“This aint my pussy?” He questioned, while smacking my ass. “Huh?”
I didn’t respond, making him thrust that big dick deeper.
“Uhhhh!”
“You better fucking tell me something, Summer.” He pounded into me. “Is it mine?”
“Yesssss!”
“That’s what I fucking thought.”
When I slightly lifted my upper body, he leaned in, cuffing my sore titties, while fucking me.
His pumps were short, but deep, while somehow stimulating my clit. That’s when I started throwing this ass back, chasing a nut.
Passionately, we fucked, while he craned his neck to tongue-kiss me. We could hear my pussy smacking, while his balls loudly slapped my pussy lips.
“Summer—”
My eyes popped open to see Sassy standing at the top of the stairs, obviously coming from the first floor.
“Oh, shit,” she gasped, after laying eyes on us. She then immediately spun around, looking at something on the stairs behind her. “Wait, Jinny! Don’t come up. She’s indecent!” She said almost in a panic.
Hearing that name, I tried to wiggle from underneath Ricky, but he locked down, preventing me from moving.
“Ricky,” I whimpered in a whisper. “That’s his assistant. You gotta get up.”
“You think I give a fuck? You and that nigga is coming to an end. One way or a fucking nother.”
I felt like the dirtiest whore, as he kept fucking me openly on the couch, making me have the biggest orgasm of my life.
***
“Give me another kiss, and I’ma go, for real,” Ricky claimed, as he held me in his arms, rubbing my ass through my silk robe.
My heart was racing, as Harlem’s flight had already landed, and this nigga was still in my house, after fucking me for hours. Now, I’d finally walked him to the door, after convincing him to let me handle Harlem.
Knowing that I needed to take a bath, because his cum was still saturated between my slit, I pouted. “Ricky, you said that five minutes ago. Come on.”
“So?” He gripped my ass, while humping me. “Give me another kiss.”
Sighing, I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips. Of course, he took it a step further, dipping his tongue into my mouth.
We sloppily kissed, while leaning against the front door.
“Ricky,” I eventually broke the kiss, and whined. “It’s time to go.”
He gazed down at me. “Then tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Ricky,” I confessed. “With all my heart.”
He nodded. “Love you too. I’ma call you in a lil’ bit. Answer the phone. Regardless if that nigga is here or not.”
Not wanting to argue, I nodded. “Okay.”
“Alright.” He finally unlocked the door, before pulling it back, and stepping outside.
“Be safe,” I encouraged, before watching him step off my porch.
