Page 66 of Queen of the Pole

“You already started riding that motha fucka already. You might as well finish. Come on. You wet as fuck for me, baby. Sit back on that shit,” I said, right before I kissed her on her lips.

Deja raised her hips and lowered herself onto the dick again. I let my large hands palm her ass, guiding her movements, loving how slow, and deep she was riding that dick. She kissed me through the fuckin that we were doing and moaned against my lips.

Deja broke the kiss, but kept her forehead next to mine, so we could have direct eye contact as she bounced around.

“I ain’t worried about no doctor, or lawyer, baby. You get all my worries,” I let her know. I had to encourage her a little bit because I knew she was about to cum.

“Wolfffff…. Baeeeee,” she cried out. I knew her body by now. I already knew she was about to cum, and that’s why I started talking to her.

“Do it, baby. We’ll worry about the mess later,” I talked to her.

“Fuckkkkk…. Shit I’m cumming,” she screeched.

“Turn around. Ride that shit the other way. I’m liable to nut all in that pussy if I look you in your eyes,” I said and she laughed.

“I take birth control, papa,” she said.

“The same birth control that you haven’t been taking since you’ve been at my house? The birth control that you just remembered to pick up when we went to your crib the other day? That birth control? By all means, if you ready to end your career for a baby, then stay turned to the front. I got enough money to raise a basketball team,” there I was, wilding again.

Those juices had me saying some crazy ass shit. Deja wasn’t ready for those kind of problems, so she turned in my arms, opened her legs, and rode my dick that way.

As if we were back at my crib, I was having my way in the pussy. Digging deep in her from the bottom, with my fingers on her clit, massaging it. My lips were right there by her ear, kissing it.

“Damn. Let me turn the light on. I feel that pussy creaming, and I want to see it,” I said, reaching up, and cutting on the light up top. I was able to look over, and see the mess that Deja was making on the dick.

“Baby… this dick so goodddd,” she cried out.

“Same way I feel about that pussy. This wet ass shit!” I said, drilling that pussy harder, while reaching around, so that I could grab her throat, and I went to work. Straight pound town. Straight, ‘my girl was just crying, and I’m fixing it’.

“Wolfff… baby… I’m… pull out… pull out… I’m cumminggggg,” she screamed, and right when I felt my shit oozing, I lifted her ass up, so that pussy wouldn’t catch it.

Nasty as hell, she quickly removed herself from my lap and licked all that shit up. She showed it to me with her tongue and then swallowed.

“How many years you think you got left in you to dance?” I asked her.

“Five minimum,” she said, and I nodded.

“And you don’t want a kid no time soon, right?” I asked her.

“Right,” was her response.

“Take your pills then, beloved. Like I told you, if you don’t want a baby to end your career earlier, then take your pills. The second you tell me you’re pregnant, you putting your dancing shoes up,” I told her, and she laughed in my face, while crawling back in my lap.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t tell me to stop dancing,” she noted.

“The rules change if you get pregnant,” I shot, on cloud nine, high off pussy.

“Well, let’s get home, so I can get back on track,” she said.

“You feel better? No more tears?” I asked her.

“No more tears. I’m fine, papa,” she let me know.

“Good. Let me help you put your dress back on,” I said, reaching for it in the backseat.

“You think he knows we were in here fuckin?” she asked me.

“He knows. Probably heard you from outside the car too,” I joked, getting her to laugh.