“I knew you would be worth it,” I say on a watery and seductive purr that causes him to chuckle.
“Less talking, more slathering my sheathed dick with your juices.” His words coincide with the quick speed of him rolling a condom down his pole.
Once he’s done, he removes the minimal separation between us and picks me up before he slams me onto his dick.
“Whoa! This pussy is something else, smooch.”
My eyes pinch because his words and his pained reaction throw me slightly off my game. I don’t have a chance to rebound because he repeats the action several times, and my pussy loses its moisture from the uncoordinated and weak strokes I’m experiencing.
“Grr—fuck! This pussy got diamonds in it.”
What the hell is going on right now? I know good and damn well this man ain’t about to cum already . . . son-of-a-bitch.
“Yesss.” The grunts and quick jerks from my companion twist my nose and cause a deep frown to form.
“I know you’re fucking lying,” I say.
“You got a toy or something? I’m gonna need some help for the next round. I’ll eat your pussy and fuck you, but I’m gonna need some help.”
“Put me down, nigga.” My voice holds no option for rebuttal as my body heats like a two-alarm fire on the brink of reigniting.
The man does what I ask, and for a second, all I can do is stand with my arms crossed and stare at him wordlessly. My attitude increases when he yawns and stretches like he’s put in enough work to be sleepy.
“Get out.” My dry ass pussy cusses me out, and I realize there is no way to salvage this complete and utter letdown.
“I can fix this, smooch. Let me get you off, and then I’ll leave.”
Are you out of your damn mind?
“You know what? Fine. But you better know how to fuck me with an aide better than you did with that waste of meat God blessed you with. Why weren’t you a nigga born with a carrot instead of a sledgehammer? This is some bullshit.”
“I got you. Just grab your little friend, and let’s finish what we started.”
This nigga.
“What little friend?”
“The one most single women keep on lonely nights.”
You’ve got to be kidding me? Better yet, why the hell am I about to entertain this shit?
Duh. You didn’t get your release. That’s why.
I grunt and grumble before I storm toward my closet to grab the toiletry bag where I keep all my toys. I’m frustrated so I grab the first thing I hit, knowing that everything I own is capable of me reaching an orgasm. I turn around with my toy in hand and walk to my bed before I lie down and spread my legs. I lift the toy and switch it on before I place it on my pussy. My girl knows what time it is and moistens only a second after contact.
“That’s what I’m talking about.”
“Aht. Aht. No talking.”
I don’t have time to risk the opportunity to reach a release for a second time tonight messing around with this man. So all I need him to do is use his hands and let my toy bring me to the orgasm he clearly isn’t capable of doing. I didn’t drink enough to forget the failure this night has become. This is some bullshit.
Chapter 8
Alijah
*zzz. zzz. zzz*
“Hold it steady. Mm. Yeah.”
