“You didn’t put her out?”
“Of course, I did. She tried to fuck, and I turned her down,” I declared. “You pressing me about a bitch, but niggas sending you flight confirmations. Yo’ bags are packed. What’s really going on?”
She ejected a tight-lipped huff then went on to confess her plans to spend Christmas with Caleb. I thought it was flawed that she was willing to say fuck her family to be with someone she wouldn’t bring around them, but I kept my opinion to myself.
“So the study group story you told everybody about was bullshit?”
Nervousness seemed to crumple her spine. “Don’t I get credit for coming clean? It’s not like I’m going.”
“Yeah, but you planned to.” An amused laugh barreled up my throat. “Someone’s been a naughty fucking girl.”
I pushed her back on the floor and slid off her pajama pants. Just like at Nightstand, Essen wasn’t wearing any panties. A deep growl pushed through my lips as I flipped her over, leaving nothing but ass in my face. In between taking off my hoodie and undershirt, I placed kisses up her back. She shivered and moaned when my kisses turned into my tongue running up and down her spine.
“You always walking around with no panties on.” I smacked her ass then blessed the spot with my tongue. “You like walking around withmypussy out in the wild?”
“No, baby. I just got out the shower.”
“That answer ain’t good enough, mama.”
I treated her like a rag doll, holstering her body up on all fours. I smirked when I slipped my face under her pussy like I was under a car then moaned against her clit. “Pussy smells like water.”
“Fuck, baby. Suck on my clit. Suck on me, Loso,” she begged.
The vibration from my mouth seemed to jumpstart her hips. Essen rocked back and forth on my tongue and cried out for more. She had no idea I planned to make her cum all night. She had no idea that getting her off could get me off. Hard and intentional, I smacked one of her ass cheeks, birthing a lioness groan from Essen. With more space to move, I flicked my tongue over her clit until she was screaming again.
“I want to taste that pussy juice. Give it to me. You already got my beard soaked.”
Essen lowered herself on my face, so my tongue slid right in her pussy hole. I reached around her and placed my hand on her tailbone, encouraging her to ride my shit.
“Loso, I can’t hold it, baby. I’m fucking cumming. I’m cumming.”
I stuck two fingers in her honey. “Let that shit go. My beard ain’t wet enough.”
Essen grinded and moaned until her body was spent. She rolled onto her back, and I hardly gave her a second to breathe. Like the petite princess was a doll, I snatched Essen from the floor. She wrapped her legs around my waist and arms around my neck as I backed into a wall.
“Your dick is so big and long, you could fuck me standing up.”
I gnawed on her neck while asking, “Is that what you want? Naughty girls don’t get what they want.”
She giggled then swiped her tongue over my lips. “But you want it too. Stick it in me. Fuck me just like this.”
Her vulgar comment made my dick jerk. I could feel pre-cum ooze out the head before I fulfilled Essen’s request. As she fed me one of her nipples and sucked on the other, I basked in her tight pussy. I knew my dick wasn’t the type of meat you shove into a woman, so I took my time. I rotated my waist and worked my way into her gently. The sting of Essen’s nails digging into my skin made me slow my pace.
“You okay, pretty girl?”
She moaned into my shoulder. “Yes. It’s just so big.”
“You gon’ take it though, right? This is what you wanted.”
Her response became inaudible when I bench pressed her pussy onto my dick. Blessed with walls as tight as skinny jeans, I cried out every time I slipped her off and on my dick. There was no amount of shame that could keep my moans quiet, and the sound of my pleasure seemed to turn Essen on. Every time my pleasure beat through the room, she licked or bit into my skin like it gave her energy.
“Ah! Do that again,” I blurted. “Squeeze that pussy, mama.”
“You like it,” she teased, nibbling on the top of my nose. “I know you like it. I can feel you getting harder inside of me.”
“Mmm. Keep talking.”
She moaned. “I don’t think I can. I can’t—I know you feel—shit! Slow strokes, baby. Your pussy likes slow strokes.”
