I groaned. “Daee, if I gotta yank yo’ ass up…”
Hesitantly, she stood. When she did that, her scent grew stronger, causing my shit to twitch. It was as if I were a damn hound dog. That pussy was leaking.
“C’mere.”
“Shad,” Daee whispered.
“Girl, bring yo’ funky ass here.”
Her eyes narrowed in slits, but her feet moved. She kept a distance between us, but once Daee was standing in front of me, I gripped the shirt she wore and jerked her over to me. She started to say something, probably some smart shit, but I stopped her by gripping the front of her neck tightly and doing some shit I rarely do. I kissed her.
I was expecting Daee to slap fire out of my ass or push me away from her, but instead, she kissed me back, moaning between our lips. My tongue pushed past her lips. Sweet. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around her throat groped her ass. It was soft and thick. I squeezed and kneaded, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me.
Daee’s moans grew louder, vibrating against my tongue, and I swear to God it was the best sound I’d heard in a long ass time. This was just a sweet, gentle, somewhat passionate kiss. This wasn’t me claiming shit. Daee was fine and all, but I ain’t want no attachment. I wanted to fuck, the snow to melt, and for her to get the fuck on. I was already pushing it by putting my mouth on hers, but I couldn’t help it. That’s why I knew she had to get the fuck on, ‘cause she was making me do shit I don’t fuckin’ do.
My hand went under the shirt, cupping her mound. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy through the cotton material. I pushed the boxers she wore down and picked Daee up, sitting her bare ass on my kitchen table. My hand found its way back between her thighs, my fingers exploring her silky, wet folds.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned singingly.
Daee reached out to grab my dick, but I knocked her hand away. I plunged two fingers inside, causing her to gasp and drop her head backwards. Her walls tightened around my fingers, and I had to bite back a groan. Daee was wet, tight, and felt like heaven. I watched her face. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as I worked my fingers inside her, curling them just right to hit that spot that made her whole body tremble.
No feelings.
No attachments.
Just pure, unadulterated pleasure.
“Shad…” she breathed out, her voice shaky.
“What?” I asked, bringing her face close to mine with the grip still around her neck. I pecked her lips and then ran my tongue along them, before kissing her again.
I pumped my fingers faster, harder, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the small area. Daee’s hips started to move, grinding against my hand, chasing that orgasm. I could feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around my fingers. Her breathing came in short, sharp gasps. I placed my mouth nearher ear and asked, “You gon’ come for me, Daee? You gon’ come all over my fingers right here on my kitchen table?”
That’s all it took. A loud, guttural moan tore from Daee’s throat as she exploded. I didn’t stop. I worked her through it, my fingers coated in her juices. When Daee finally had enough, she gripped my wrists, and her head fell forward against my chest.
I slowly removed my fingers and looked down to see them glistening, and then I peered over at her, dazed with a satisfied face.
“It’s been a long time?” I mumbled.
“Too long,” she breathed out. Daee looked up.
Bringing my fingers to my mouth with my eyes never leaving her, I licked them clean. Her taste is sweet, tangy, and addictive. I ain’t did no shit like that either, but I was fuckin’ compelled to do it just now.
Her eyes widened, desire in their depths. I could see the questions forming in her mind, but this was just a fuck. Picking Daee up, her legs wrapped around me as I carried her to the bedroom. I could feel her breath against my neck—little puffs of air.
This was a bad idea.
The worst fuckin’ idea.
I was dead ass serious when I told Daee that I didn’t fuck in my bed. Ain’t no bitch been over here, but here I was about to fuck her so damn good in my shit, I was about to rearrange Daee’s organs and ruin her life. I hate that for her.
I wasn’t about to stop. I couldn’t. My dick was thinking for me now, and what the fuck he said goes. It was telling me to get her ass on that bed and fuck the brakes off Daee.
And I was.
I kicked the door open, not even bothering with the light. The moon cast a glow across the room, illuminating the messof blankets on my king-sized bed. I dropped Daee onto the mattress. She bounced, a little gasp escaping her lips.
“You’re an asshole,” she muttered through a soft giggle.
