“I’m not bringing you shit.” Tyler dropped the purse and walked back over to him.
“So fucking sexy, but so fucking mean.” Dexter licked his lips.
“You made me this way.”
“Nah, your fucked up parents made you this way. I just got stuck with cleaning up the mess.”
“Fuck you.” Tyler gave him the middle finger.
His words stung, but they were partially true. Who else was to blame for her fucked up mental state other than the people who brought her into the world?
Dexter didn’t know if it was the liquor in his system or the demonic switch in her hips, but he was hypnotized. He could see why niggas wanted his bitch. She was bad. Curvaceous, pretty ass smile, soft ass skin, perfect round titties, and good ass pussy. Pussy that belonged to him. Pussy that curved to the shape of his dick. Pussy that he broke in. His girl was trigger worthy. War worthy. And any nigga could get it behind her. He felt bad about the red print that started to form on her cheek, but it didn’t stop his dick from rocking up. When she stood between his legs, Dex helped her straddle his lap, letting out a low groan when he sank into her flesh. Her pussy felt like silk. Not that fake shit either, the real soft shiny fabric that costs a grip.
“Fuck, baby,” Dex groaned, gripping her hips as she slowly grinded on his dick to a rhythm only she could hear. “You so fucking beautiful, baby.” He tried to kiss her, but Tyler smacked him.
“Don’t,” she moaned. His talking and touching her was fucking with the fantasy in her head. She didn’t need him to talk her through it or praise her. All she needed was his hard dick.
“Do your thing then, baby.” Dexter reached for his half-smoked blunt on the other cushion. Lighting it, he blew smoke inthe air and sat back while Tyler rolled her body like a snake. She was perfectly capable of fucking herself, so he let her. Leaning back, Dexter simply watched her in admiration.
With her eyes closed, Tyler was floating somewhere amongst the stars and lost aircrafts. Her body felt light, and thanks to the overload of shit in her system, her mind was miles away, and she loved it there. She was high and she never wanted to come down. Caressing her own breasts, Tyler's fingers toyed with her pierced nipples, prompting Dex to lean up and wrap his lips around her perfect chocolate kisses. This time, she let him touch her. His cool lips and her warm nipples caused her back to arch.
“Hmm,” she moaned, smashing them together so he could give both nipples the same treatment.
“Bend over,” Dex whispered, releasing her nipples.
Doing as she was told, Tyler slid off his cream coated dick and bent over the arm of the couch while he ashed his blunt. In seconds, Dex was slipping right back between her thighs.
“Shit,” he shuddered, sinking into her soft flesh.
“You love this pussy?” Tyler questioned, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks, giving him a perfect view of his dick sliding in and out of her. Dex opened his mouth and let saliva drip from his tongue onto her asshole. Using his thumb, he massaged it before slipping his thumb up her ass.
“Fuck yea,” Dex answered her question, following up with one of his own. “You love this dick?”
“No,” Tyler answered, twirling her hips. The combination of his dick throbbing in her pussy and his thumb massaging the inside of her ass had her throwing it back faster. Harder.
“Straight up?” Picking up his pace to match hers, he removed his thumb and started drilling her harder. “You gone have my baby?” Dexter foolishly asked.
“No.”
Whap!
His hand went across her ass cheek.
“You gone marry me?”
“Noooo,” Tyler moaned.
“Man, you better say you love me, Ty,” Dexter growled, slightly frustrated that she wouldn’t say what he needed to hear. Even if it was a lie, he wanted the confirmation.
“Ah,” she cried out, loving how deep his dick plunged into her pussy. “Harder,” Tyler demanded, frustrated that he wasn’t quite hitting the spot that was almost impossible to reach.
“Say you love me,” Dex ordered, needing to hear those words slip from her mouth as much as she needed his dick to soothe an ache in her core. “Say it! Ahh fuck!”
“No, wait,” Tyler whined, feeling his body jerk.
Seconds later, his glossy dick slipped from between her thighs, and Dex rolled over to the side. He wanted to feel bad that she didn’t get hers, but for them, this was normal. The sex was good, but Tyler rarely came. Dex could count on one hand how many times she had ejaculated since they started having sex, and three times were due to him sucking on her bud until he couldn’t feel his lips.
“Come sit on my face.” Dex weakly stretched out his hand.
