I tore my fingers from her pussy and my mouth from her clit. Hastily, I re-entered her. This time from behind. She swallowed my dick. I fell right into her pussy.
Right into her warmth.
Right into her wetness.
SMACK.
My hand went against her ass as I began to stroke her. She was so fucking wet it was pathetic.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Hyphen was delirious. So was I.
Her contracting pussy promised to end me.
“Goddamn this shit wet.”
She was still secreting.
Cream.
Cum.
I was her collection plate. I dug her shit out and kept it for myself.
“Fuck.”
I pulled out, completely overwhelmed with gratitude and the urge to cum inside of Hyphen.
“Fuck!”
Trouble would find me…every time. And when she didn’t come looking, I’d be searching for her. I was getting the hint.
Because the moment my dick left her pussy, Hyphen’s body flipped around. Her knees hit the ground, and my sack was in her mouth. She stroked my shaft with her right hand.
She fisted that big boy, extracting the nut I was attempting to suppress.
“You gone make this motherfucker cum, Hyph. You gone make this motherfucker c–”
As I began to spit from the head of my dick, Hyphen switched positions. Her hands massaged my balls. Her mouth lowered onto the tip of my dick. The warmth was the culprit of my destruction. I let loose between her jaws.
I awakenedto the sound of my front door closing. Panic-stricken, I realized I was no longer in good company. I’d wrapped my arms and legs around Hyphen in an attempt to keep her slick ass under the covers and out of my shit. Still, she’d managed to snake her slimy ass out of my bed once I was in my nightly coma.
FUCK.
I loosened my grip on my gun, but didn’t leave it behind as I tossed the comforter backward. Slowly, I rose, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The missing LV bag was evidence I’d been hit. Icontinued through my home, opening my front door and then the burglar bars, which felt absolutely pointless.
Hyph had just robbed me for nearly everything I’d taken from her duck and didn’t use a pistol or force to do it. Just her beauty and that good, wet pussy. Strangely, her lick felt like an even swap. That shit between her legs was worth the minor setback.
As she pulled the door of her Audi open, she peered back up at the porch. Lifting her right hand, she singled her middle finger and shoved her tongue out of her mouth. The same mouth that was wrapped around my dick about two hours ago.
Fuck you too, Trouble.
A smirk led to a chuckle. I didn’t bother running after Hyphen. I’d catch up to her fine, crazy ass soon enough. She was missing the exact amount of screws I assumed and secretly, I loved that shit.
She sped off into the darkness. I locked both doors and looked back at the empty table. Underneath it, the box full of loose bills was still waiting to be counted.
“At least she left a nigga something,” I reasoned, knowing that delusion was starting to settle in.
I needed to be running in the opposite direction. However, I was running straight for Hyphen, prepared for a heart-on collision.
