Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Daee wanted to be fucked.
Her scent was unbearable and not in a bad way. It was getting hard to be around her. Every time she moved, a mix of my soap and her own sweet, musky smell would hit me, and it was driving me fuckin’ crazy. I had Daee turned on; her pussy was over there going just as crazy as I was.
“Fuck you lookin’ at me like that? You don’t believe me? You need to see the uniform?” I put the card down to start the game, put the draw stack down, and swiped up my own cards.
“No, I believe you. I was picturing you in that uniform.” A teasing smile formed on her lips.
I guffawed, dropping a card down. Daee wasn’t about that life. I’d fuck her life up wit’ this good dick. I’ll have her ass at my doorstep every fuckin’ day. She’ll become a stalker. I chuckled at the thought.
“What’s funny?” she asked, dropping down her own card—a Draw Two.
I drew two cards. “Nun,” I replied, grinning.
The games went on until all I had on were my boxer-briefs. Daee was whoopin’ my ass in the worst way for real. Daee pretended not to see my print, but I caught the way she shifted in her seat, how her breathing changed, and how her eyes wouldn’t even look up at me anymore.
“Cold?” she quizzed in a jesting way.
I shrugged. “I’m good. You got my dick out ‘n shit.”
Daee laughed, covering her mouth. Her whole body shook.
“Maybe we need to stop since…since you only have one item of clothing left,” Daee suggested, placing her cards down.
“Nah, I’m no punk, Daee. If I lose I’m whippin’ this dick out,” I snickered.
Her jaw dropped. “Please don’t.”
“You not curious about what it looks like? The length? The width?” I grinned.
Daee smacked her forehead. “You cannot be serious. No.”
“I wish you were connected to a lie detector. That shit would be spazzing. Pick up yo’ cards.”
She obliged.
Daee had one card left. She looked at me. At my cards. At the deck.
“Drop it. Don’t act like you gotta draw shit. I’m ready to get up from this damn table,” I mumbled, placing my cards down. I stood.
Daee’s wide eyes dragged down to my bulge. Slowly, she placed the card down and said, “Uno out.” It came out in an inaudible whisper. Scary ass.
Keeping my eyes on Daee, I pushed my boxer-briefs down, freeing my shit. She gasped and glanced away.
“Was that necessary?”
“Weren’t we playin’ a game?” I quizzed. When Daee didn’t respond, I added, “I’m no sore loser.”
“Okay. Okay,” she said with both hands up. “Put it away.”
I ran my tongue along my lips, contemplating. “I don’t think I want to.”
Daee gawked at me, her wide eyes searching mine. “You...you don’t want to put your dick up?”
I shook my head from side to side slowly while holding her stare.
“And why the fuck not?”
“’Cause I’on think you really want me to,” I answered. “Stand up, Daee.”
“Stand…stand up?” she asked, confused.
I smacked my lips and tossed my head to the side. “Maaan, I ain’t stutter. Stand the fuck up, Daee.”
“Why?”
I groaned. “Daee, if I gotta yank yo’ ass up…”
Hesitantly, she stood. When she did that, her scent grew stronger, causing my shit to twitch. It was as if I were a damn hound dog. That pussy was leaking.
“C’mere.”
“Shad,” Daee whispered.
“Girl, bring yo’ funky ass here.”
Her eyes narrowed in slits, but her feet moved.
She kept a distance between us, but once Daee was standing in front of me, I gripped the shirt she wore and jerked her over to me.
She started to say something, probably some smart shit, but I stopped her by gripping the front of her neck tightly and doing some shit I rarely do. I kissed her.
I was expecting Daee to slap fire out of my ass or push me away from her, but instead, she kissed me back, moaning between our lips.
My tongue pushed past her lips. Sweet. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around her throat groped her ass.
It was soft and thick. I squeezed and kneaded, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me.
Daee’s moans grew louder, vibrating against my tongue, and I swear to God it was the best sound I’d heard in a long ass time.
This was just a sweet, gentle, somewhat passionate kiss.
This wasn’t me claiming shit. Daee was fine and all, but I ain’t want no attachment.
I wanted to fuck, the snow to melt, and for her to get the fuck on.
I was already pushing it by putting my mouth on hers, but I couldn’t help it.
