Jasir
Pulling on the blunt that was rolled, we sat in the car and talked about anything that came to mind. I couldn’t remember the last time we vibed out together like this. There was always something or someone that caused us to part ways before we could really chill.
“I missed you mama.”
“I missed you too Ja. I tried not to ask about you because I knew that would distract me from my goal, but you were thought about… a lot.”
“You could’ve called me, you do know that, right?”
“Trust me, I dialed your number several times, I just never hit the button to connect it. I was nervous but I also wasn’t ready to hear your voice again. I knew once we talked again, I was going to find myself back in delulu land.”
“You were never there. Everything you thought and felt was real. I was just tied up at the moment. I wasn’t trying to hinder you from college either. You had a bright future.”
Truth was, I was a dog back then and I wasn’t going to let my fucked-up ways damage her. I had some growing up to do so I stayed away and did that. I wanted her bad, but I wasn’t ready to love her properly. I had my shit together now though.
Camille was different from the other chicks around here. She knew what it meant to handle business first before playing and that was the one thing, I respected the most when it came to her. She didn’t let the hood hold her back, but she also didn’t forget where she came from.
“It’s a future I wanted you in. This is my last year and if I know I’ll be able to come home to you, then that’ll make all of this worth it.”
“You went to college for me?” I questioned confused by her confession.
“Partially. I did this for my mother as well. I knew how hard she worked for me to go but I also thought about all the ways we could level up together and I wouldn’t be able to uphold my end if I didn’t give you the best version of me.”
Damn.
Out of my twenty-three years of living, I never had someone better themselves to match me.
I went to a community college and got a quick associate degree, but she took the extra step and went after a bachelors.
I was content but hearing her say she wanted to level up with me lowkey made me think about all the shit I could do with her by my side.
“This got to be a joke. Trey put you up to this?”
“Why would you believe this is a joke, Ja? I’m telling you what’s real.”
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I brought her into my lap. Just hearing her breathe life into us had a nigga bricked up. I wanted to feel the insides of her like now. I moved the seat back to where we had room and leaned it to the back.
“So, no room,” she asked.
“We getting that fa sho, but I need this right now.”
She smiled and fumbled with my shorts releasing my wood moments after. She slid her bikini to the side and slowly slid down on my shit. The tightness as well as moisture it provided had me biting my lip and focusing on everything but how good her pussy felt.
My hands rested on her ass as she began to slowly ride my shit to ecstasy.
Her eyes closed as she continuously hit the base of my dick while I admired how well I fit between her walls.
I didn’t think the day would end with me and her in one setting getting closer than we’d ever had but I was grateful for it.
“Ssss,” she hissed as her small hands casually moved around my chest for stability.
The dark parking lot provided us a bit of privacy because we were for sure rocking this bitch.
The more she rode, the more I felt myself getting lost in her.
She had pussy made of gold and I was being blessed with it.
It didn’t take long for me to realize this woman wasn’t ever going to be allowed anywhere without me.
“Fuck!” I spoke as I heard her waves splash.
“This shit good to you too baby?”
Oh my God!
The way her voice got lighter, and the slight moan attached to it sent me to another level. I was wondering how she sounded getting dicked down and she damn sure gave me what I was looking for.
“Get you so we can take this shit to the room. I can’t fuck you up the way I want too in here.”
She rode like her life depended on it granting herself a gut-wrenching orgasm and pulling my seeds out as well. I was already where I wanted to be, so I coated her walls with my semen without thinking twice. She didn’t object to it either.
“I really don’t want to move. I like this feeling too much,” she said in between pants.
“You about to get more of it. That was a bomb ass quickie though.”
I laughed and removed her from my lap. She whined the entire time which didn’t do shit but boost my ego.
I had plans to bust her shit wide open when we got to the room though.
From the shower to the bed, I was going to reform her pussy to fit my dick and my dick alone.
Whoever she was dealing with was going to have to take a seat ‘cause she was mine now.
We stepped out the whip and headed inside. The clerk gave us a room on the second floor, and we took the elevators up. She was attached to my hip like a damn toddler. I felt like the man with her under me.
“You straight?” I inquired. She laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes directly after.
“I’m good. That damn weed starting to kick in.”
“I forgot we even hit the blunt before coming in here. Damn. You got my head gone.”
