Inhaling deeply, I allowed my head to fall back as hers started to move up and down at a slow and steady pace. Boy, I swear to OG you couldn’t go wrong with a pretty ass bitch that liked to suck dick. I mean, she handled a nigga with care each and every time. Had me feeling like she really enjoyed her lil’ CNA job.
With the blunt in my right, I gripped the base of her ponytail with my left. I guided her up and down as the feeling of her soft lips and warm tongue shot sparks through a nigga. Her moanswere muffled but still heard. She placed her hands behind her and let me have full control in this bitch.
I fucked around and stopped counting the number of times I felt her tonsils against my shit. Tears streamed from her eyes and the excess saliva coated my dick. She took spit shine to a whole ‘nother level, and still, she didn’t apply the brakes. She was loving every second of this shit, and so was I.
“Just pretty and addictive as fuck,” I complimented her. She fucked around and looked up at a nigga causing me to slip.There that soul snatching shit go.
Her throat was treated with the utmost respect. I was long stroking that muthafucka as if her throat walls were molded to fit me and me alone. This pretty bitch was skilled, and she knew it. Minutes passed and lockjaw was nowhere in sight for her. I was having too much fun.
“Can I get dick today?” she asked in a low seductive tone before she was back at it.
She wasn’t on the pussy list. I had different bitches for different shit and never mixed. I had no idea how her pussy walls felt, but I was sure they were just as lovely. A nigga would never find out though.Never though Black? Mix one time and see what it’s hitting fo.
“Not today shawty, I got shit to do. Aye, I’m ‘bout there. Where you want it?” I inquired.
She pointed to her face, and I smirked. She was feeling herself today, and I couldn’t even be mad. She damn sure had a nigga nuts excited to be drained from the second I paid her red ass a call.
Standing, I re-entered her mouth and fucked her face. Her eyes never left mine and damn them muthafuckas looked dreamy. Regardless of her tears streaming down the side of her face, she let me beat her jaws down. I was a nigga that ain’t mindexpressing my pleasure. My moans were just as loud as hers at this point.
“Shit! Is the pussy better than this muthafucka here ‘cause goddamn!” I roared.
My thrust ain’t slow down at all. If anything, they quickened bringing a nigga to his climax. As soon as my kids shot to the tip of my dick, I pulled out and let them cop a squat in the corner of her eyes, the middle of her forehead, and the bridge of her nose. I couldn’t lie; they made the perfect accessory.
“You got another round in you? I want to taste you too Daddy.”
I grinned menacingly as I took a few steps back. She did her job and unfortunately, she was starting to turn a nigga off throwing her pussy at me the way she was. I got my nut off, and the box wasn’t a second thought no more.
“Didn’t I just tell you I got something to fuckin’ do? Stop begging, it’s giving desperation.” I bent down and pulled my briefs and pants up in one go.
“Seriously, Black? Why all you want is dome from me? You ain’t tried to fuck me one time,” she complained.
“Cause I don’t fuckin’ want it. This my muthafuckin dick and dammit it go where the fuck I tell it. You want this bread or nah?” I dug in my pocket and pulled out the folded stack.
She rolled her eyes but extended her hand at the same time. The pretty bitch wasn’t ‘bout to turn down no bills and we both knew it. I peeled off two Jackie’s and handed them over.
“What the fuck is this?” she asked with her face scrunched up.
“Lunch and gas money.”
“Muthafucka this is forty funky ass dollars.”
Sighing deeply, I peeled off two Lincoln’s and slammed them in the palm of her hand. “Here man damn. I don’t even know why I’m tipping you right now. I just tipped a few days ago.”
“Black, get the fuck out my house!” she screamed.
“You a lil’ rude ass pretty bitch. It’s cool though. The head fire, so I’ll take it. Answer that when I hit you.” I laughed.
With my keys in tow, I jogged out the front door, not caring how she felt. She was simply a roster bitch, and that treatment was nothing more than basic. I wish I would pay more than fifty beans for something she’d give up for free. I was just looking out for the hoe and her ungrateful ass threw complaint after complaint. Bet I wouldn’t look out no goddamn more.
CH. 3
CHEYONNE
“Whatever you do, don’t let them get you riled up. Mr. Obasi is like a toddler nowadays,” Toneshia jested. I had been on the phone with her the entire ride over to my parents’ home. It would’ve been my last conversation with her until her and her husband returned from their vacation.
“Girl, I’m already stressed out, and I haven’t even gotten out the car yet. I’ve been thinking about just letting them move in with me so I can keep a better eye on them. They are so needy these days, bestie.”
“I’m already knowing. How you feeling though? Are you in any pain?” Her inquiring about my health each conversation never failed.
