I stepped out of my boxer-briefs while smirking. I crawled onto the bed, hovering over her.
“Fuck,” I mumbled.
“What?” she asked through an exhale.
“My rubbers are in my car.”
I could see Daee biting down on her lip. She grabbed my hips, trying to bring my body down.
“Just…this one time. I’m clean. You?”
Hoes be lyin’ too, I said in my head.
“Yeah. I ain’t got shit and don’t want shit.” I raised my brows.
“I’m clean,” Daee said again, this time agitated. “I haven’t had sex in months.”
I winced a little when Daee grabbed my chin hair to bring me down to her. The little pain subsided when our lips met, and she kissed me with a little too much passion. It was a deep, slow, and hungry kiss.
Grabbing my dick, I positioned it at her warm opening. “Shit, I've already licked you off my fingers. Once I start Daee, I ain’t stoppin’ ‘till I finish and I’m talkin’ round after round.”
I could feel how ready she was, how badly she wanted it. I couldn’t wait to bury myself inside her and lose my damn self. I couldn’t wait to fuck Daee until neither one of us remembers our own names.
“Okay,” she whispered between our lips.
I pushed inside.
No, I plunged. I plunged into Daee.
“Gaaaah daaamn,” I breathed. “Yo pussy got my dick in a wrestling move.”
Daee half giggled. “You’re big. I have to get used to it. Can you…Can you move slowly?”
“Slowly? Baby girl, I don’t even know what that is,” I jest. I was serious as fuck though. I normally beat the pussy up. Moving slowly was for couples. This wasn’t that.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried. I moved my hips as slowly as I could. I didn’t get it. Daee’s pussy was a Super Soaker, and she wanted me to move slowly in this shit?
Fuck that shit.
Picking her legs up and pushing them back, I went in deeper. Her hand flew to her stomach.
“Fuuuuck!” Daee moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
I started to move again, my strokes deep, long, and quick, a rhythm that was both punishable and pleasurable for both of us. I wasn’t making love to Daee. I was fucking her. Hard. Fast. From the sounds that were coming from her, she was loving this shit—every moment of it.
Grabbing Daee’s legs, I hooked them over my arms, spreading her wider. The new angle allowed me to go deeper, and I felt myself hit the bottom of her pussy, drawing a sharp cry from Daee. I ripped the shirt from her body; her perfect breasts bounced with every hard thrust. I wanted to mark her, but I shouldn’t. I wanted to leave my imprint all over her pussy…all over her body, but I shouldn’t.
I shouldn’t be doing this shit.
Daee’s eyes were hazy, but they found mine.
“Who’s fucking you, Daee?” I questioned with a hard thrust. Reaching down, I began to rub her clit. Daee’s face contorted into a beautiful, ugly expression.
“You, Shad. Shit,” she whimpered out.
That’s what I wanted to hear. I let go of Daee’s legs, pulling out. Looking down at my dick, it was covered in her cream.
“Ride me,” I growled, lying on my back.
