She stirred in her sleep rubbing her breasts against my dick. That started to wake a nigga up. I tried to nudge her over a little to relieve the pressure, but she wouldn’t budge. I really hated that I had to wake her, but she had to move, or else my dick was gon’ be pokin’ her chest.
“Hunz, stop. I was comfortable,” she whined.
“I know, baby, but you on my dick.”
She sat up so I could adjust. As my hand was in my shorts, she proceeded to straddle me. I pulled it out with dick in hand. I already knew what was up. Belle Air took care of me without telling her what I needed.
When she leaned down to kiss me, her oversized T-shirt rose. That wagon she was toting was on full display, my hands gripping each cheek. The kisses she was delivering made me harder than I already was. She was skilled at using her mouth in more ways than one.
As she kissed me, she reached under and placed me at her opening. I could feel the heat coming from within her tunnel. The warmth and wetness her pussy provided had a nigga counting sheep anytime I was in her. Belle had some grade A for real.
It took her a minute to work me in, but once in, I was ready for the ride. No matter how wet she was, I could never just slide in. Her lips were still occupying mine, and I was lowkey glad they were. When she started moving, I almost moaned in her mouth. Pregnant pussy had a nigga hooked for life.
Belle Air was taking her time with it. Every wave felt like it was slowed down to make sure I enjoyed the body of water it brought. Releasing the hold she had on my mouth, she sat up and let her eyes connect with mine. Her pace picked up a little, and so did the sheep count. My wife had a nigga gone in the head right now.
“You feel so good, husband.”
“As do you, wife.”
That brought a smile to her face and boosted her ego. Belle Air knew exactly how to please me. Anytime she was on top, she rode to perfection. Her pretty ass reversed her cowgirl and grabbed on to my legs. The way she threw that pussy on my dick put me in a trance. It was like her shit swallowed a nigga with pride, leaving trails of that white cream I loved.
“I swear this shit gettin’ better by the day.”
“Sss, this dick feelin’… mmm, shit…” She couldn’t finish her sentence.
The minute she sat up to feel all of me, I grabbed her waist and went in as deep as I could repeatedly. She had lost any control she held up until that point.
“Toooo deeeeeep. Fuck, I’m ’bout to cum.”
Hell, I was right behind her. She brought me to the tip, and I was ready to explode all in her shit. “Let go so I can too.” Like the good wife that she was, she listened and blessed a nigga with more fluid than I was expecting.
She sat there, with me still inside, doin’ a slow grind. If she wanted more, I would gladly give her what she was asking for. As long as my dick had contact with that dangerous shit she possessed, I wasn’t goin’ down.
When her movements went from bended knees and a slow grind to feet flat and a steady bounce, I knew she was about to take it up a notch. We picked a good day to relax.
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“Hunz, what are you doin’? We already late as is!” Belle yelled.
My wife was callin’ for me, but I was still on the shitter. My stomach was upset like a muthafucka. It just had to happen on the night of my best friend’s birthday party. How was I supposed to drink when my stomach had an attitude and shit?
“I’m comin’. Gimme a minute.”
“I gave you twenty! Let’s go!” she hollered.
“The fuck you in a rush for? Ain’t like you can let alcohol flow down that deep throat. Fuck you tryna see? And don’t forget the gift.” She was a lil’ too eager to hit the club and be sippin’ on water the whole time.
I finished up in the bathroom, then got dressed for the planned event. Belle was upset, but I gave zero fucks. When I was ready, we could head out. Until then, she could sit her thick ass down somewhere.
We stepped out the house in matching Gucci fits. Belle had on a dress that accentuated every curve God blessed her with. I might’ve slowed down, but I kept a blicky on me at all times. I wasn’t ’bout to play with none of those niggas about mine.
Journei decided to party at her wife’s club called Scorpios. I really didn’t like goin’ to Alexis’s spot with Belle Air. Them gay bitches thought they could turn any female gay, and them pressed niggas took no as a yes. The crowd Alexis attracted to her club was weird as fuck.
“Did you invite Gills? He needs to try to interact with people.” Belle cut the comfortable silence we had goin’ on during the ride.
“He an introvert, baby, but I did invite him. Him and Journei can finally meet each other. You know they threw shots at each other in school when I mentioned the other. Both said theydidn’t give a fuck who the other was as long as they knew who came first.”
“I always wondered how they never met with you bein’ the mutual party.”
