Jahrein pulled the phone from his face. “Is this nigga serious?” he placed the phone back to his ear. “Say my nigga, I aint gonna tell you this but once. Don't ring this phone no more. You aint got shit to say to mine. If you see her on the streets don't say shit. This me, nigga. Know that.” he ended the call.
He resumed kissing me as if he’d never stopped. I was soaking wet, but I was hesitant about going all the way. I guess he could sense how tense I was.
“Baby, relax. I just want to make you feel good.” he whispered into my ear as he untied my halter top.
Once my breasts were fully exposed I felt a slight chill that made my nipples harden. Jahrein hungrily took one into his mouth. He knew just how to suck them. As he twirled his tongue over it I damn near creamed on myself. I couldn’t help but squirm around.
“Be still.” he whispered as he pulled down my shorts. He looked at me in shock.“Where your panties at?”
“I forgot them at home.” I laughed.
“So, you wasn’t wearing any panties for that nigga?” he frowned.
“No, I knew that you’d be there.”
“Tell me anything.” he growled as he spread my legs apart.
He just sat and stared at my recently shaved pussy as if he was trying to capture that moment. He gently ran his index finger between the lips.
“You soaking wet.” he said as he rubbed my clit. “Listen to that.” he told me as he played in my wetness.
Jahrein then opened the lips wider and took a taste. He was licking slowly as if he was really trying to savorit. He was smacking and all as he darted his tongue all over my clit.
He was so into it that he grabbed me by the hips and lifted my lower body. He damn near had me upside down as he buried his entire head in my pussy. I was grinding the hell out his face.
“Oh, Jahrein, I miss this so much.” I moaned. He didn’t reply but picked up the pace.
“Uhh. Oh shit! Jahrein. Ja… baby oh my goodness. What are you trying to do to me?”
He rose his head up and his mouth was extra greasy. “Making sure you know what time it is.” he said right before he resumed eating me out.
I came extra hard as he continued to stroke my clit. When he finally released me his dick was stiff as a board. That nigga had to be at least twelve inches long. I couldn’t wait for him to dive in; my mouth.
I tried to take as much as I could down my throat. It seemed as though he had grown some. I don’t know how one man could pack around so much. I sucked and slurped until he was on the verge of cumming.
“Okay, give me some of that pussy, now.” Jahrein demanded.
I eagerly opened my legs. I braced myself as he tried to enter me. Khalil had a nice length, but Jahrein was almost twice his size in width. My husband would always stretch me to the limit. So, it wasn’t long before he could go no deeper. My walls were swallowing him whole. My baby tried to hold on, but he lasted a good four minutes in my wetness.
“Fuck, it’s been a while since I had this, baby. You gotta let a nigga get back used to this.” he said out of breath as he lay between my thighs.
“Okay.” I giggled.
He stared at me for a few seconds. “You know that it aint shit you can get past me, huh?”
“Where did that come from?” I asked him.
“Cause, pregnant pussy is the best pussy.”
Chapter 19
(He’s Mine/Mokenstef)
“He’s mine. You might’ve had him once but I got him all the time.”
“You’s a dirty bitch. I should’ve just let that hoe ass nigga have your nasty ass!”
“Yeah, hoe, I see you aint answering that phone. Answer and talk to me like a real woman.”
