When I say that I couldn’t breathe, I wasn’t being dramatic. I really couldn’t, but I was still going at it. He let the sides of my face go probably ten seconds later, and when I came up, I caught my breath, and I was right back at it, all kind of spit on his dick. Five minutes straight of quality dick sucking, and I made him nut right there, getting as much as I could in my mouth, so that I could swallow it, and that’s when I pulled away, leaning back, smiling at my handywork.
“She may cause problems, and stress a nigga the fuck out, but that head is lethal,” he released, once he caught his breath, and was able to speak.
I knew what I wanted after that, so I turned around, got down on my hands, and knees, and I pulled one of the pillows from the head of the bed, so that I was able to rest my head on it, while I turned around to look at him.
“Shit,” he let out in appreciation, coming closer to the bed, just so that he could stare at my pussy from the back.
He admired it for a few seconds, and then he got down on his knees, so that he was leveled, and the pussy was right in his face, and from there, he proceeded to eating me so beautifully. His full lips wrapped around my clit, softly sucking on it. I moved my body back and forth against his tongue, just wanting to get in on the thrill. All it took was about two minutes more of that, and there I was, cumming again. Like I knew he would, he didn’t let up on my pussy. He continued licking, and I was right there, riding the wave, body eventually bucking, and I erupted on his tongue for the second time, letting him know that I was cumming again.
I pushed away at his head, and he allowed me to tap out. I flipped myself over on my back, and he pulled me by my ankle, as he stood up from the bed, wanting me down at the edge. My pussy juices were all in his beard, the corners of his mouth, along with his lips. Always liking to get a taste of it, I sat up a little bit, sitting myself up on my elbows, and we made out so sensually. I was so deep into the kiss, that this man took me off guard when he slipped it in. It slipped in so fast, and deep, that I jerked from the pressure of it, and I looked at him with wide eyes.
He had the nerve to tell me that I was showing off, when it was indeed him showing off because I don’t think that dick has ever been that deep inside of me before. Tank fuckin me with glasses on was a sight to see, for sure.
“Why…. Why you fuckin me like thisssssss?” I moaned, eyes rolling, not able to keep a steady gaze on him.
He brought my legs up, bending them, holding me by the front of my legs, and proceeded to just full out dump dick in me.
“Fuckin you like what?” he asked, and then his nasty ass spit on my pussy, even though I was already wet, and he got to digging. I mean, digging like he was looking for something.
“Baby….” I couldn’t even say anything else.
“Baby, what? Tell me. I’m finding that spot?” he asked.
“Yesssssss….” I cried out.
“Tell me that then, bae. You know I like to hear it,” he pumped even harder, and my moan got caught up in my throat, so I never got to tell him that I was cumming.
I came so hard, and he held my legs together, and started beating the pussy up some more, where I came even harder the second time.
I got the kind of dick from Tank where my dignity had gone out of the window. The moaning, the screaming, the crying, the goofy shit that I was telling him because I just loved him so much, and I couldn’t control what was coming out of my mouth, was all evidence of how good that dick was.
When he was through with me, the sun was rising. I somehow managed to make it to the head of the bed, and because I had no energy, he had to wrap the comforter around me.
“That was everything, baby. Ima upload our video, so that we can make a little bit of money off it,” he said.
I knew his ass was lying. Even if he wasn’t, I was in no position to argue with him. My body completely shut down on me. My head hit the pillow, and it was lights out for me. It was morning time, and truthfully, I might not wake up until sometime tonight.
Chapter 16
Rico Briggs
Judgement Day
Today was the day. I’ve been on pins and needles, waiting for this day to roll around. From the moment that I took my ass out to my university, thinking that I was going to suit up, and practice with the rest of the team, up until this moment, I have been on edge. It was one of those things where I knew I had a great lawyer stepping behind me, and I knew that I’ve been on a long press run for weeks now, trying to apologize to the people, and take ownership of the wrong that I’d done, but I was still nervous. Nervous because I didn’t know how this shit was going to play out.
Today, we were having what’s called a league disciplinary hearing. It wasn’t the traditional style courtroom set up and shit. This kind of hearing didn’t call for all the extra stuff. We were just going to be in a large room, where I was faced with a whole bunch of people in private, and it was up to them to make the decision on whether I still had a career ahead of me. It was up to the league to make this call, so even though I’d got back good with my coaches over the weeks, and I’ve apologized for letting them, and my teammates down the way that I did, they still couldn’t make that call for me. This shit was out of their hands.
I would also find out what my consequences were going to be today. Any fines, requirements that they felt like I deserved in this kind of situation. The thing is, I didn’t care about the fines, or whatever harsh requirements that they were going to give to me. I’ll take all that. I just didn’t want them to take away ball from me. I would lose my fuckin mind. I hated that with the shit I was up against, that my family couldn’t come out, and support me through it. I could only come with Donovan, my lawyer. Even though I had him by my side, I still felt like I was going to be ganged up on because I had to face the league officials, the league’s legal counsel, and all my school’s athletic department representatives.
“You ready?” Donovan asked me, after we’d just made it out of the security checkpoint. We were at a federal building, so we had to go through metal detectors, where we were patted down and shit, and had to show our ID’s.
“Yeah man. I’m nervous, but I’m just ready to get this shit over with,” I let him know.
“It’ll all work in your favor. I feel like you’ve been on a high horse of having the best of fuckin luck,” he reminded me, just like everyone else in my life has been these days.
I’ll admit that my luck has been good. I beat an entire fuckin murder case. It was no way that that case was supposed to get dropped, especially since Alecia told me that detective Bryant was one of the best, and that he didn’t close cases. I just knew that he was going to try to take me down for that murder, but he didn’t. I dodged that shit, and just last week, I dodged the bullshit that happened after Tank’s birthday party.
I underestimated Jax. I knew that a lot of the shit that Jax did, he would do it because he would follow Toby. Never in a million years did I expect him to pull up, guns blasting, ready to shoot up an entire crowd of people. Tank made me leave the scene, so I was never questioned about that shit. It was as if Iwas never even there. I hated the fucked-up situations that I kept getting in, but now that Jax, and Toby were out of the picture, that monkey was officially off my back, and I should stay out of trouble for good now.