That’s why I knew she had to get the fuck on, ‘cause she was making me do shit I don’t fuckin’ do.
My hand went under the shirt, cupping her mound.
I could feel the heat coming from her pussy through the cotton material.
I pushed the boxers she wore down and picked Daee up, sitting her bare ass on my kitchen table.
My hand found its way back between her thighs, my fingers exploring her silky, wet folds.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned singingly.
Daee reached out to grab my dick, but I knocked her hand away.
I plunged two fingers inside, causing her to gasp and drop her head backwards.
Her walls tightened around my fingers, and I had to bite back a groan.
Daee was wet, tight, and felt like heaven.
I watched her face. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as I worked my fingers inside her, curling them just right to hit that spot that made her whole body tremble.
No feelings.
No attachments.
Just pure, unadulterated pleasure.
“Shad…” she breathed out, her voice shaky.
“What?” I asked, bringing her face close to mine with the grip still around her neck. I pecked her lips and then ran my tongue along them, before kissing her again.
I pumped my fingers faster, harder, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the small area.
Daee’s hips started to move, grinding against my hand, chasing that orgasm.
I could feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around my fingers.
Her breathing came in short, sharp gasps.
I placed my mouth near her ear and asked, “You gon’ come for me, Daee?
You gon’ come all over my fingers right here on my kitchen table? ”
That’s all it took. A loud, guttural moan tore from Daee’s throat as she exploded. I didn’t stop. I worked her through it, my fingers coated in her juices. When Daee finally had enough, she gripped my wrists, and her head fell forward against my chest.
I slowly removed my fingers and looked down to see them glistening, and then I peered over at her, dazed with a satisfied face.
“It’s been a long time?” I mumbled.
“Too long,” she breathed out. Daee looked up.
Bringing my fingers to my mouth with my eyes never leaving her, I licked them clean. Her taste is sweet, tangy, and addictive. I ain’t did no shit like that either, but I was fuckin’ compelled to do it just now.
Her eyes widened, desire in their depths. I could see the questions forming in her mind, but this was just a fuck. Picking Daee up, her legs wrapped around me as I carried her to the bedroom. I could feel her breath against my neck—little puffs of air.
This was a bad idea.
The worst fuckin’ idea.
I was dead ass serious when I told Daee that I didn’t fuck in my bed. Ain’t no bitch been over here, but here I was about to fuck her so damn good in my shit, I was about to rearrange Daee’s organs and ruin her life. I hate that for her.
I wasn’t about to stop. I couldn’t. My dick was thinking for me now, and what the fuck he said goes. It was telling me to get her ass on that bed and fuck the brakes off Daee.
And I was.
I kicked the door open, not even bothering with the light. The moon cast a glow across the room, illuminating the mess of blankets on my king-sized bed. I dropped Daee onto the mattress. She bounced, a little gasp escaping her lips.
“You’re an asshole,” she muttered through a soft giggle.
I stepped out of my boxer-briefs while smirking. I crawled onto the bed, hovering over her.
“Fuck,” I mumbled.
“What?” she asked through an exhale.
“My rubbers are in my car.”
I could see Daee biting down on her lip. She grabbed my hips, trying to bring my body down.
“Just…this one time. I’m clean. You?”
Hoes be lyin’ too, I said in my head.
“Yeah. I ain’t got shit and don’t want shit.” I raised my brows.
“I’m clean,” Daee said again, this time agitated. “I haven’t had sex in months.”
I winced a little when Daee grabbed my chin hair to bring me down to her. The little pain subsided when our lips met, and she kissed me with a little too much passion. It was a deep, slow, and hungry kiss.
Grabbing my dick, I positioned it at her warm opening. “Shit, I've already licked you off my fingers. Once I start Daee, I ain’t stoppin’ ‘till I finish and I’m talkin’ round after round.”
I could feel how ready she was, how badly she wanted it. I couldn’t wait to bury myself inside her and lose my damn self. I couldn’t wait to fuck Daee until neither one of us remembers our own names.
“Okay,” she whispered between our lips.
I pushed inside.
No, I plunged. I plunged into Daee.
“Gaaaah daaamn,” I breathed. “Yo pussy got my dick in a wrestling move.”
Daee half giggled. “You’re big. I have to get used to it. Can you…Can you move slowly?”