“With the shit we about to do, it’s about to get worse.”
There was no doubt about that. I had a taste of her shit and knew I was stuck, now that I was about to flex in that bitch, I could only imagine how throwed I was going to be after tonight.
The door opened and our room was right there by the elevators to where we didn’t have to go far. Swiping the card, we were granted entrance. She stepped in first heading for the bathroom. I dropped the bag off on the bed and followed behind her.
By the time I made it to the bathroom, she’d stripped down with her canvas on display.
I had to pause for a minute to take it all in.
Cami was stacked from head to toe and seeing that shit bare was surreal.
I’d been after this woman since high school, and it was her that came to me this time around. I was losing my shit low key.
“What you waiting for Ja? I got to take it from you or something?”
I matched her energy by removing my swimming trunks and letting my dick hang.
Her eyes seemed to travel to my dick a lot.
If this was all she wanted in the beginning, I didn’t have a problem supplying her with it.
I figured karma would finally get its revenge if that was the case.
However, she already let a nigga know that she wanted me in her life, so I was straight.
Joining her in the shower, I noticed her body crying out for me. I never experienced someone with such a magnetic pull. Anytime I came close to her, I felt the heat radiating from it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was anticipating more of me.
Picking her up, I pinned her to the wall and immediately got comfortable between her folds. She gasped for air upon entry then secured herself around my waist. Our mouths crashed into one another, finally letting me taste how sweet she was.
Her soft moans escaped into my mouth as our tongues did the tango. Her kisses were one’s I’d dreamed about and was left to use my imagination. I didn’t know they would be so soft and addictive. I was satisfied and content connected with her. She felt better than any chick I’d given myself to.
“You’re mine mama.”
“I always have been.”
Her response sent a nigga into overdrive. I began to punish the pussy the best way I knew how. My strokes were long, deep, and calculated. The feeling of her g-spot against my flesh had me going crazy. Getting her pregnant to become a permanent fixture didn’t sound too bad.
“Shhhhiit!” she cried out.
Hearing her curse and moan sounded like music to my ears.
“Yeah, you feel damn good baby.”
A trail of kisses was planted along her neck and collarbone.
Her skin was as smooth as butter, and she smelled like a bouquet of roses.
Camille had everything I’d wanted in a woman.
From the way she spoke to the way she carried herself, she knew how to be that independent woman but still desire the attention and affection from a man.
The feeling of her caused me to quicken my strokes and damn near beat her shit to a pulp. Murdering that pussy was the only thing on my mind. Her moans became louder as I cuffed her cheeks and held her steady. She wasn’t able to escape the pressure I was applying.
“Oh my God!”
“Nah, he ain’t the one fuckin’ you baby. Call mine, not his.”
She went silent and that lowkey pissed me off. I didn’t give a fuck what debate she was having within; I wanted to hear my name being called while she was in a euphoric and pleasing place.
“Say it baby, say my name,” I demanded.
She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out, but I knew how to fix that. Placing her on her feet, I bent her over and began to deliver strokes I knew would rearrange her shit.
“Aaahhhh!” she cried out as I tried my best to touch her soul.
“Give me what I want mama.”
Her walls were tightening around my dick, so I knew what was coming. I was fuckin’ her g-spot up. She couldn’t take too much more pounding from a nigga. With her hands behind her back bound, and her hair being pulled, she didn’t have a way to run from it.
“Fuck! Jaaaaaa!”
She blessed a nigga ears and wood for the first time. She had to know I wasn’t ever giving this shit up… ever. We were locked in. I joined her by giving my kids a stable home. My shaft pulsated simultaneously with the heartbeat between her folds. I enjoyed the feeling all too much.
Finally releasing her from this position, I wrapped my arms around her to keep her from falling. We slowly detached ourselves and I began to smile from satisfaction.
She stayed wrapped in my embrace as the water poured onto our bodies.
I could stay like this forever and never get tired.
I was young as fuck, but I knew what and who I wanted.
Cami complimented me in ways them thirsty bitches didn’t.
I didn’t want to just fuck when it came to her.
I wanted to create a story only the two of us could share.
“We’ll be raisins soon. Let’s wash, order some food, and vibe out,” she voiced breaking my train of thought.
“I’m with that.”