My eyes were focused on his lips and how juicy they looked. I decided to throw caution to the wind, as I stood on my tiptoes, puckering my lips. I thought he would meet me halfway, but instead, he mushed me with his big ass hand.
“Keynauri, what the hell?” I shrieked.
“I know damn well you didn’t think you were about to kiss me after you let that lame ass nigga put his mouth on you. Hell no. Go take your ass in the bathroom and brush your teeth and gargle. In fact, you need to wash your entire body. You aren’t about to lay up with me with his scent on you. Go ahead and adda little bleach to the water to kill all the germs, too,” he fussed, with his nose turned up in disgust.
I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling, then shuffled my feet toward the bathroom. Keynauri smacked my ass as I walked by.
“I can’t stand you, I swear.”
“As long as you love me, that’s the only thing I care about.” Keynauri winked before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. By the time I returned, he was naked, smoking another blunt. He looked sexy as fuck, but I giggled seeing the serious expression on his face.
“Why are you glaring at the wall?” I asked. I stepped between his legs and attempted to wrap my arms around his neck. Keynauri moved his head, so I took a step back.
“What’s wrong?” Nervousness settled in the pit of my stomach.
“I’m sitting here thinking about how fucked up you’ve got me. You were really about to give my pussy to that wack-ass nigga. Are you fuckin’ crazy?” Keynauri stood up, with his dick swinging, and set the remainder of his blunt on my nightstand. He sauntered back over to me, and his hand wrapped around my neck. My airways were constricted for a moment, but he paid my struggles no mind and pushed me up against the nearest wall.
“Let me make myself abundantly clear, shorty. You belong to me. I don’t give a fuck what we go through or how mad you get at me. Don’t you ever in yo’ fuckin’ life try me like you did tonight. If you have a problem with anything in our relationship, open yo’ fuckin’ mouth and talk to me. If I piss you off or do something to hurt your feelings, you better take it out on this dick, because if I catch you in another nigga’s face, I’ma make sure they have the best sermonic soloist to sing you into Heaven’s gates. Play with Latasha’s baldheaded ass. Don’t ever play with me. Do you understand me?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
“Good girl. Get yo’ ass over there and bend over. I don’t know whether I want to strangle you or fuck you senseless. Hell, I might do both,” he vented. I tried to hide my smile as I turned to follow his instructions.
“Ugh!” Keynauri plunged into me with no warning.
I stood bent over the bed while he pummeled my pussy from behind. One hand gripped my neck, and the other smacked my ass. The pain of his hits stung, but it turned me on even more. My pussy leaked every time his hand made contact with my skin.
“Oh, baby!” I shrieked, feeling him bottom out. Keynauri fucked me like he hated me, and my legs shook from the intensity of the pleasure and pain. I leaned forward, but he wasn’t having it.
“Naw, bring yo’ ass back. You thought that nigga was gon’ be able to fuck you better than me? Huh?”
“No, baby. I swear!” My hands pulled at the sheets for leverage as he tried to push all ten inches of his length inside of me. My pussy was spasming out, making farting sounds, and leaking down my legs. I thought I was peeing on myself for a second until I realized I had squirted.
“Oh, God! Please!”
“Don’t bother calling on Big G tonight. He’s busy, and you gon’ take all this dick since you wanted to play with me.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I promise, I am.”
“I don’t want to hear any of that shit. Spread your legs for me, and don’t you fuckin’ cum,” he demanded. Doing as I was told, I spread my legs wider, giving him more access to me. Keynauri pulled my hands behind my back, holding them in his hands while he fucked me.
“This pussy so fuckin’ good. You must want me to catch a body behind this shit.”
His strokes hurt so good, and I could feel my lower belly tightening against my will.
“Baby, I’m—”
“Who told you to cum? Huh?”
“I’m sorry, baby. I tried to hold it in.”
Keynauri abruptly pulled out of me, and my body fell to the bed. I turned over onto my back to catch my breath. He hadn’t cum yet, so I knew he wasn’t finished. I watched him walk over to the nightstand, grab his blunt, and light it. When he turned around to face me, my eyes landed on his hard dick, sticking straight in the air, coated in my cream. Fine wasn’t even the right word to describe the man standing before me. He was more than a man; he was a fucking king.
He took a couple of pulls from his blunt before sauntering back over to me. I watched him intently, trying to anticipate his next moves, but he was unpredictable. With one hand holding his blunt, he used his other hand to slide my body toward the edge of the bed.
“Ooh.” I hissed when he pushed back inside of me. The fullness triggered my muscles to clasp around him.
“Damn, baby. Look at you cumming on this dick already. You always take this dick so well.”
