Chapter 2 #2
She came up for air long enough to tell me I could pull off the blindfold before going back to work. I looked down to see Cassidy sucking my dick with a Fruit by the Foot wrapped around the length of my dick.
“You taste so fuckin’ good,” she groaned before flicking her tongue across the head.
“Goddamn. You tryna make me buss one before I beat it up?”
“No. Save it all for me,” she told me.
I closed my eyes as she kept stroking my head with her tongue, picturing which position I’d beat the pussy up in first. “Come here,” I commanded.
“Let me clean you off first,” she told me.
She disappeared into the bathroom and came out moments later with a warm rag to clean all the stickiness off my dick.
“Where’d you get this idea?” I questioned.
“Remember that leftover Halloween candy I was eating a couple weeks ago? Yeah, well, I got curious and wondered what this strawberry flavored Fruit by the Foot would taste like wrapped around your dick.”
“That shit felt good as hell.”
“I figured it would.”
“Now it’s time for the main course,” I said, getting up to pull her to the edge of the bed. With her knees pressed into her chest, we both watched my dick push inside her.
“Ooooh, fuckkkkkkkk,” she moaned.
Her pussy locked around my dick as I slowly rolled my hips, digging deeper.
Cassidy flashed her cat-shaped eyes up at me while biting her bottom lip.
Everything about her was beautiful. I never thought I was a one-woman type of nigga until she came along.
The deeper I fell in love with her, the wetter her pussy got for me.
I tried my hardest not to slip up and put a baby in her, but if it happened, I wouldn’t object.
“We should film this shit, baby,” she announced.
Her statement caught me by surprise, but I was down for whatever with her. “Oh, you freaky, freaky, tonight huh?” I joked.
“Yes, baby. I want you to film me takin’ it so I can watch us when you’re gone.”
“Say less. Where your phone at?” I questioned.
“In the living room.”
By the time I propped up her iPhone at a good angle and flipped her over on all fours, Cassidy’s pussy was drippin’ like water.
I grabbed the rounded curve of her hips and pulled her ass back toward me.
I wrapped my hand around to massage her clit and get my thumb wet.
I rubbed my thumb around her asshole and stuck it inside.
Her body jerked forward as she panted like a thirsty dog with every stroke.
“Shit, baby!”
I smacked her ass as I watched her eyes roll back into her head. Cassidy’s freshly manicured nails dug into the sheets as the muscles in her pussy contracted. Her body shook with bursts of pleasure then fell limp.
“Don’t tell me you tired yet, baby,” I said, still delivering one long, deep stroke after the other.
Cassidy laid flat on her stomach while I dug her pussy out from behind. My hand roamed through her scalp before I yanked a fist-full of hair. “Tell me it’s all mine.”
“It’s all yours, Hendrix!”
“What’s all mine?”
“T—this pussy.”
“That pussy all mine, Cass?”
“Mmm, fuck! Yessss!”
“Get back up on them knees and throw it back for a nigga.”
My eyes focused on the arch in her spine as she gently rolled her hips back toward my dick and bounced back against me.
“Yeah, that’s what I like.”
She had her ass propped up just right so that when I spread her ass cheeks apart, I could make her pussy crack a smile. The deeper I fucked her, the faster I felt myself nearing my climax. After a few more pumps, I exploded inside of her, and we both collapsed on the bed.
Once we caught our breaths, I slogged my way to the kitchen to get us both something to quench our thirsts. I walked back into the bedroom and saw Cassidy putting fresh sheets on the bed. “Might as well stop that shit right now.”
“Stop what?”
“Making the bed. We ain’t about to do shit but turn your bed back into an ocean anyway.”
“Oh, really?” She smirked.
“Yeah, really. I plan to give you a round for every minute I spent away from you. I want that pussy drippin' like a sauna until I leave,” I announced, gripping a handful of her ass.
“What time is it?” Cassidy inquired, rolling over to hook her leg around my waist.
“Six-thirty,” I told her.
The sun had started to crown, and she had nothing on but a smile. I fucked her for hours until we both passed out on the plush, shag rug on her living room floor.
Cassidy sat up and started rolling herself a fresh blunt while I got up to sit behind her on the couch.
