Drill & Stroke It (Just Like That)

Prologue

“Banging on my door at two o'clock in the morning when you could’ve just called me and let me know you were coming is psychotic behavior, Norie. What is your damn problem?” Evie asked as he brushed past her after finally tearing his gaze away from her big, pretty ass titties and her freshly waxed pussy.

She was so annoyed with the cold shoulder he’d been giving her lately, but the flashbacks of him drilling her pussy until his dick was imprinted on her walls always overshadowed her frustrations.

Also, it didn’t help any that he was so fucking fine; he constantly left a trail of wet clits dancing in his wake.

Hers included. Every broad-shouldered, tattooed inch of his athletic, seductive, six-foot, thirty-four-year-old frame looked as though he’d been sculpted by the blessed hands of Jesus himself.

Though it wasn’t just his body that repeatedly caused her pussy to rain puddles in her panties; it was his smooth, freckled, honey-hued skin, his thick, long, full beard, smokey auburn-colored eyes, and long dreads that had Evie constantly talking to her clit about unacceptable behavior.

Her pussy was straight up stubborn and constantly needed to be talked off the edge of giving in to intense horniness when it came to Norie.

“You my gotdamn problem wit’ ya secret-keeping ass, Evie.

I swear you lucky as fuck that I’m even giving you this fucking courtesy visit behind the shady way you moved.

” Norie shot back as he made himself comfortable on Evie’s plush black sectional.

“I can hardly stand to look at you after the shit you did. And why is this gotdamn couch so gotdamn soft? All this fucking thing make you wanna do is fuck on it and sleep on this soft shit. It’s too fucking comfortable.

Get another damn couch.” He demanded while backhanding the pillows in irritation as his nose scrunched up in annoyance while reaching for one of the blunts from the glass coffee table Evie had rolled for herself earlier that day; he fired it up and took a hit.

Norie knew he was being an ass, but he didn’t give three fucks and a camel’s dick that he was on one.

He wanted all the smoke today. Since he was about to light into Evie’s ass about her foul ass behavior, he needed to stay pissed at her so he could keep his addiction to her under control.

His dick only wanted the Splash Mountain waterpark buried between Evie’s thighs.

And he couldn’t shake that shit for shit.

No matter how hard he’d tried to convince himself over the last few days that Evie was just another pussy and set of beautiful ass titties that didn’t mean anything to him, his mind refused to fall in line with the lie.

Unfortunately for Norie, he knew when they first met that he was in love with her soft, fluffy ass.

So, trying to fight all the reasons he was attracted to her, especially that sexual one, was going to be a muthafucka because everything from her presence to her damn soft ass couch just screamed seduction, and that she was well versed in knowing how to handle a nigga’s pleasure.

Norie also just really enjoyed being in Evie’s space.

Being in her company was calming and made him horny.

She was the perfect mix of everything he craved.

He also loved how her house smelled like fresh pound cake, citrus, and powdery vanilla.

He loved how the energy in her home was soothing and cozy at the same time.

Her crib was a safe haven where he could remove the world from his shoulders and inhale peace.

But all that shit rubbed him the wrong way today.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re babbling on about, but if you can’t stand to look at me, you can take your ass right back out the gotdamn door.

” Lying on her side, Evie used her left hand to prop her head up while resting a leg against the couch.

“I’ll be damned if I let you disrupt my fucking peace at three in the damn morning.

And as far as your comment about my couch, I just refuse to acknowledge that dumb shit.

So, do me a favor and get to the point of all this foolishness because I was just about to try out my new vibrator. ”

As Norie’s gaze glided up and down Evie’s body, his annoyance with how attractive he found her only grew.

Which irritated him even more because he’d rather be blowin’ her back out right now instead of curbing his desire to wring her neck.

But wringing her neck while being buried deep inside her pussy seemed like it would be the perfect solution to his dilemma.

And since he knew what that lusty ass look in her whiskey-hued eyes meant as well as her comment about her vibrator, he was about two seconds away from beating her pussy into submission.

In the short time he’d known her, Norie had come to learn Evie’s habits and cues.

He knew when she needed to be hugged, encouraged, kissed, caressed, fucked, or all five.

Shit, her aura all but demanded it. He’d studied how to read her well, and the shit had its advantages.

