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Damn sure no chick I can’t stand and want gone from my club. Gone from my life.
But the next time I spread Sydney’s thighs and lay my eyes on that bright pink center cushioned by fat chocolate pussy lips, I lose all pretenses.
I lose control of myself.
I’ve got to have a fucking taste.
I dive in, hooking her thighs over my forearms and dragging her across my bed so I can feast for real.
Sydney releases a shocked gasp, then pleasure takes over. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she tips her head back, lost in the sensations I bring her.
My tongue flicks her swollen clit, then thrusts into her soaked pussy.
I don’t know what the fuck’s gotten into me, but one swipe of my tongue isn’t enough—the first taste only pushes me into another. Then another.
And another.
’Til I’m practically making love to her pussy with my tongue. Her juices coat my beard, and my nose rubs her clit for extra friction.
Sydney quivers and then moans…
…but she isn’t the only one.I’mmoaning too.
Moaning as I eat her pussy. Lapping and sucking with deep guttural sounds that I can’t even censor.
“FUCK!” I groan, giving in. My fist clenches shut on my dick, and I stroke myself, unable to stand how hard I’ve become. “Sydney babe… I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so good.”
Her moan is her answer. She’s swimming in all the sensations I’ve brought her pussy, writhing in place, her hands cupping her breasts and fingers tugging her nipples. I hook my arms under her legs and tilt her hips so I can sink in at an even deeper level.
“OH!” she gasps, then shudders. I’ve buried myself whole in one thrust. “Mace… shit… you’re deep.”
“I know, Syd,” I groan, rotating my pelvis and grinding into her. “So fucking deep. You gonna be able to take me?”
She bites her lip but never answers.
Not with words. Not with sounds. She’s too overcome.
But her body speaks for her. It has a mind of its own. Her dark skin’s flushed and sheening with perspiration as she bucks against me. As she wraps her legs snug around me and her slick walls flutter.
I swear. The word fuck becomes the only one I know pounding into her.
Sydney keeps up. She binds me with her legs and marks me up with her nails. We’re rough and hungry in these moments, slamming into each other. Kisses that bite and touches that grope and clench. There’s no sweetness, no softness between us.
Just rage unleashed on each other. Nothing but a hate fuck.
By the time we’re through, it’s like we’ve fought a fucking battle. We’ve been to war and back.
I go straight into asshole mode. The standoffish attitude and dismissive behavior. All hints she needs to get out of my fucking sight. I’m through with her.
Even if I already crave her again.
Sydney seems to feel the same. We dress and get ourselves together in tense silence.
The rest of the house is empty and quiet. Velma’s out to dinner with some of the old ladies, and most of the guys I’d hang with are gone and busy.
Tuesdays are Sydney’s off days. That means I’m home and she’s home.
We’ve got the place to ourselves… if we wanted to go for another round.
