“Fuuuuck,” she whispered. “What are you doing to me?”
“You musta forgot my name was the pussy monster.” She bent her head and took my dick back into her mouth again and started slobbing and bobbing faster and deeper. I could feel her tonsils. That shit had me moaning into her pussy. “Yeah, fuck… suck that dick, baby.”
I pushed my fingers deeper and sucked her clit harder. Taelyn started shaking again. “Godddd! I… I can’t… focus,” she moaned, lifting her head. “You eating me like… shiiittt…”
“Like I missed yo’ ass,” I finished for her.
I ate that pussy and finger fucked her ass, curling my fingers just right until her whole body started shaking. “Mhm,” I said, voice rough against her pussy. “Gimme that shit.”
She cried out, then came all over my mouth, dripping down my beard, all wet and messy. I loved that shit. She collapsed, face buried in my thigh, breathing crazy. I pulled my finger out her ass and played with her clit. Gently. “Damn, Ahmad…” she panted, rotating her hips a little.
“You good? Talk to me.”
I pushed her back towards my tongue, slurping on that pretty mahfucka again, and she started whining, saying she couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t care. I needed every last drop. Taelyn screamed when she came again, legs shaking, pussy leaking from my beard to my chest. Smirking, I licked my lips and pulled back. Moving her off me, I helped her lay down against the pillows. She was still breathless, dazed.
I leaned over her, my mouth still wet, and kissed her neck. “You good?” I asked again.
She gave a weak nod, eyes still half-closed. “You… really missed me, huh?”
“Hell yeah. I ain’t gotta lie to kick it.”
The moment her eyes opened and locked on mine, I saw a little smirk forming. Then, she rolled over, got on all fours, and turned around to face me, lips parted and eyes low like she already knew what time it was. “Lay back,” she instructed, voice low, almost a whisper.
I raised a brow. “You givin’meorders now?” She licked her lips, and I chuckled, doing what the fuck she told me to. I lay back on the bed, hands behind my head, dick bricked up. Taelyn crawled over me, moving slowly. The look in her eyes had me on edge. “Look at you,” I muttered. “What you got for me?”
That’s when she twisted her hair up into a bun and dipped low, wrapping her lips around my dick. She moaned as she went down, tongue swirling. “Mmm…”
I clenched my jaw and exhaled through my nose. “Shit…”
Taelyn pulled back, letting her spit drip down the length of my dick before stroking it, then sucked me in again, deeper this time. She was locked in, eyes up at me like she had something to prove.
“Yeah, just like that,” I coached, voice low and rough. “Keep goin’.”
She moaned, one hand gripping my thigh, the other cupping my balls. Her pace was confident, like she wanted to erase every other mouth I ever had on my dick in the past. Her mouth was warm, wet, and fucking perfect. Her tongue lickedright under the head, then she pulled back and let spit fall from her lips, stroking me while she caught her breath. She started moving faster, twisting her wrist at the base while her mouth went to work.
“Fuuuck, Tae,” I hissed. “Yo’ nasty ass…” She stayed locked in, messy and focused, eyes never leaving mine. That shit did something to me and had my abs tightening. I knew I was about to nut something crazy. She sucked harder, and I gripped the back of her head. “Goddamn…”
That nut hit me harder than I expected. I groaned loudly, deep from my chest, while she stayed on me, swallowing every drop, moaning and shit. I held her head to steady myself, heart pounding. She pulled back slowly, licking her lips, all satisfied and cocky.
I looked down at her, still catching my breath. “You proud of yo’self?”
She smirked. “You look a little breathless, boo. You alright?”
I shook my head, laughing, still trying to recover. “Just tryna figure out how I’mma fuck the Mario coins outta that pussy. You earned it.”
She crawled up and kissed my neck, then whispered, “You’ll find a way, but first… I need a little break.”
I laughed, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her on top of me. “Aight. Grab them cards and let’s talk.” I kissed her forehead and watched her crawl off the bed, ass jiggling. Shaking my head, I gripped my dick as that mahfucka jumped. “Chill,nigga. We got time.” I damn sure wasn’t done with Taelyn, not even close.
“‘W h a t ’ ss o m e t h i n gy o uthink people misunderstand about you?’” I read aloud, squinting at the card before glancing over at Ahmad laid up next to me.
He had one arm behind his head and the other lazily resting on his chest, a fresh blunt tucked between his fingers. The softest bass from my playlist played low in the background, and the candles I’d lit earlier were still flickering with a warm glow. Taking a sip of Patrón, I just watched him with low eyes.
He looked over at me, lips pulling into that little crooked smirk. “Damn. You really tryna get deep, deep wit’ this game.”
I grinned, sipping from the bottle. “I mean, that’s the categoryyoupicked. Don’t run from it.”
He took a slow pull of the blunt, holding the smoke before exhaling toward the ceiling. “Aight,” he said after a moment. “Iguess… I think people assume I don’t give a fuck ‘bout shit. Like I’m just out here floatin’. But I care. I just don’t show it the way they want me to.”