But at this moment, he couldn’t stand the fact that the 5’9 walking sex symbol was so gorgeous and comfortable in her freckled, syrupy brown skin.

Her curvy, size nineteen frame effortlessly demanded his fucking attention.

Her big, hooded, slanted orbs, fat dimpled cheeks, big perky titties, and heart-shaped face only enhanced all that sexy she was toting around.

Evie Bryanna Hutton was beautiful as fuck, and she knew it.

She knew the power she had over niggas, and she knew that power doubled when it came to Nashawn Norielle Reed.

“Go put some fucking clothes on, Evie. I can’t talk to you while I’m pissed at you when you’re naked.” Norie demanded. He blew out a cloud of smoke as he grazed his tongue across his lips while his dick boxed his zipper.

“I’m not naked; this thing that’s draped around my body is called a robeeeee,” She explained sarcastically as she tugged on her mint green and black lace thigh-length robe.

“That ain’t no robe; it's a few pieces of scrap fabric that’s been sewn together and dipped in color. So like I said,” he took another hit of the blunt. “Go put some fucking clothes on so I can talk to you before you piss me off even more.”

“Welp, I guess your fine, big dick having ass better gon’ and get the absolute fuck over it because you know I’m not about to go put anymore clothes on.”

“Whatever, at least hold the shit closed; this shit I gotta get off my damn chest is serious wit’ yo’ distracting ass.”

“Norie,” Evie chuckled as she waved a hand about in frustration.

“You’re lucky I didn’t answer the gotdamn door with my vibrator hanging outta my pussy.

Now, I’m trying to be nice by entertaining your bullshit.

You’ve been acting funny toward me for damn near a month, and I’ve been brushing the shit off, but you got me fucked up if you think?—”

“Bend ova,” Norie ashed his blunt as his gaze traveled her body.

He licked his lips as he pulled his dick from his sweats and began stroking himself.

He looked at her and had to stifle a moan because she was so gotdamn gorgeous.

Her stretch marks, rolls, and belly were all things that one of her exes tried to make her feel self-conscious and belittle her about, but Norie found all that shit so fucking distractingly attractive.

All he had to do was look at her, and his mouth would start watering, and his dick would brick up. Her soft, fluffy ass was a turn-on for him like no other.

Norie’s dick had been bricked up since Evie answered the door, and the muthafucka refused to give him any relief until he emptied his nuts.

Evie was the only woman who could turn him on at the drop of a dime like that, so she was the only woman who could get him off the way he needed.

He couldn’t stand that shit at the moment, yet he got off on it.

“And hurry up, I need to be inside you. Now.”

“Boy, fuck you,” Evie frowned as she hopped up and headed to the door. “Get the fuck out and don’t fucking come back until you’re ready to spit out whatever the fuck you gotta say to me like a gotdamn adult.”

Placing her hand on the knob, Evie went to twist it open, but Norie was up off the couch and had yanked her away from the door so damn fast, her head spun.

And before she could process what the fuck was happening, Norie had her bent over the back of the couch with one leg hiked up across the top as he slid up in her pussy.

Their breath hitched simultaneously as erotic bliss tried to rip them in two.

Speechless, Evie clutched the couch cushions as Norie gripped her waist with one hand, grabbed a handful of her hair with the other, and began thrusting long, deep strokes into her warm, wet pussy.

She was so fucking wet that he slid right in and filled her, causing her pussy to suck the fuck outta his dick.

“Oooouuu, shit! Norieeeee!” Evie moaned after finding her voice as her eyes fluttered closed and she bit the back of the couch.

Norie’s deep, heavy strokes were lighting her ass up as he wound his hips to knock her pussy out the box from every fucking angle. Even though they’d just gotten started, Evie already had Norie’s dick coated in her creaminess.

“When I tell yo’ ass to bend the fuck ova, I mean bend the fuck ova.

Ain’t no fucking talking slick and crazy to me.

Fuckkk yeah, take all this fucking dick just like that.

Shit yea, throw that ass the fuck back.” He groaned as he watched her pussy suck on his dick.

“Uh huh, just like that.” There was something about watching his dick fill her pussy in particular that always had his dick harder than it’s ever been with any other pussy.

The slipperiness and the splashing sounds as he glided his dick in and out of her was breaking her ass all the way down, and they were enjoying every minute.