And while I’d never mind taking care of her for the rest of my life, my brain would never let me make illogical decisions to please her.
This woman wasoutof my league.
What the fuck were you thinking, nigga?
“Not too far from here, maybe about 3 miles east,” she smiled.
“Oh, is your birthing center close to where you live?” I questioned. My palms were sweating, and the tightness in my chest made me realize I was holding my breath again. No womanhad ever made me feel this nervous. Not even Kelsey, and she was the closest thing I’d ever had to a serious relationship. Maybe because I knew no matter what Kelsey threw at me—be it mouth or pussy—a nigga wasn’t catching it.
“Gage, are you stalling?” Mahasin asked as she straddled me. “Because there’s no need to. You already fucked my mind, now fuck this pussy, Mr. Blaque.”
Mr. Blaque?I was used to hearing the cast on set address me as such, and I would immediately correct them and ask them to simply call me Gage. But hearing Mahasin say it, in such an intimate setting, warmed my body. I wish I could have recorded the shit to replay it repeatedly.
Her kisses started as small, short pecks until we eventually parted our mouths, kissing hungrily and introducing tongues. Placing one of her small hands on my shoulder, she used the other to palm my nape. Using my body as leverage, she started to grind slowly on my crotch area, swelling my dick that now rested heavily on my thigh.
She broke the kiss and unbuttoned her blouse, her breasts set beautifully plumped in her black laced bra. I followed suit and removed my fitted Fendi black T-shirt.
“Damn Gage, your body is beautiful.”
“Likewise, Dollface.”
She unclasped the front of her bra, and her smooth, bountiful breasts made my mouth water.
“Let’s practice a little skin to skin,” she said, smirking so sexually.
Before resuming our tongue lashing, I attempted to remove the several diamond Cuban-linked chains from around my neck.
“Um, no, you fuck this pussy with these on, Mr. Blaque.”
Fuck.
Sucking on her neck, she resumed her lower grinding, causing me to pull her closer into my body. I felt her small hands travel down my body and began rubbing my dick through my jeans.
“Damn, baby, I know that monster you are caging is aching to be set free. Let me help him,” she whined. Pulling back from me, she began tugging at my jeans. Assisting her, I undid my Fendi belt and lifted slightly to pull my jeans and boxers to my ankles.
“Oh, damn! Gage, is that motherfucker heavy?” she gasped.
Chuckling, I returned my lips to hers and kissed her deeply. Breaking the kiss, she slithered like a snake to the floor and stood to remove her slacks and laced panties that matched her bra. Her smooth brown skin that hugged her flawless body was a nigga's dream. She even had those tiger stripes on both sides of her ass. Never taking my eyes off her, I removed my jeans and boxers completely, folding them neatly on the floor.
Positioning herself on her knees, in between my legs, she used both hands to grip my dick. Her soft hands felt so good, and the head of my dick oozed with precum at the sight of her hands with her nude-pink manicured fingernails gripping my shit. She used my precum as lubricant and began stroking my dick rhythmically up and down. My mouth dropped slightly, and my toes cracked from curling so hard. I could feel myself swelling with every stroke.
“I think he likes me,” she whispered to the tip of my dick.
“Mahasin,” I called out her name. My goal was to halt her, but she took it as a sign to turn up.
“Don’t worry, that was just a little warm-up. This is how I plan to make you nut the first time,” she said sensually.
Before I could fully open my eyes from blinking, I could feel the warmth from Mahasin’s mouth on my dick. Baby looked like she was prepared to swallow this motherfucker whole. My intrusive thoughts kicked in, and I became fearful of the fact that I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing.Would I cum too fast?Could I make her cum at all? Would I look like a one-legged squirrel trying to hump her?Just what the fuck did a one-legged humping squirrel look like?
Her wet tongue eased out of her mouth, and before it could connect with my shaft, I gripped her face with both of my hands. “Dollface, come here,” I said, helping her off the floor and back onto my lap.
She straddled me again, positioning her wet pussy right on my dick. She rocked, gliding her nectar up and down my shaft. I was losing all sense of control and immediately desired to be inside her, but I had to be honest. If I didn’t live up to her expectations, I wanted her to know that it was my lack of experience and not that I was a horrible lover—or even worse, that she was.
“You don’t want to cum in my mouth, Mr. Blaque? ’Cause I’d really love it if you did,” she moaned in my ear. She had my dick soaked with her juices. Nibbling my ear, she then whispered, “Put it in,” as she rose up a bit to give me room for access to her pussy.
I almost obliged but wanted to be completely honest with Mahasin. Even if she was mine for the night, I wanted to treat her as if she were my forever. “Dollface, let me talk to you for a minute, baby.”
“Talk to me while I ride you,” she said as she sucked on my bottom lip.
