?”
This time, it was more of a plea than a threat when he breathed, “Quit fuckin’ playin’.”
Giggling at his frustration, I took my dear sweet time undoing his button and then his zipper. And I suppose because he just couldn’t take it anymore, Kendall was the one to push both his pants and his briefs down from his hips to the middle of his thighs, leaving me to finish the job when I yanked the blend of cotton and denim off his legs before fully taking in the sight in front of me.
Kendall “Snoop” Dogwood, naked in my bed.
Dick on rock solid.
With nothing but his diamond-encrusted KD2 chain on.
The shit was lowkey art.
And I was obsessed.
Kendall knew it too, the arrogant expression on his face telling it all when he grabbed his dick and asked, “You done playin’ yet?”
“Give me that,” I snapped, quickly exchanging his hand for my own. And after only a few strokes, my hand was traded out for my mouth, Kendall’s immediate,“Fuckkk”only egging me on as I tried to fit as much of his dick as I could into one swallow.
And then got a little further on my second attempt.
And then even further on my third.
And then found a rhythm that had Kendall’s toes curling as he groaned, “Shit, Kiki.”
That was how I knew I really had him going.
Usually, it was Shakira or Shaky. But the fact that he’d slipped and called me Kiki meant I must’ve had him out of his right mind, only motivating me to go harder as I used one hand to massage his balls and then moved to give them the same attention with my mouth while Kendall watched in awe.
“You’re a fuckin’ menace,” he grunted, making me chuckle as I reminded him, “You started it.”
“And now I’m about to finish it,” he insisted as he sat up and grabbed me under my chin, bringing my face to his for a kiss that somehow ended with me on my back. Then he left me there to retrieve his pants from wherever I’d thrown them, the sight of his wallet and the condom that came from it making me grin until I realized…
“We can’t use that.”
“What?”
“That condom,” I answered. “I’m sensitive to latex.”
“Fuck,” Kendall groaned, quickly weighing his options before he asked, “You on birth control? Or shit, I guess I can pull out too.”
Smiling, I replied, “Nah, we’re gonna usea condom. Just not that one.” Then I reached for my nightstand drawer, bypassing the random assortment of junk and toys until I found one of the non-latex Skyn condoms I kept in stock for my girls and I since niggas these days loved to “forget” in hopes of being able to go without.
