Page 55 of Queen of the Pole

I slouched in the chair a little bit, and Deja didn’t give two fucks how boldly she was staring at me. My hair was out, so her eyes started there first. She paid close attention to my hair. Her eyes dropped down to my neck and chest. Since I wasn’t wearing a shirt, they lowered to my stomach. Like she really didn’t give a fuck, they went even lower… going to my dick. She looked at big man for about ten seconds and then stared me back in my eyes.

“Nigga, your ass is too fuckin fine,” she blurted it out.

“I ain’t hear what you said. Come closer and say it again,” I pulled her card, just to see if she would repeat it.

“Oh, you think I won’t say it again? I said your ass is too fuckin fine,” she stood her ass up, and got in my face, so I could hear her say it louder this time.

I got a whiff of whatever soap she used in the shower, plus whatever lotion, and oils she had on. She smelled like fuckin temptation.

Since she’s been here with me, I haven’t touched her. We hugged that one time, and that was it. I was respectful. I kept my hands to myself. Tonight was the only night that she saw me without a shirt on, and I only had it off because I didn’t think she was going to come out here on the balcony with me. Since it was so late, I thought she was going to shower and call it a night.

I got a dose of that poison that she came with, just like everyone else because I sat up in the seat a little bit, put my hands on her ass, and it felt like I was holding onto butter. It was soft. Soft, and heavy.

“Bout time, nigga!” her slick ass had the nerve to say.

“What do you feed this motha fucka?” I asked, feeling how heavy her ass was.

“Everything,” she told me, and I smiled at that.

Deja really wasn’t afraid of shit. A lot of women would have stayed in that chair and probably waited for me to call them over here. She confidently walked over to me, got all in my face, and here she was, climbing in my lap.

By this point, her ass was like a magnet to me because I had yet to let it go. So many ways she could have sat in my lap, but she made sure that she was planted right on my dick. She sat her nasty ass on the head of it, wrapped her arms around my neck, and she went for what she wanted.

Her lips touched mine, and I damn near started nutting. I didn’t expect her lips to be so soft. I expected her to be just a little bit nervous since this was our first time kissing, but she wasn’t. She went in for the kiss, and like I was fresh off eating that pussy from behind, she captured my tongue, wanting to suck on it.

If having all that ass in my lap wasn’t enough, she started bouncing on the head of my dick. I was trying to have self-control and not show this girl that I could put her through a fuckin mattress, but she was pulling my card. I couldn’t let her think she was out freaking the freakiest nigga in the world.

I ended up sticking my hands in her pants, holding onto her bare ass. I was so lost behind this kiss that I closed my eyes. I broke it, only because I wanted to taste other parts of her. I went right for her neck, sucking it. I found just that one spot, sucking it softly. She didn’t expect me to go there with her. The plan was to suck everything slowly, but she tasted so good that I picked it up a notch and started sucking a little harder.

I removed my hands from inside her pants, so I could raise her shirt, and the prettiest titties stared back at me. Her nipple piercings were shaped in hearts. The plan was to suck them, but once I saw them, I just wanted to sit back in the chair for a second and savor the moment.

She knew those titties were pretty too because she had this cocky ass smirk on her face, as she looked at me.

I placed my hands behind my back and really soaked this moment in… just staring.

“Suck on them, papa,” my dick jumped when she said that sexy ass shit.

Deja already had the kind of voice that was soft, very feminine, with a hint of that southern drawl, plus seductive. She used that voice on me that she did the night at the club when she danced on me. That voice could get her anything that she wanted out of me, so with my hands still behind my head, I leaned in, lifting her right nipple up with just my tongue, and I slowly sucked on it.

“Hmmm,” she moaned, enjoying that shit.

I was trying to control myself, and not eat her alive, but she wasn’t making it easy for a nigga. That had to have been the sexiest moan that I’ve ever heard in my life. I flicked around her nipple with my tongue. Because I was hell bent on actually wanting to taste her, I even took small bites too, being careful not to cause her any pain.

I could tell that Deja was a fan of getting her nipples serviced. It was the way she was moaning.

After giving the right one all that attention, I then moved over to the left. I gave it just as much attention as I did the right. When I finished, I kissed down her flat stomach and pulled away. I didn’t want to take miles if I was only getting inches. I wanted to keep the ball in her court, so she leaned back in to kiss my lips, but it was only for a few seconds.

She dragged her lips down my neck, where she sucked there, just like I’d done with her. They went even lower, as she kissed my chest. I thought she was going to stop there, but she removed herself from my lap, as she continued kissing, and before I knew it, her fine ass was down on her knees, pulling my dick out, and she was face to face with it.

“Wolf, it’s huge! It’s beautiful,” she admitted, holding it with both her hands. That’s how big it was. She had to use both hands.

She didn’t waste any time spitting on the head of it, and she got to work on my shit. She tried to fit the whole thing in her mouth but ended up gagging. She thought she was going to pull away, but I put both hands on the side of her head, keeping her down, not letting her move.

“That’s grown man dick. Swallow my shit. It’s been done before. You got down on your knees like you knew what you were doing. Show me you know what you doing,” I looked down at her, so she could fully hear me.

It’s almost like she didn’t like that I called her out because she started showing off. Straight tongue, and lips is all I felt.

Here hands were planted firmly on my thighs, as she swallowed my shit, just like I told her to. Balls were being licked, and she was sucking it nasty as hell. The whole time she was getting to work, she never took her eyes off me either. She gave me eight minutes straight of throat action, never complaining, telling me that her jaws hurt, or her knees were aching from being on the ground. She did it easily, and I felt that nut building from the tip of my toes.