Chapter Seven #2
I leaned back in my desk chair, spread my pussy lips and inserted a finger in my pussy hole, to spread my sap all over my pussy to drench it in wetness and released a low moan when my finger grazed over my clit.
It almost felt like I pulled the plug on a stopper, because doing that caused my juices to naturally flow down to my asshole.
After doing that, I inserted two fingers into my pussy and finger fucked myself as I leaned back further in my chair with my mouth gaped open from the pleasure.
Fucking me is something I really enjoy because I know how much I can take.
I'm not really celibate though, I just haven't found a nigga worthy of fucking.
Getting me to give my pussy isn't the easy part, so the streets say.
The last nigga I fucked, was the last nigga I fucked!
It was good, but afterwards I felt nothing and I told myself I wouldn't fuck another nigga again.
My hips began to grind as I got into my groove.
It was beginning to feel good, so fucking good that my toes were starting to curl and white cum began to coat my hands like casts.
This is what I live for. I love a good fuck session with myself when my body knows how to listen to me.
Niggas can't fuck me like this and I be satisfied—too tired to do anything else.
I was so close to cumming that I started rolling my hips harder and faster, making ugly fuck faces, and pinching my nipples.
I could feel my nut rising and rushing towards my head that I didn't want to lose it, so when I felt squirt gush from my pussy, I rode the wave, harder and harder, allowing my body to do whatever it needed to do before releasing another bucket of squirt.
That sent me on a high and the adrenaline rush had faded.
My pussy began to throb around my fingers and my clit began to thump, causing extra sensitivity.
I was floored after that and couldn't take much of the strenuous pleasure, so I ended the live after reading the comments and seeing how much I made in a matter of five minutes.
A notification popped up on After , it was an urgency message which meant they paid a fee to send it.
The sender's name was Mr. Pay For Shit. Out of curiosity, I opened it.
The name didn't ring a bell and there were minimal people who were willing to send me an urgent message.
When I clicked on the name we didn't have any engagement at all.
Mr. Pay For Shit
I need to see that pretty motherfucker in 4K!
Then you have to send 4K! You thought paying the fee to text me was it? This a pay phone, not a play phone.
How you want it?
Zelle.
I responded, then I sent my information. It took a matter of ten seconds and Mr. Pay For Shit had become a good friend.
I did my part now you do yours.
A woman of my word, I clicked the camera icon to go live and their face popped up.
My eyes bulged out of my head seeing that it was Dose.
He was casually staring in the camera screen shirtless, which meant he'd just got done doing content, or he'd just hopped out of the shower and hadn't gotten dressed yet.
A blunt was sparked between his fingers.
Releasing a gasp, I covered myself up and attempted to end the live, but he had that feature removed on his end.
It was a thing After Dark had incorporated to reduce scammers, but all I had to do was unplug the cord on my computer.
I doubt Dose would go above and beyond to flag my account or would he?
"Don't!" His deep voice carried a heavy baritone that scared the shit out of me.
"Why are you doing this?" I sighed, with the robe clutched tight in my hands. "This is sick as hell of you!"
"It was either that or pull up? You ain't have to block me on everything, Sia. Fuck I did to you!" Smoke seethed from his nostrils as he talked and it was the sexiest shit ever. "A nigga ain't got no choice but to jump through hoops and shit just to reach you."
"Maybe when I had you blocked that meant I don't want to be reached. How hard is it for you to understand."
"Love we was getting somewhere!"
"We weren't getting nowhere, nigga!" I snapped.
Toking from the blunt again once more, clouds of smoke seethed from his mouth before he began to talk again. "Let me do this shit the proper way and let me take you out."
"No."
"Bet," he nodded. "I'll get your girl to send you the deets and shit. You need money for a dress and heels. Don't wear none of them dresses you wore with them niggas. I want to see you in some new shit, Sia. I like you in the color pink—wear pink."
"Dose, I ain't doing—"
Before I could get my sentence out, he ended the video, leaving me furious. This is the only nigga who has a way to get under my skin and I hate that I let him do it. Normally, I'm able to shake shit off and let it roll down my back like sweat, but Dose was acting like a gnat doing shit like that.