“Slowly? Baby girl, I don’t even know what that is,” I jest. I was serious as fuck though. I normally beat the pussy up. Moving slowly was for couples. This wasn’t that.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried. I moved my hips as slowly as I could. I didn’t get it. Daee’s pussy was a Super Soaker, and she wanted me to move slowly in this shit?
Fuck that shit.
Picking her legs up and pushing them back, I went in deeper. Her hand flew to her stomach.
“Fuuuuck!” Daee moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
I started to move again, my strokes deep, long, and quick, a rhythm that was both punishable and pleasurable for both of us. I wasn’t making love to Daee. I was fucking her. Hard. Fast. From the sounds that were coming from her, she was loving this shit—every moment of it.
Grabbing Daee’s legs, I hooked them over my arms, spreading her wider.
The new angle allowed me to go deeper, and I felt myself hit the bottom of her pussy, drawing a sharp cry from Daee.
I ripped the shirt from her body; her perfect breasts bounced with every hard thrust. I wanted to mark her, but I shouldn’t.
I wanted to leave my imprint all over her pussy… all over her body, but I shouldn’t.
I shouldn’t be doing this shit.
Daee’s eyes were hazy, but they found mine.
“Who’s fucking you, Daee?” I questioned with a hard thrust. Reaching down, I began to rub her clit. Daee’s face contorted into a beautiful, ugly expression.
“You, Shad. Shit,” she whimpered out.
That’s what I wanted to hear. I let go of Daee’s legs, pulling out. Looking down at my dick, it was covered in her cream.
“Ride me,” I growled, lying on my back.
Daee crawled over and straddled me. My hands slid up to cup both her breasts, my thumbs brushing over hard nipples.
Daee slid down, circling her hips. I tucked my bottom lip in as she started to take more of me.
Just the sensual roll of her hips had a nigga seeing stars.
Daee leaned forward, bracing her small hands on my chest. She picked up her pace, riding me as if she owned a nigga. Riding me as if I were her bitch.
That shit wasn’t happening.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I began to take back control, fucking her with quick, short, deep strokes. Daee’s mouth opened, and a loud, strangled moan tore from her throat with the look of pure ecstasy on her face.
“Come for me, Daee.” I was careful not to call her baby, although that was on the tip of my tongue. I ain’t want to get shit twisted. “Come all over my dick.”
My thighs were burning, but I wasn’t letting up. I was hammering the fuck out of Daee. I wasn’t anybody's bitch, and I was making that shit very clear.
“Sh-Shad! Shad! Shad! Shaaaaaaad!” she hollered.
There was a beating against the wall. If I weren’t deep inside of Daee right now, I would’ve grabbed my gun and shot through that muhfucka. Every other night, I can hear those dirty muhfuckas fuckin’ sounding like hurt seals.
Daee continued to holler, and the beating continued. I stopped long enough to yell, “Stop hittin’ the fuckin’ wall ‘fore I blow both you ugly muhfuckas heads off!”
The beating stopped instantly. I didn’t know why they did that. Everyone in these damn apartments knew not to fuck wit’ me. They knew I ain’t have sense. They knew I was fucked up in the head and didn’t give a shit.
I turned my attention back to the woman I was under.
That's the reason I was losing my damn mind. I wanted to eat her pussy. That’s how I knew I was losing my damn mind.
When this was said and done, I might have to be put in a damn psych ward ‘cause who the fuck Daee think she gon’ fuck after me?
I ain’t want no relationship, but she wasn’t ‘bout to be in one either.
Rolling over, I grabbed both Daee’s arms and held them above her head while fucking the shit out of her. I captured one nipple in my mouth and then the other. Her whimpering turns into cries. I flicked my tongue inside her ear, and Daee squealed, trying to move her head away.
“I’m finna come, Shad.”
“Come all over it, then Daee. Come for me. Give me all of that shit.”
I pulled out, and before she could even miss it, I pushed back inside, causing Daee to squirt. She looked horrified. That told me a nigga ain’t never made her squirt before.
Damn.
I buried myself inside of her one last time, my own release tearing through me like a tidal wave.
I pulled my shit out just in time into my hand.
Sweat prickled my forehead. I’d almost fucked up and released inside of Daee.
Her pussy was that good and gripped me perfectly, but not too good for me to give her my juniors.