“I didn’t just fuck you like this last night? This morning? Or when we got to the club?” I had to ask for clarification.
Her pussy was wet as hell. I stood back, with my arms crossed, just watching the way my dick was gliding in and out of her, enjoying the mess she was leaving on my dick. I got pleasure in seeing her juices slip out, dripping down the back of her thighs. I was standing behind her, tearing that pussy up, deep in my strokes, not going to stop until her knees buckled, and she gave out on me.
“You didn’t answer me, baby,” I shot, uncrossing my arms, so that I could slap her on her ass.
“It’s differenttttttt,” she cried out, still not telling me how. I was in the pussy good, so I guess the shit she was saying wasn’t supposed to make sense to me. I was fuckin up her mental.
I got a hold of her waist, held her tightly because I didn’t want her to run, and I gave her thirty seconds straight of pound town... deep dick… kissing on her neck… beating on her spot repeatedly, and when she came, she shed tears during her nut, and I was right there, filling her up too.
When she finished, she pushed me away from her, got out the tub, and she grabbed her towel, so that she could wrap it around her body.
“Come here. Why you got out?” I asked, dick still hard, wanting to go some more. I don’t know what the fuck happened, but her ass was crying.
“You going to kill the dude from the club? The one that you fought?” she asked me, taking me off guard with her question.
The only thing that was on my mind right now was a nut, yet she was standing here, face drenched in tears, worried about a nigga from the club.
“Dionne, what you talking about baby? That shit was feeling good. Come on. I want some more,” I voiced, not worried about the shit that she was talking about.
“You just fucked me… like you were about to leave me. You going to kill him… and then you going to go to prison for life for doing it. That’s why you just did that,” she cried, and I didn’t mean to laugh, but I did that shit anyways, and me laughing pissed her the fuck off.
I told ya’ll before that Dionne was dramatic as fuck. She’ll come up with these versions of how shit was going to play out in her life, and she’ll believe that shit.
“Dionne, nobody thinking about that nigga right now but you. You just had nothing short of ten inches of dick buried in you. I was in full swing of making that pussy cum back-to-back. You think I’m worried about that bitch ass nigga from the club? That wasn’t goodbye dick that I was giving you. I wasn’t around you for three hours. That was ‘I miss you’ dick. I’m not about to fuckin leave you, man,” I spat, getting out of the water, and I walked over to her.
Truthfully, I think she had left over alcohol in her system from the club because I was making her take shots. Crazy ass girl had to have still been tipsy from that.
I guess what I said to her helped calm her down because she stopped crying. I removed the towel that she had wrapped around her body, lifting her by putting my hands up under herarms, and I walked with us, sitting her down on the counter. I pulled her, so that she was on the edge, lifted each of her legs, so that she could plant her feet up on the counter, and the pussy was right in my face. I put either one of my hands on the side of her, allowed my dick to rest right at the base of her pussy, and when she’d fully calmed down, that’s when I slipped inside, making her gasp, bite her lip, and she slowly fucked back from the counter.
“You sick in the head. I hope you know that shit,” I voiced, leaning my head in, so that I could suck on her neck. The pussy was feeling so good, that it felt like my dick was growing a couple of inches while I was inside her.
My phone that I had resting on the counter started ringing. It was close to us, so we both looked. I saw that it was Rico hitting me, so I went ahead, and ignored the call. I did that twice, and the nigga continued to call my phone.
“Fuckkkkk! Can I not get some pussy in peace? What the fuck?” I snapped, reaching over, sliding the bar across on my phone. Still digging deep into Dionne, I went ahead and answered the phone.
She had her head thrown back, eyes closed, in her own world, not paying attention to what was happening around her.
“What nigga? Damn!” I spat.
“Fuck is you doing? I been trying to hit you. What the fuck happened after the club?” Rico asked me.
“Tavionnnnn…. Shittttt…. I love youuuu” Dionne moaned, not caring that I was on the phone, but then again, she was so zoned out, in her own little world, that she probably just didn’t know.
“That’s what I’m doing, nigga! I’ll call you back in fifteen,” I snapped, and then I hung the phone up on him.
“I’m about to cummmmm,” she let me know, putting her hands on my ass, so that she could bring me deeper into her.She started squeezing my dick with her pussy muscles, and next thing I know, I was throwing my head back, getting lost in her shit, and as she was hollering out to me that she was cumming, I started doing the same thing, nutting all inside of her.
I was in one of those moods, where I was on go, so after giving us both a few seconds to calm down, I was in her again. We went at it hard in the bathroom. I let her tap out three rounds later, and when she did, we got in the shower to wash off.
It was a quick wash off because Dionne could barely keep her eyes open and hold her own body up. She was exhausted. We eventually finished up, and I gave her a towel to wrap around her body, and I wrapped one around my waist. We walked out into the bedroom, where she applied lotion to her body, and she went in one of the drawers, where she just pulled out a pair of panties, and that’s all she wore to climb in bed, and she lay in the middle.
She rested on her side, with her eyes on me, watching as I dropped the towel, and I slipped into some briefs. All I could think about was the crazy ass shit that she did in the bathroom, and the tantrum that she threw. Because of that, I shook my head at her.
“You crazy as fuck,” I had to let her know. As if she was embarrassed, she had the nerve to lay there and not even say anything.
“Why you allow your mind to go so far left? You really think I was fuckin you like that because I was prepared to kill that nigga, and take on a life sentence?” I wanted to know. She even knew that shit sounded dumb, so she just stared back at me with weak eyes, as she shrugged her shoulders.
“I don’t know. That dick felt like goodbye,” she responded.
