Daee crawled over and straddled me. My hands slid up to cup both her breasts, my thumbs brushing over hard nipples.
Daee slid down, circling her hips. I tucked my bottom lip in as she started to take more of me. Just the sensual roll of her hips had a nigga seeing stars. Daee leaned forward, bracing her small hands on my chest. She picked up her pace, riding me as if she owned a nigga. Riding me as if I wereherbitch.
That shit wasn’t happening.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I began to take back control, fucking her with quick, short, deep strokes. Daee’s mouth opened, and a loud, strangled moan tore from her throat with the look of pure ecstasy on her face.
“Come for me, Daee.” I was careful not to call herbaby, although that was on the tip of my tongue. I ain’t want to get shit twisted. “Come all over my dick.”
My thighs were burning, but I wasn’t letting up. I was hammering the fuck out of Daee. I wasn’t anybody's bitch, and I was making that shit very clear.
“Sh-Shad! Shad! Shad! Shaaaaaaad!” she hollered.
There was a beating against the wall. If I weren’t deep inside of Daee right now, I would’ve grabbed my gun and shot through that muhfucka. Every other night, I can hear those dirty muhfuckas fuckin’ sounding like hurt seals.
Daee continued to holler, and the beating continued. I stopped long enough to yell, “Stop hittin’ the fuckin’ wall ‘fore I blow both you ugly muhfuckas heads off!”
The beating stopped instantly. I didn’t know why they did that. Everyone in these damn apartments knew not to fuck wit’ me. They knew I ain’t have sense. They knew I was fucked up in the head and didn’t give a shit.
I turned my attention back to the woman I was under. That's the reason I was losing my damn mind. I wanted to eat her pussy. That’s how I knew I was losing my damn mind. When thiswas said and done, I might have to be put in a damn psych ward ‘cause who the fuck Daee think she gon’ fuck after me? I ain’t want no relationship, but she wasn’t ‘bout to be in one either.
Rolling over, I grabbed both Daee’s arms and held them above her head while fucking the shit out of her. I captured one nipple in my mouth and then the other. Her whimpering turns into cries. I flicked my tongue inside her ear, and Daee squealed, trying to move her head away.
“I’m finna come, Shad.”
“Come all over it, then Daee. Come for me. Give me all of that shit.”
I pulled out, and before she could even miss it, I pushed back inside, causing Daee to squirt. She looked horrified. That told me a nigga ain’t never made her squirt before.
Damn.
I buried myself inside of her one last time, my own release tearing through me like a tidal wave. I pulled my shit out just in time into my hand. Sweat prickled my forehead. I’d almost fucked up and released inside of Daee. Her pussy was that good and gripped me perfectly, but not too good for me to give her my juniors.
Chapter Six
Wait…
Did I squirt?
Did. I. Just. Squirt?
I don’t know what Shad did, but he made liquid fly out, and as much as I tried to stop it with my hands, it wouldn’t stop. Mortification washed over me. I was still lying here on Shad’s bed, in the dark, and I had just…gushed. All over him, too. All over his bed.
Shad had gone into his bathroom, I guess to wash himself. I heard water. I couldn’t even raise. My muscles felt like jelly. I’ve heard about…squirting. I’ve seen the exaggerated scenes in porn, but I thought that shit was fake. Thought it was just performance.
But it was real.
And messy.
That was some overwhelming pressure that had built up over the months I hadn’t been penetrated. I wasn’t even using toys. I was just straight celibate. Now…now Shad had ended it.
I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing somehow the floor would just open up and swallow me whole. What was Shad thinking? Was he in the bathroom to get away from me? Was he scrubbing his body with soap to rid himself of the nasty liquid? The pee! I had basically peed on the nigga!
Fuck that, Daee! Ain’t nothing nasty about you! That shit is…normal.
I felt the bed shift, and then I was scooped up.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked out.
