“Yeah, these are fucking nice,” I grumbled while she continued to tease, no,tortureme.
“Yes, but my favorite are filthy hugs. These tend not to include clothes though. I will admit, they can get messy. Very wet, creamy, warm, and can be suffocatingly tight. They might be the most dangerous. Some have even died.”
My pants were down with my dick now in her hands as she stroked me, spitting on the tip and rubbing with just enough pressure.
“Oh please, Queen Lou. If I gotta go, let it be by the best hug ever.” It was like I said the magic words because the second the statement left my lips, Johnni’s wrapped around me, nice and fucking slow.
I caressed her hair while I pumped in and out of her mouth. Both of us were moaning but only I threw out praises to let Johnni know her throat was hugging me just right.
“Gotdamn, Lou, baby, that shit feels good as fuck.”
The deeper she inched me in, the more intense my thrusts were down her throat. The first gag had my knees buckling. But it was the spit that dripped out of her mouth that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Muthafuc—Lou, you already got my fucking heart and soul, what else do you want baby? Take whatever you want, the shit is yours, just don’t stop. Gotdamn…whew.” I caught her sly smirk as I made the mistake of glancing down, meeting her gaze and noticing her watery eyes before she blew spit bubbles, making a bigger mess.
Johnni knew she’d made me her bitch and was loving this shit.
Another gag came before she swallowed more of me, stretching her mouth wider.
“Harder,” she mumbled.
I snatched her hair back while I bent my knees, feeding her more of me, honoring her request.
“This what you want, Queen Lou? You wanted me to fuck this pretty ass mouth how I be doing my pussy, huh.”
Lourdè moaned her answer.
“Nice deep strokes. Let me see if this throat gon’ take this load how she does. I don’t know though, my pussy is my permanent kid holder.” I leaned her head back so I could get her ready. Johnni popped me out of her mouth, tapping my tip on her tongue.
“Flow right down my throat, Chief. I can handle all of you there too.” Without warning, I was back inside, with my dick twitching as I came with Johnni drinking me down.
“Agh, shit, Lou!” I panted as my body stilled.
“Baby, where did you say our honeymoon was going to be?”
She released me, now wiping her mouth with that same silly smirk on her face.
“Only heaven on earth, Mozambique in the motherland.” And like that, Johnni hit a button on her laptop, which started our presentation on the plans for our wedding.
“Nothing simple with my Queen Lou at all.”
“Nope.” I scooped her up, carrying her upstairs with me.
“I need another hug, baby, but this time from my pussy.” She giggled while I tapped her ass.
The more Johnni was in my space with me, the surer I was of what I had to do to make this reality for real.
TWENTY-ONE
Johnni
“Are you nervous?” Courtland asked as he held my waist while we made our way down the hall to Hollis’s condo. It was finally appointment day. To help keep things running smoothly today, we all agreed on the location since she was still in hiding from the world.
“Um… yes. For a long time, I didn’t see myself becoming a mother. And no, it wasn’t because I thought I couldn’t have them. Quincey and I both agreed not to create life. With me not having parents and his being… well, his dad being who he was, we said our kids would be damned from conception.
“So why wasn’t your fast tail on birth control?” Hollis asked, coming up behind me, scaring the shit out of me. I jumped, which had Courtland caressing my side.
“Heffa, what the hell are you doing creeping up on people? Shouldn’t you already be inside with the midwife?”
