Chapter 15 Renza Mensah #4
“Yes, Daddy! Eat this fuckin’ fat ass pussy,” she moaned sexy as fuck.
Her hands flew out to grab the sheets, her legs shakin’ while I held her in place, lickin’ every crease and fold.
I groaned low against her pussy, the vibration makin’ her cry out, and then slurped her deeper, my tongue pushin’ into her while that sweet pussy cum ran down my chin.
“Renza… baby…” she moaned, her voice gone soft and helpless.
“Uh huh,” I breathed against her, suckin’ her clit again, makin’ that shit wetter. “Take all this tongue.”
I licked her until her legs buckled, until she was archin’ back in my mouth like her body needed more before she could even ask for it.
“Daddy! This pussy ‘bout to cum on yo’ fuckin’ mouth!”
Hearin’ this fine ass woman talk like this had my dick twitchin’.
I gripped her thighs tighter, holdin’ her still while my tongue went even deeper.
“Open up, mama,” I muttered against her. “Let Daddy taste that cum.”
She started ridin’ my face like she was tryna take my fuckin’ head off, moanin’ loud as hell, her ass slappin’ against me every time she threw it back. The way she moved had me wildin’, slurpin’ and moanin’ like a lil’ bitch.
I kept up with every roll, every grind, my hands squeezin’ her ass while I licked her until she was screamin’.
She was talkin’ nasty, beggin’ me not to stop, and I wasn’t.
I wanted every sound, every shiver, every drop she had for me.
Her body started shakin’, and I could feel her gettin’ closer, her moans turnin’ into gasps.
I looked up at her from between her legs, my mouth still workin’, and said, “Go ‘head, baby… cum for me.”
“Daddy… fuck… eat this pussy… please… oh my God, don’t stop… don’t stop…”
Her voice cracked when she came, her whole body shakin’ while my mouth stayed right there, kissin’ her through it just like she needed.
Her whole body went tight, then she broke apart right there, her thighs tremblin’ while she let go all over my tongue. I grinned against her skin, lickin’ her through it, proud as hell that I could make her lose it like that.
She shivered, whisperin’, “Oh my God…” while her arms trembled on the sheets.
“You taste too fuckin’ good,” I murmured, kissin’ up the crease of her thigh.
I spread her open wider, lettin’ her legs fall just enough for me to see the mess we both made.
When she finally collapsed forward on her elbows, breathin’ fast, I stood up and stroked my dick slow, lookin’ down at her.
I smiled and smacked her ass, watchin’ it jiggle. “Come here.”
Still out of breath, she got back on all fours and scooted closer to the edge of the bed.
Soon as she got close enough, I grabbed her hips and dragged her that last lil' bit toward me, makin' her back arch even deeper. Her pussy was still glistenin' from me eatin' her, lips swollen and shiny, drippin' like she been beggin' for this dick the whole night.
I slapped my dick against her ass, the sound loud and sharp, then slid it down slow between her cheeks.
She moaned low when the tip brushed her clit, her whole body twitchin' like she couldn't hold it in.
I did it again, longer this time, lettin' my dick drag through all that wetness until I felt her push back, actin’ impatient as hell.
"Yeah, Big Mama... you ready for Daddy?" | asked, guidin' my dick right where she needed me.
She nodded, still tremblin’. “Yes Daddy… I’m so ready… fuck me… please fuck me slow…”
My tip pressed to her entrance, and she opened for me easy, pussy warm and soaked, like she was pullin' me in with no effort. I slid in slow, lettin' that first stretch hit both of us at the same time, and we both gasped.
“Daddy… shit… that big dick feel so good…” she cried, droolin’ on the bed ‘cause she couldn’t control her mouth.
“Damn…” I exhaled, my hands slidin’ up her waist, holdin’ her right where I needed her. “You feel too fuckin’ good.”
She let out a long moan and pushed back on me, her legs shakin’.
“Yes Daddy… fuck me just like that… please… keep goin’… you fuckin’ me so good…”
Her voice broke on the last word and I damn near lost it.
I grabbed her hips, lifted her ass higher, plantin’ my feet firm on the floor while I fucked her slow and deep, every stroke hittin’ her right where she needed.
She started babblin’ nasty shit, all breathless and messy.
“Daddy… I feel it… slut me out… slut me out Daddy… please…”
I groaned deep in my chest, my stomach tightenin’ at how desperate she sounded.
“You my slut bitch, mama?… say it.”
“I’m ya slut bitch, Daddy… fuck… I’m yours… oh my God…”
Her voice shook, her legs trembled, and I felt her pussy tighten hard around my dick.
“Oowwwee Daddy, I feel ya dick growin’. That mean you ‘bout to cum all in this wet pussy,” she cried, her whole body fallin’ into it.
