6. Renza Mensah
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
“Fuck, baby… I missed this shit,” Sha’Nelle whined, holdin’ her thighs open while I had my face buried between ‘em.
She was laid back on the pillows with all that body spread out for me.
Her thick thighs was pushed open wide with her stomach movin’ every time she tried to catch herself, and her pussy was so wet against my mouth I had to grip her hips to keep her from slidin’ away from me.
She kept tryna hold herself open, but every time my tongue dipped inside her, her legs shook and tried to close around my head.
I slapped the inside of her thigh and looked up at her through my lashes.
“Keep that shit open,” I told her, my voice muffled against all that wetness. “You missed me so bad, then let me eat what the fuck I missed.”
“Renza,” she cried, throwin’ her head back while her fingers dug into my waves. “Baby, I love you.”
I ain’t answer right away ‘cause my mouth was busy, and if she wanted to talk love, she was gon’ have to feel it first. I dragged my tongue through her slow, startin’ from the bottom and lickin’ all the way up until I caught her clit in my mouth.
Soon as I sucked it, her whole body jumped, and that shit did somethin’ to me.
I had one hand pressed on her lower stomach and the other wrapped around her thigh, holdin’ her in place while I took my time with her ‘cause I had been starvin’ and she was the only thing a nigga had a taste for.
She was wet as fuck, messy in a way that had my beard soaked and my dick hurtin’ against the bed.
I kept my tongue flat at first, lickin’ her slow enough to make her mad, then I pulled back just enough for spit and all that slickness to stretch from my mouth to her pussy in long, sloppy strings.
That shit hung there for a second before it broke against my lips, and I went right back in like I ain’t have no damn sense, flickin’ the tip of my tongue over her clit until she started whinin’ like she ain’t know if she wanted to run or push my face deeper.
“Renza, please…”
I lifted my head just enough to look at her. “Please what, baby?”
She looked down at me with tears sittin’ in her eyes and her chest risin’ hard. “Make me cum.”
I kissed the inside of her thigh before I slid my tongue back down, pushin’ her legs wider so I could get to everything that belonged to me.
I licked lower, spreadin’ her open with my fingers, and when I dragged my tongue between her pussy and then to her ass, she made a sound that went straight to my dick.
I took my time there too, slurpin’ at all that slickness like I ain’t care how nasty it got. She was drippin’ down my mouth, and the more she moaned, the more I wanted to make a mess out of her.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, liftin’ her hips when my tongue pressed against her tighter. “Baby…”
I kissed against her before I went back up to her clit and sucked it hard enough to make her snatch in the sheets. Her nails scraped my scalp, and I grunted ‘cause I liked that shit. I liked knowin’ she was somewhere between lovin’ me and tryna survive me.
I slid my thumb down and rubbed slow circles against her, then eased it inside all this ass while my mouth stayed on her clit. Her body locked up so fast I had to press my forearm across her stomach to keep her down.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, pushin’ her ass down against my thumb. “Renza, don’t stop.”
I wasn’t finna stop… Not with her soundin’ like this and not with her thighs tremblin’ on both sides of my head and her pussy beatin’ against my mouth like it had a heartbeat.
I sucked her clit, fucked my thumb into her ass slow, and let her grind on my face until she stopped givin’ a fuck about bein’ cute. Her hair was all over the pillow, her lashes was wet, and her mouth stayed open like she was tryna pull air into her body but I kept takin’ it from her.
“I’m finna cum,” she cried, and her voice broke when I pushed my thumb deep in her. “Fuck, baby I’m finna cum.”
“Then cum,” I said against her, not lettin’ up.
She tried to grab my shoulders, then my head, then the sheets. She ain’t know what the fuck to hold on to, and that made me eat her harder.
I knew she was close ‘cause her whole body started actin’ confused.
Her hips was pushin’ up, her thighs was shakin’ and her pussy was gettin’ wetter by the second.
I sucked her clit again, slower this time, draggin’ the orgasm out of her on purpose ‘cause I wanted to feel her lose it all over my face.
“Renza!” she screamed, and that first splash hit my mouth before I could even brace for it. “Fuck!”
I groaned into her and kept suckin’ while she came, holdin’ her down ‘cause she was buckin’ like she wanted to get away from her own nut.
She was cryin’, cussin’, and callin’ my name all at the same time, and Phat Mama was makin’ a mess all over my face and beard.
I ain’t move until her body stopped fightin’ me.
Even then, I gave her clit one last slow suck just to make her jerk and smack my shoulder.
