Had to.
If I didn’t see her, I would seeher,and I was trying my hardest not to see her. Mahogany. I couldn’t escape the thought of her. Laid in bed a couple of hours ago, hand wrapped around my dick, thinking about her. Ain’t done shit for weeks but thought about her. But tonight? Tonight, I put a stop to that shit. Called Daija about an hour ago and she pulled up immediately. I hadn’t fucked with her in about a month, so the shit was well overdue.
“That’s right. Just like that baby,” I mumbled, with a hand full of her hair, gripping her ass cheek with the other. “Good girl.”
She moaned and threw her ass back on me. I gripped her waist and whirled my hips, sliding deeper inside of her. She closed her eyes. I smacked her on the ass, urging her to open them back up. She listened, staring back at me with lazy eye contact, mouth slightly opened, with drool sliding down her lips. Putting my hand under her chin, I caught it and slipped my fingers in her mouth for her to suck. Once my fingers were nice and wet, I pulled them out and rubbed them against her clit. She moaned and slapped the bed before balling the sheets up. I had her right where I wanted. As I played in her puddle, I fucked her, my heavy balls knocking against her pussy, her juices splashing on me.
“Mmhmm. Give me this fuckin’ pussy. Wet ass pussy. You know you got some good pussy don’t you?”
“You make it good daddy.”
“Mmhmm. Keep them pretty ass eyes open too. You do what you just did, you gon’ make daddy mad. You want me mad?”
“Noooo,” she whined, throwing her ass back on me.
I pulled my fingers away from her pussy and put them in my mouth. She moaned; that freak shit turning her on.
Lightly, I sucked on my fingers, savoring the taste of her pussy. Sweet. As always. Sweet, but not the taste I wanted. I wanted it creamy. I wanted it… plain. Tasteless, like water, with just a tinge of sweetness at the end. I wantedheron my tongue. But… I settled. That’s what I was doing with Daija. Settling. I’d never had to settle in my life but today… tonight… that’s what I was forced to do. Was Daija’s pussy delectable? Did it grip me just right? Was she a good girl that listened? Yeah, but she wasn’t who I wanted. I wantedherto be a good girl. I wantedhercream on my tongue. I wantedherpussy wrapped around my dick.
Fuck was I doing?
I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about her.
I was supposed to be focused. Daija’s pussy was good enough to focus on. With my bottom lip pinched between my teeth, I slid deeper into her, spreading her phat ass cheeks open. She moaned. Her moans were nice. Weren’t like a soft melody to my ears. Didn’t hit likehersdid. Didn’t damn near make me bust. But… they sufficed.
I tossed my head back, eyes to the ceiling, trying my hardest to focus on who I was with and not who Iwantedtobe with. Daija grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on her neck.
“Where you at, baby?” She said through panting.
I looked at her. But I didn’t see her. I saw Mahogany. With gritted teeth, I wrapped my hand around her neck and choked her. She moaned. I choked her harder. Wanted to ask why she’d been stingy with the pussy. Why she’d been depriving not only me but herself of a good thing. I told Daija to arch further. She did. Eagerly. Daija was such a good girl. Mahogany? Not so much. She didn’t listen. Wouldn’t give me what I wanted. Not just her pussy. I wanted her. I wanted her near me. In the same room with me. Her energy intertwined with mine. I wanted to hear her voice. Wanted to smell her perfume. Wanted her to bless me with her presence. But she wouldn’t and that shit fucked with me. A lot.
Closing my eyes, I thought about Mahogany. Thought about the elevator. About how close I was to feeling her lips against mine. Thought about the way she smelled. Soft. Like vanilla and cashmere. Thought about her… with me… right now. I groaned. Plunged deeper into Daija. She slapped the bed again. Gripped the sheets like before and placed them between her teeth. I gripped a handful of her hair and yanked her headback, attacked her neck, searching for that familiar scent. But I got nothing. I mean, I gotsomething. Daija didn’t smell plain. Her scent just wasn’t intoxicating. It was clean. Soft. Subtle. Something I would forget the minute I pulled my head away.
I bit down on her skin, and plunged deeper inside of her, sitting there. She moved her hips, I gripped them. Told her not to move. While I was buried deep inside of her, I moved my hips, poking at her sensitive spot. Within seconds, she gave me what I knew she would. The flood gates opened and she pulled away, squirting all over the towel I laid down.
Once she was done, she laid flat on the bed, exhausted, as if I was done. I smacked her on the ass and told her to get up. She groaned but listened, went back to arching her back but I wanted her lips around my dick. I moved her, told her to give me a kiss, dick in hand, shaking it a little. She looked up at me with eager eyes before wrapping her hand around it and slowly sliding it into her mouth after softly kissing the tip. Her mouth was wet and warm, just the way I liked it.
I gripped her chin and urged her to keep her eyes on me as I pushed my dick further down her throat. She gagged. I pushed further. Slob ran from her lips, down my dick as I began to slowly fuck her face. Wished it washers. If it was hers, I would have made love to it. Would have been gentler. Would have caressed her jaw instead of held on to it. Would have called her a pretty good girl, while she gave me exactly what I wanted. Her tonsils. Her saliva. Her passion.
I tossed my head back again, eyes to the ceiling, thinking of her. Gave Daija what I would have given her. I was gentle. I was passionate. I slowed things down. I made love to her mouth. Only because in my mind, it washers.
Daija moaned.
I wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up.
But I didn’t. Didn’t need to. All I could hear was her. All I could feel was her. And got damn she was doing such a good job.
“Mmhmm. Just like that, pretty girl,” I mumbled.
That must’ve done something for Daija because right after, she went to sucking my dick with more passion than she ever had. I thrusted my hips forward, matching her tempo, and before I knew it, I was busting a nut down her throat. No thanks to her. All thanks toher. The pretty face I saw on my ceiling.
“What you about to do?”I asked, resting against the tufted headboard, after we were done.
Daija giggled, shook her head and sat on side of the bed. “I’m leaving Crescent, my God. You didn’t miss me even a little bit?”
“I did.”
She tossed the silk sheet from her body. “Why you trying to get rid of me so fast then?”