“You me to cum in my pussy?” I moaned, diggin’ my dick deeper in her while I smacked her ass, leavin’ red hand prints on that muthafucka.
I held her hips and fucked her right, lettin’ her ride out every second of her nut while her pussy spasmed around my dick.
“GOT DAMN!” I cried as I kept strokin’ that pussy like my life depended on it.
My nut rushed up fast, hittin’ me outta nowhere. I kept strokin’ my dick hard in her while warm streaks of my nut slid out her pussy and down her thighs.
After a minute, she collapsed on the bed, breathin’ heavy, and I climbed in behind her. She was warm, soft, and perfect against me, and I kissed her shoulder before lettin’ my hand rest on her hip.
We laid like that, both breathin’ hard as hell, our bodies still hummin’ from everything we just did.
“Damn girl,” I said, damn near out of breath.
I pulled her closer, lettin’ her lay right on my chest, my arm stretched around her waist while my hand slid slow over her hip. She let out this hum that had me smilin’ without even tryin’.
She rubbed my chest with them soft ass hands of hers, drawin’ lil’ circles right over my heart like she owned the spot. Her leg slid over mine, her thigh thick and warm, and I rested my chin on top of her head.
I shook my head, smirkin’. “You keep fuckin’ me like this…” I paused, lettin’ my fingers trace slow up her spine, “I’mma marry your ass. For real.”
She lifted her head a lil’ with her eyes half-closed and her lips curved up like she ain’t know whether to laugh or take me serious.
“Whatever, Renza,” she said soft, but her smile told me she liked hearin’ that shit.
I also knew she had her issues with me, and probably didn’t want to fall too deep in that thought.
“Nah, I’m deadass,” I said, kissin’ her cheek slow, my voice low in her ear. “You gon’ fuck around and have me buyin’ rings and shit, and put yo’ crazy ass up in a house where you can’t go nowhere.”
She smacked my chest, laughin’ harder this time, then tucked her face back against me. “You stupid.”
A quiet settled over us and it was that good kind.
I kissed the top of her head again. “Come here. I want you to live in my skin right now,” I whispered, pullin’ the blanket over both of us.
She snuggled closer, throwin’ her arm across my stomach, her fingers lightly draggin’ over my tattoos. Her breathin’ slowed, and that told me she was drifitin’ already.
I kept rubbin’ her back, lazy and slow, lettin’ my hand wander wherever it wanted.
“Goodnight, Daddy…” she mumbled, half-asleep, voice soft as hell.
I grinned, eyes closin’ too. “Goodnight, Big Mama.”
Within minutes, she was knocked out on my chest, and I wasn’t far behind her, fallin’ asleep with my hand still on her ass like I ain’t ever plan on lettin’ go.
SOLé GARDENS
I had just woke up and I could smell my baby in the kitchen throwin’ the fuck down.
The scent hit me before I even opened my eyes all the way. Eggs, pancakes, bacon, sausage, all of it mixed together, and I knew without even lookin’ that Reni was in there goin’ crazy with them pots. She always cooked like she was tryna feed eight niggas instead of just one nigga.
I stretched slow and sank back into the bed for a second, lettin’ the warmth settle around me while I stared at the ceilin’. My phone started buzzin’ on the nightstand, and when I reached over and grabbed it, Pressure name was flashin’ across the screen. I sighed and answered.
“Where you at?” he asked without even sayin’ hello. I could hear the babies in the background and somebody slammin’ a cabinet like they ain’t have no home trainin’.
“I’m out handlin’ somethin’,” I said, starin’ toward the cracked bedroom door ‘cause I could hear Reni’s slippers shufflin’ across the tile.
“You know my mama wanna take them pictures today,” he said. “And she trippin’, talkin’ ‘bout everybody gotta be there early. Then she feedin’ everybody after. So get ya ass home so I ain’t gotta hear her mouth.”
“I know, nigga. I ain’t forgot. I’m comin’,” I revoked, already irritated at the thought of my auntie yellin’ at grown people about smilin’ for the camera. “I’m on the way.”
Pressure said somethin’ else about not bein’ late, then hung up before I could respond. I tossed the phone back on the bed and dragged my hand down my face, thinkin’ about how I needed at least ten more hours of sleep before dealin’ with my people.
A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened slow.
I lifted my head just enough to see Reni walk in wearin’ a red silk robe that hung open just enough to show the sexy red shit she had underneath.
My whole body reacted before my mind caught up ‘cause she looked like she belonged in the sheets with me, in my hands and in my life altogether. She was holdin’ a plate that looked like a whole restaurant special, stacked with eggs, bacon, sausages, pancakes, and grits.
“Good mornin’ baby,” she said, smilin’ soft as she walked over to me.
