Ultimately, I didn’t trust his ass, after laying across the bed, with his nut dripping out of me, heart still racing. He’d eaten my pussy until there were tears in my eyes, and that had me paranoid. Had me thinking. Wondering if he was going around eating other pussies like that. Or putting his tongue in their assholes. I just didn’t know, but I wouldn’t quite call it jealousy.
“So, you just wanted to pop up on a nigga, huh?” He smirked, which wasn’t surprising. Unlike me, Jah loved when I’d act out, and show possessiveness. Maybe because that was primarily his role in our relationship. So, he enjoyed whenever the shoe was on the other foot.
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself.” I rolled my eyes.
Laughing, he wrapped his arms around my waist. “So, I aint put it down this morning, and make you glitch?”
“Hell, no,” I giggled, while he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“Come here.” He grabbed my hand.
“Where are you going?” I questioned, right before he guided me back to the third bedroom, where nobody had been fucking.
“Let me show you something.” He released my hand to close and lock the door.
“No uh.” I shook my head. “I aint fucking you in here.”
He smiled. “Why not?”
“Cause,” I responded, while he wrapped his arms around me. “I wouldn’t dare, after I just talked about them hoes in the living room.”
“Damn, what was you saying?” He slipped his hand into my sports bra.
“Basically that they’re at the bottom of the barrel for hanging in a trap.”
He stroked my nipple. “I mean…that is bopper behavior.”
“Exactly,” I agreed, while he lifted my bra, freeing my titties. “So, what I look like falling in line?”
“You aint falling in line,” he claimed, as he juggled my titties in his huge hands.
“I would be, if I let you fuck me.” I craned my neck and gazed up at him.
“Nah, this is different.” He released a boob to grip my shorts.
“How you figure?”
“Cause.” He yanked my shorts off, dropping them to the floor. Then went my panties. “They some birds. You my wife.”
I sucked my teeth, as I fully stepped out of my shorts and panties, before turning to face him. “You might as well grab my clothes off the floor and put them backon. Cause I aint fucking you in this house. I know that Jaylen’s nasty ass don’t be changing these sheets.”
“That’s cool,” he growled, before abruptly swooping me off my feet.
Not wanting to fall, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and hooked my arms around his neck.
“Jahrein, you don’t listen,” I whined, as he walked us over to the dresser, before sitting me in front of the vanity mirror.
“I do listen,” he lied, as he dropped his pants and boxers all in one swoop. “That pussy is talking to me.”
“Jahrein—” I gasped, as he pushed his hard dick through my folds.
Spreading my legs apart, before tossing them over his shoulders, he sensually long stroked me, causing my toes to curl.
“Umm,” I moaned, as the dresser slammed against the wall.
Aggressively, he pounded into me, making our skin clap loudly.
“Jah, stop,” I whimpered. “They…they can hear us.”