“Renza, fuck,” she whined, pushin’ weakly at my head. “Move.”
I laughed low and kissed my way up her stomach, lettin’ my beard drag wet across her skin while she laid there breathin’ hard and lookin’ like I had took the whole day out of her.
By the time I got to her neck, she had her arms around me and her legs locked behind my back like she ain’t just told me to move. I kissed her jaw, then her cheek, then her mouth and she kissed me back like she needed to taste what she had done to me.
“I love you, Sha’Nelle Mensah,” I told her, grabbin’ her hand and kissin’ all over that blue ring I had spent a stupid amount of money on. “You hear me?”
Her eyes filled again, and she nodded while touchin’ the side of my face. “I love you too, baby. I love you so much.”
I kissed her again, lettin’ my tongue slide against hers while her hands rubbed the back of my neck.
She was still shaky under me, still soft and still wrapped around me like she ain’t want no space between us.
My dick was so hard it was startin’ to piss me off, and after all that cryin’ and squirtin’ she had just did, I needed to be inside my wife before I lost what lil’ sense I had left.
I reached between us to grab my dick, but my hand ain’t land on nothin’.
I frowned against her mouth and felt around again. “The fuck?”
Sha’Nelle pulled back, still breathin’ hard. “What?”
I moved my hand lower ‘cause maybe I was too gone and grabbed the wrong spot or some shit, but my palm slid over skin and not my dick. It wasn’t no shaft, no tip, no nothin’.
My whole brain stopped workin’ for a second ‘cause a nigga could misplace keys. A nigga could misplace his phone. A nigga could misplace a blunt if he was high enough, but I know damn well I ain’t never been so pussy drunk I lost my dick.
“Nah,” I muttered, pushin’ up on my hand and lookin’ down between us. “Hell nah.”
Sha’Nelle blinked up at me. “Renza, what is wrong with you?”
I jumped off her so fast she sat up with the sheet against her chest. I looked down at myself, then grabbed around again ‘cause maybe my shit had tucked somewhere. Maybe the angle was weird. Maybe God was playin’ with me and forgot I ain’t one of them niggas you test like that.
But it was nothin’ there…
It wasn’t no print, no swing or no heavy ass problem hangin’ between my legs like it was supposed to be. It was smooth skin where my shit had no business bein’ smooth.
“Where the fuck my dick at?” I shouted, starin’ down at myself like I was waitin’ on it to come out from hidin’. “Nah, for real. Where the fuck my dick?”
Sha’Nelle sat up straighter, her eyes big as hell. “What you mean where yo’ dick?”
“I mean exactly what the fuck I said, ‘Nelle. My dick gone.”
I stepped back from the bed, but the floor ain’t feel right under my feet.
The room tilted just enough for me to notice it, and when I looked back at Sha’Nelle, her face started blurrin’ around the edges.
She was still laughin’, and sittin’ there pretty as hell with that blue ring on her finger, but her voice started soundin’ far away like she was in another room callin’ me from behind a closed door.
I blinked and tried to focus, but everything around me moved wrong.
The bed, the walls, the windows, all that shit started blendin’ together like somebody had smeared the whole room with they hand.
I looked down one more time, and before I could even curse again, my chest got heavy and the floor came up too fast.
Then everything went black…
Then I woke up, my eyes openin’ to sunlight stretchin’ across the ceilin’.
For a second, I ain’t move. I just laid here with my chest risin’ hard, my body hot and my mind still stuck somewhere between Sha’Nelle’s thighs and that fucked up ass dream.
My mouth was dry, my beard was damp from sweat, and my dick was pressed thick against my briefs like it had been fightin’ for its life while I slept.
I looked down quick.
“Thank God,” I muttered, my voice rough as hell.
I lifted the band of my briefs and looked inside just to make sure my shit was really there. Then I gripped myself, feelin’ the weight of it in my hand, and a low breath pushed out of me.
My dick jumped in my palm, hard and heavy, and I shook my head. I had been tryna get Sha’Nelle out my system, and I was still dreamin’ about that damn woman laid open for me like she ain’t belong to somebody else.
I let the band snap back against my stomach and dropped my head against the pillow.
My eyes closed, but that ain’t help nothin’ ‘cause she was still there.
Her voice was still in my head. Her body was still under my hands.
That ring was still on her finger in my mind, and even in a dream where everything went crazy, she still had me fucked up.
I rubbed my hand down my face and stared at the ceilin’ again.
The longer I thought about that dream, the more that shit started makin’ sense. My dick ain’t disappear for nothin’. My mind was tellin’ me what my body already knew…