I never had it shootin' outta me like that before. His lips stayed wrapped around it, tongue pressin' up to guide the flood, workin' the stream down his throat and moanin', completely obsessed with me.
It felt like the orgasm never fuckin' ended. It kept goin’ and goin’… Past the point when my body collapsed under him, chest risin’ like I'd just been buried and re-born.
"Didn’t think you had nothin’ this fuckin’ good in you," I remember him sayin' as I stared up at the night sky, at the stars, never feelin’ true ecstasy before. He stayed buried between my thighs and ate while I laid there, dead weight, limp, legs sprawled out as if they weren't mine anymore.
His tongue dragged wide, cleanin' me, collectin’ the mess he made, leavin’ no drop belonging to him behind. When hefinally lifted his head, he closed my legs, pressin’ my knees shut, holding them together with one palm.
He pulled the button-up off his shoulder, wiped down his face.
Then finally he fuckin’ looked at me through a drunken gaze—eyes dark, pupils wide, lids heavy. It was the first time he looked at me since I spread my legs.
“Don’t fuckin’ confuse it. This ain’t ‘cause I wanted to fuck you. It’s ‘cause I could’ve—easy.” His eyes roamed my body, my tits, his fingers squeezin' my knees like he wasn't done with me. “I could’ve fucked you, but you’ll never get me like that, and you sure as fuck'll never get my cock. So here’s some fuckin’ honesty you can sit on…”
He wiped the back of his neck,wishin'I'd let him fuck, but then he was actin' like he was the one who stopped.
“Who gives a fuck who wants you? After tonight—you do.” He lifted his brows. “Youwant you. That’s what matters. ‘Cause I just watched a fuckin’ queen climb up on this hood and spread her legs for someone who don’t even want her. Then shove it in his mouth.”
He's still frontin' actin' like he did me a favor, like I'd never orgasmed before, tryin' to prove somethin'. Like he don't want me—yeah, okay, keep tellin' yourself that while your mouth's still waterin'.
True story: if I told him to whip it out, he'd do it without question.
And he kept runnin' his mouth—“This ain’t about me not wantin’ you—never was. This was about you knowin’ what you got and provin’ it when someone else don’t see it—including yourself. ‘Cause you were the one who needed a reminder tonight, and you didn’t need a bastard like me to get on his knees and beg for you to feel important. You did that all on your own.”
I didn't have anything to say at that point.
He exhaled through his nose, hand slippin’ away from my knees.
One brow kicked up. “That do it for you?”
I nodded, and he broke the stare, rippin' his eyes off me, then stepped back, balled up the shirt, and chucked it into the trash, actin' like I was nothin' but a mess he had to clean up, but no doubt he was lickin' his fingers the whole way home.
He never glanced back.
He got smaller under the streetlights.
Until he was gone."
// CIRCULATION — LATE AUGUST '17 — JERSEY //
[RoxyBianco.mp3] — “Tell me why this man spread me openjustto say I ain’t gettin’ his dick.” The audio cuts off at her laugh—high, breathless, cocky.
Ten girls listened at once.
“On God—por Dios, he ate my assfirst.”
“He made me hold my pussy open andspit inside.Who the fuck does that?”
By noon, Roxy was spillin' the story at the salon, under dryers in Bayonne, nail files pausin’ mid-buff.
“He spent twenty extra minutes just eatin’ me clean after I came.”
“Bro was obsessed.”
Brows lifted. Scissors stopped mid-snip.
“He ain’t even touch himself?”
Roxy retold it everywhere she went,
