Chapter Two
DOSE
Toking from my blunt, I watched with slight irritation as Macy, my lil' fuck junt, struggled to ride my dick—the dick that she begged me for.
I ain't never claimed to have the biggest dick in the world, cause I don't go around having dick-swinging competitions with niggas, but damn near all my life, since age sixteen, I was told I had a big-ass dick from women my age and older.
But I'm cocky enough that if God saw fit to be petty and bless me with some lil' shit, I'd still be claiming it was big.
"Fuck is you doin'?" I spat irritably. "Ride this dick and quit stallin', bruh."
She scoffed. "I'm trying, D. You do realize you don't have a small dick, right. I need time to adjust." Her small hand went around my shaft as she lined the tip of my dick up with her pussy hole and made another unsuccessful attempt.
Having seen enough of her shit show, I flipped her over in one swift motion, and threatened her.
"Keep that ass still just like that and don't motherfuckin' move, or I'm shootin' yo ass in the back of the head for wastin' my time," I spat.
Sending another hard slap to her ass, she whimpered, but knew better than to move from her position. I glanced down at the dry sex between us then reached over on the nightstand for the lube.
"This why you doin' all that wincing and shit.
You carryin' this Welch's fruit snack, cotton mouth-ass pussy.
" Shaking my head, I opened the top on the lubricant and poured just enough in the palm of my hand and stroked my dick.
For good measure, I used the residue and put it on her pussy, before sliding inside, nice and slow.
Giving Macy inch by inch, at a time, she whimpered like a nigga was killing her ass, but I didn't stop.
Sex like this was normal for her. Macy begged for dick from me, but not that I ain't like giving it out, I just didn't like giving it to her ass.
She always wanted more from me—more than I could give her and that's how shit became blurred between us, because she didn't know how to separate her feelings from sex and that's how lines between us became blurred.
I never said that I was a one-woman man and commitment issues were a flaw that caused a dent into something becoming a real thing and I can admit to hurting a lot of women, alongside my career in the porn industry.
A lot of women thought I was easy to change, but that's where they went wrong most of the time.
I love doing what I do, besides clocking in at a lil' stanky-ass nine to five, with micromanaging-ass employees, wearing an uncomfortable-ass uniform.
During COVID-19 I made the decision to do porn.
It was anonymous, after spamming pictures of my dick on Twitter.
It was only for engagement and I didn't think much of it.
A bitch I was fucking on at the time, said I got a Twitter dick.
I ain't know what she was talking about.
Yeah, here and there, I'd see people fucking, but I never took it far enough to engage too deep than making a few posts here.
Porn paid the bills too, while doing landscaping kept my belly full.
Thankfully, during the pandemic I wasn't missing out on no bread and I could work whenever I felt like.
Porn felt too much like a side gig, but the payout was nice.
So nice that women in the porn industry with big names wanted me under their radar for clicks and views, but I enjoyed doing shit my way versus how it's supposed to be done.
It was something about a nigga putting a camera up to my asshole trying to get a money shot, didn't sit right with me.
However, my After Dark was booming with subscribers. It didn't take me long to pop off either, making me the highest-paid nigga on the app. I gave them high-quality content, though they enjoyed close-up videos of me stroking my dick, greased with Vaseline.
As of now, I was recording content, fucking Macy, but she needed some act right.
"Hold that shit open, bae," I grunted.
Her walls hugged me tight while I stroked her slow and deep, the wet sounds between us filling the room alongside the shaky moans and soft whimpers slipping past her lips.
Every thrust I gave her, she took it like a nasty little tease, rocking back against me like she already knew exactly what I wanted from her.
When it came to fucking, I wasn't the type to repeat myself, and she knew that.
Neither one of us was leaving this room until she got herself together and gave me what I came for.
That was the only way this shit was ending.
Her manicured nails dug into the soft flesh of her ass as she spread herself open for me, silently begging me to go deeper.
I gave her exactly that—harder strokes that pulled moans from both of us.
She was wet as hell, tight, and damn near addictive.
Maybe not the best pussy I'd ever had, but close enough to make me lose focus every time she clenched around me.
Keeping the camera steady in my hand, I recorded the way she threw that ass back on me, taking every stroke while her body grew creamier with each snap of my hips.
The sight alone could've made me finish.
Her ass smacked against my pelvis in a steady rhythm while she moaned for me, completely gone in the moment.
Wanting to push her further, I slid a finger lower and stroked her slowly, curling it just right, making her throw her head back as another broken moan spilled from her mouth.
"Ooooh shit," she whimpered.
"You like that shit, bae?"
"Yessss," she whined, throwing her ass back harder. "Yesss I love it. I love it, bae. I love it."
"Don't move them hands!" I grunted, while gripping her hips and gaining control, fucking her harder and harder, after removing my finger from her asshole.
Macy was coating my dick with so much cum that I couldn't see my skin anymore.
Any second now, at the sight of that shit, I knew I was so close to busting.
I love me some creamy-ass pussy. The squirt be cool, but that cream be some next-level shit for me.
All it took was another hard thrust, followed by a guttural groan and I was no good.
I pulled out and shot my nut all over her booty, making sure the camera caught what looked like buckets of nut, oozing out of me, making my toes clench and my knees buckle.
For a better visual, I placed the camera on Macy's pussy hole and watched as her cream coated her baby pink walls. It was still, until she decided to push out whatever she could, making it ooze on the hotel sheets.
Sending a hard slap to her ass, I ended the video then tossed my phone on the mattress so I could clean both of us up.
There was minimal conversation between us, which was normal. Aside from us coming down from a sexual high, I didn't have shit to say to her either.
"I'm thinking about quitting this After Dark shit," she murmured, slicing the silence with a knife.
"Why?" I asked, as I staggered into the bathroom so I could shower. Macy was trotting after me.
"Because I want to be known for something in life other than the girl who can suck a dick and take one," she responded, while opening the shower door then stepping inside.
After taking a piss and flushing the toilet, I stepped into the shower behind her and cleaned myself up, scrubbing down with Dial soap before going back over my skin with some Dr. Squatch body wash.
"You really think like that?"
"Is it not true?"
"I ain't got my ear to the streets," I shrugged. "You shouldn't care about what people think. I slang dick and lawnmowers for a livin'. You think I give a fuck about what a lower-class hoe gotta say."
She clicked her teeth against the roof of her mouth. "You're a guy, you're not supposed to care what people think about you."
"If you care so much about what people think then fix it," I responded, keeping shit short.
I never cared about what the next motherfucker thought, because what I eat don't make them shit.
People are natural-born gossipers, but is that supposed to make me stop getting to the bag.
I like what I do because I set my own boundaries and I don't have to follow the rules of a cracker pinching off my bread.
That's the way I prefer it and that's how it'll always be.