“You still coming to my game in Vegas on Christmas Eve?”
She tilted her head in a yes. “Yup. I will be there.”
“Bet.”
“How are you feeling going head-to-head against your old team?”
“As far as I’m concerned, it’s just business. All I can do is go out on that court and give it my all like I do in every other game I play.”
“Yeah, I know you’ll be great. But um, speaking of Christmas, what do you want for Christmas?” she asked.
I chuckled. “I want you unwrapped and waiting for me under one of the many trees you got set up in here.”
“You get that every time you see me minus the wrapping paper and Christmas trees.” She chuckled.
“Nah, all jokes aside, I already got what I want.”
“And what’s that?”
I swiped her hair to the side before letting my lips collide with the nape of her neck. “You, woman.”
She twisted her neck in my direction and clung her lips to mine. “Mmhm.”
My hands found their way over her breasts as I slid my tongue in her mouth. She turned to wrap her arms around my tattooed neck before climbing off the floor and on top of me. The second I slid my middle finger into her sweet spot, the alarm went off on my phone.
“Fuck,” I mumbled against her lips.
“Are you sure you have to go so early?” she whined.
“Visitation with my father is at nine o’clock. If I’m late, they won’t make an exception. You know this is my first time seeing him in person since he’s been doin’ his time.”
She nodded in agreeance. “Yeah, I know. I just hate seeing you leave.”
“Me too, but I gotta jump in the shower really quick and get on the road. I’ll see you again soon in Vegas for my game.”
After getting out of the shower and getting dressed, I swiped up my bag and found Cassidy claiming a chair out on the balcony outside her bedroom.
“Aight, Cass, I’m about to be out. I love you,” I revealed as I headed to her bedroom door.
The moment those last three words slipped off my lips, I curved my neck in her direction to see her face. She stared at me, doe-eyed and slightly confused.
A few seconds passed before she spoke up. “Hendrix, I—”
I shook my head. “It’s cool, I’ll wait. Don’t trip.”
“No,” she said, grabbing both of my hands. “Don’t say it like that. It’s not that I—I just. I—”
“Cass, chill. I’m good.”
A frown forged across her face. “Now I feel bad.”
“Don’t stress about it.”
“How can you say that? I feel like I completely ruined the moment.”
“If I said you good, then you good. Just know your heart is safe with me, Cass. You got everything I want. I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” I guaranteed her. “But listen, I gotta go. I’ll call you when my flight lands.”
I left Cass wrapped in an oversized throw blanket and smoking a blunt on her private balcony while watching the sun completely rise.
As much as I didn’t want to leave her, I had to get on the road to start the drive up to Atwater to visit my father.
U.S. Penitentiary Atwater was one of two high security prisons in the entire state.
It was the first time he’d allowed me to be on his visitation list since he’d been locked up.
He’d only write or call me, explaining how he didn’t want my image of him to be behind a plexiglass wall.
I looked down at my console and saw a text from Cassidy pop up on the screen. “You do know I care about you, right?” she wrote.
I shook my head before quickly texting her back and turning my music up. “I know,” I wrote back.
She was holding back, but I didn’t press it.
Cassidy wasn’t the type of woman who succumbed to pressure.
I would much rather have her say it when she meant it, not because it was something she felt obligated to do.
Drake’s Fair Trade, blasted through my speakers as I put the thoughts of her to the back of my mind and focused on seeing my father live and in color for the first time in years.
I arrived at 8:30 a.m. to see the entire building perimeter behind electric fences, video surveillance cameras, and multiple armed guards at every turn.
Once I filled out the paperwork and was processed by the guards, I was taken to a waiting area.
They took me back for my visit forty-five minutes later, and I watched my Pops being escorted over to me by a guard.
I stood to greet him. “Hey, Pops.”
“Prince,” he said with a smile before pulling me into his arms and holding me for a few seconds.
I hadn’t received a hug from my father since I’d left for college. He smelled like a fresh shower, so I knew he’d been diligent about his hygiene. He was in need of a haircut but looked like he’d been eating good and staying out the way.
“They treatin’ you alright in here? You look good. Like you been hittin’ them weights,” I complimented, noticing his large biceps and bulging chest.