“Good mornin’, Mama,” I said, takin’ the plate from her and leanin’ in to kiss her. She kissed me back slow, then touched the side of my face before handin’ me a freshly rolled blunt.
That shit made me grin ‘cause she really knew her nigga.
She left out the room for a second to grab her own plate, and when she came back, she sat beside me and we started eatin’ like we hadn’t touched food in days.
She kept peekin’ at me too, waitin’ for me to react to how good the food was, and she ain’t have to wait long ‘cause I damn near groaned when the first bite hit my tongue.
“This fire,” I said with my mouth full, and she laughed, shakin’ her head like she knew she had done somethin’.
When we was done, she grabbed my plate like it was second nature, walkin’ around the bed with this slow sway in her hips that made me watch her the whole way. Right before she stepped out, I smacked her ass, and she shot me a look over her shoulder that had my dick jumpin’ again.
She came back a minute later with orange juice, handin’ it to me. While I sparked the blunt, she rolled. We passed it back and forth while the room filled with smoke and even though I knew I had shit to do, it was too damn easy to pretend the world ain’t exist for a minute.
But eventually reality tapped me on the shoulder.
“Baby… I gotta slide,” I said, takin’ one more pull and passin’ the blunt back to her. “I gotta be at my auntie house for some photoshoot shit she wanna do, then they havin’ brunch.”
Reni got quiet. It was that soft quiet where you know somebody got somethin’ sittin’ on their heart. I looked at her ‘cause I already knew she was thinkin’ too hard.
“Go on and say it,” I told her, leanin’ back against the headboard. “Whatever you wanna ask, just say the shit.”
She stared at her hands before lookin’ up at me. “I know so much about Kay’Lo, Pressure, all them people in your life,” she said. “But they don’t know anything about me.”
My chest got tight but I kept my voice calm. “It ain’t like that, baby.”
“It kinda is,” she said, her voice softer now. “You only talk about your people when it come to what y’all gotta do, but nobody know I exist. It feel like I’m here, but I’m not really here.”
I sat there takin’ it in, not interruptin’, ‘cause she deserved that shit. She kept goin’.
“You sure you like big girls? ‘Cause you movin’ real funny.”
That one hit me different.
I sat up straighter and shook my head slow, confused that she even thought that. “Girl, what the fuck is you talkin’ about? What the fuck yo’ weight got to do with this? I love you. I’m happy with you, and you satisfy me in every way. Ain’t nothin’ funny about the way I move with you.”
She looked away again, her voice still low. “Trust me, I ain’t insecure about shit I got goin’ on over this way. I’m just confused. And you did mention that your family kinda judgmental so… I feel like if we really together, it shouldn’t be some secret.”
“It’s not a secret,” I said immediately. “If you was a secret, I wouldn’t be out with you the way I be out with you. If I didn’t love you, ya bills wouldn’t even be in my fuckin’ face every month.”
“That’s not the point,” she whispered. “It’s deeper than that. I wanna feel included. I wanna feel like I’m part of your world, not just sittin’ on the outside hopin’ you pull me in.”
I let out a long breath and rubbed my hand over my head. The last thing I wanted was my woman feelin’ like she wasn’t enough for me, ‘cause she was more than enough. She was perfect for me in ways I ain’t even have words for yet.
I scooted closer and pulled her into my arms, kissin’ her slow ‘cause I needed her to feel what I couldn’t explain right. “I love you,” I told her against her lips. “My family crazy as hell and they a lot, but you gon’ meet ‘em. I’m not hidin’ you. I just don’t want too many niggas in my business.”
She nodded small, not fully convinced but not pushin’ me off either.
“I hear you,” she finally said.
I kissed her again and stood up to get dressed. She stayed in the bed, quiet, thinkin’ hard, and it bothered me more than I wanted to admit. I zipped my pants and walked over to her, leanin’ down so she had to look at me.
“I love you,” I whispered against her mouth before kissin’ her again. She said it back, real dry, but I took it anyway ‘cause at least she said it.
“I’ll call you,” I told her.
“You gon’ walk me to the door?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.
“Nah,” she said, pullin’ the covers up. “My feet hurt.”
I smiled and shook my head ‘cause I knew she was bein’ petty as fuck. I kissed her one more time, deeper than the last, then walked out the room and headed toward the front door.
When it closed behind me, the mornin’ air felt different.
I knew my girl cared about me. I knew she was down for me in ways a lot of these females out here couldn’t be. But I also knew she wasn’t gon’ keep dealin’ with half answers and delayed introductions.
As I walked to my car, I felt that shit settle in my spirit.
If I wanted to keep my woman, I was gon’ have to bring her into my world for real, before she stopped waitin’ on me altogether.