Chapter 4 #2
I was losing track of my thoughts. Lesson ten was one of the most important ones.
I needed Hyph to understand that I’d always take her ass down when she was ready and when she was willing.
My dick hardened at the thought of her. I knew for sure it would brick up if she showed any signs of deprivation or desire.
That little ass dress and the new scent on her skin was evidence Hyphen was trying to get into some trouble. That bald, pantiless pussy finalized her case.
I drew my name inside of her pussy before pulling out. I used the lubrication I’d gotten directly from the source to gloss my dick. My lips were still against hers when I parted her lower half.
“Mmm.”
I submerged my submarine in her waters. Her walls welcomed me.
I’m in Trouble.
Literally, figuratively, and physically.
Mentally and emotionally were my true goals.
“Uhhhhh–”
Her nails pressed into my skin, making small pockets for each to rest comfortably.
“Shit, Hyph.”
She lifted her head, pulling me back into her mouth. Passionately, feverishly we kissed, swapping spit and exchanging body fluids as I dug into her slowly.
The sound of our connection was unbearable. Hyphen was soaking. My dick was drowning in her ocean.
I held her closer. Breast against my chest. Mouth against mine.
“Ouuuuuh shit,” I groaned, pulling backward.
I was desperate to see our connection. Just as I lowered my head, getting a glimpse of us, I closed my eyes. It was far too beautiful.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”
I refocused my attention, peering down at Hyph. It was a silly decision. She was celestial. Unbelievably gorgeous. Fragile. Fine.
I was at the brink. Prepared to dump in her shit. Ready to let my kids swim. Her shit was too good. But, I couldn’t go out like a sucker.
I uncurled my toes and ejected my dick. It was coated in Trouble. She was gracious with her offering. Her secretion was plentiful.
“Goddamn.”
Though low, my thoughts still rang out aloud. It wasn’t my intention.
“All fours, Hyph.”
I hardly recognized my voice.
She complied, showcasing her leaking pussy. Unable to resist, I planted my face between her ass cheeks, sliding my tongue down her center, ending at her swollen clit. I pulled it into my mouth, suckling on her juices.
“Oh fuck,” she choked out.
I reentered her with my fingers, massaging her clit internally and externally. The combination sent Hyphen over the edge.
“Yes. Yes. Yesssss.”
She was mounting. I flicked my tongue across her clit more rapidly, sucking harder. The combination sent her into another stratosphere. Her walls pulled together, trapping my fingers inside.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
Her climax was loud.
Arousing.
Earth-shattering.
Memorable.
Every strand of hair on my body stood. A chill ran down my spine. My chest ached.
I tore my fingers from her pussy and my mouth from her clit. Hastily, I re-entered her. This time from behind. She swallowed my dick. I fell right into her pussy.
Right into her warmth.
Right into her wetness.
SMACK.
My hand went against her ass as I began to stroke her. She was so fucking wet it was pathetic.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Hyphen was delirious. So was I.
Her contracting pussy promised to end me.
“Goddamn this shit wet.”
She was still secreting.
Cream.
Cum.
I was her collection plate. I dug her shit out and kept it for myself.
“Fuck.”
I pulled out, completely overwhelmed with gratitude and the urge to cum inside of Hyphen.
“Fuck!”
Trouble would find me… every time. And when she didn’t come looking, I’d be searching for her. I was getting the hint.
Because the moment my dick left her pussy, Hyphen’s body flipped around. Her knees hit the ground, and my sack was in her mouth. She stroked my shaft with her right hand.
She fisted that big boy, extracting the nut I was attempting to suppress.
“You gone make this motherfucker cum, Hyph. You gone make this motherfucker c–”
As I began to spit from the head of my dick, Hyphen switched positions. Her hands massaged my balls. Her mouth lowered onto the tip of my dick. The warmth was the culprit of my destruction. I let loose between her jaws.
I awakened to the sound of my front door closing.
Panic-stricken, I realized I was no longer in good company.
I’d wrapped my arms and legs around Hyphen in an attempt to keep her slick ass under the covers and out of my shit.
Still, she’d managed to snake her slimy ass out of my bed once I was in my nightly coma.
FUCK.
I loosened my grip on my gun, but didn’t leave it behind as I tossed the comforter backward. Slowly, I rose, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The missing LV bag was evidence I’d been hit. I continued through my home, opening my front door and then the burglar bars, which felt absolutely pointless.
Hyph had just robbed me for nearly everything I’d taken from her duck and didn’t use a pistol or force to do it. Just her beauty and that good, wet pussy. Strangely, her lick felt like an even swap. That shit between her legs was worth the minor setback.
As she pulled the door of her Audi open, she peered back up at the porch. Lifting her right hand, she singled her middle finger and shoved her tongue out of her mouth. The same mouth that was wrapped around my dick about two hours ago.
Fuck you too, Trouble.
A smirk led to a chuckle. I didn’t bother running after Hyphen. I’d catch up to her fine, crazy ass soon enough. She was missing the exact amount of screws I assumed and secretly, I loved that shit.
She sped off into the darkness. I locked both doors and looked back at the empty table. Underneath it, the box full of loose bills was still waiting to be counted.
“At least she left a nigga something,” I reasoned, knowing that delusion was starting to settle in.
I needed to be running in the opposite direction. However, I was running straight for Hyphen, prepared for a heart-on collision.