Chapter 6 #3
I got comfortable and kept my eyes locked in on hers while stretching both of my arms out across the back of the couch like a King.
I didn’t have to do nothing at all besides allow her to pull out my already throbbing dick and let her go to work.
Sex with Tasha never lasted too long because it was always business for her while it was personal for me, but she enjoyed the shit just as much as I did although she would never say it.
Did she love Nay, sure she did, but she loved her mama too and I was her only source to getting those high ass hospital bills paid so this was an eye for an eye.
Besides, we used to fuck in high school before she decided that Nay would be a better fit for me before hooking us up.
Nay never knew that part though. Tasha and I didn’t fuck anymore after that, but when her mama got sick she had to play for me to pay.
Tasha got right in front of me and positioned herself in between my legs before dropping on her knees to grab my hard dick, lightly blew and spit on the tip, before working her magic putting the head in her warm mouth without looking at me.
I immediately felt my heart rate pick up as I tucked my bottom lip and tossed my head back before placing one hand on the top of her head guiding her to go down farther.
Tasha was a certified pro at this shit, like the bitches we saw on porn and her throat was damn near like it never ended.
“Awe damnnn,” I groaned feeling my fucking toes curl.
When I looked down at her, that head was bobbing like a weasel as her spit ran down my shaft and her mouth made gurgling noises.
When I felt myself about to nut, I pulled her up and forced her to sit on my dick.
As soon as she straddled me, she went to work giving me the ride of my life.
She smelled and looked so fucking good, but she would never look me in the face.
I grabbed her ass cheeks spreading them even wider and with every grind of her hips, I slapped her further into me so I could get as deep as I could.
The whole living room sounded like skin smacking and somebody whipping up a wet bowl of mac and cheese.
Tasha acted like she hated my guts, but she couldn’t play me and say the dick wasn’t good because even when she didn’t want to, her ass started moaning, like now. She tossed her head back feeling that feeling that came right when she was about to dress my dick up with her sweet juices.
She started fucking and bouncing on the dick even harder. “Ahh, mmm fuck, shit, fuck, damnn. Ahh.” She moaned causing me to place one hand over her mouth while I ripped right through her too, muffling my own moans.
After we both released, she collapsed placing her head on my shoulder trying to catch her breath as sweat perspired all over her forehead. Two minutes later, she eased herself off of me watching my lifeless dick slither right out of her, leaving bodily fluids behind.
Tasha disappeared down the hallway without saying a word and a couple seconds later I heard the bathroom faucet running then when the faucet cut off, Tasha came walking back into the living room drying her hands on a towel before tossing it over the back of a chair.
She even looked my way. Instead, she walked over to the coffee table, picked up the envelope I’d left, opened it just enough to make sure it was all there, then slid it into one of the kitchen drawers without saying shit.
“You can go now,” she said in a flat tone as she headed toward the front door.
I couldn’t help but smirk. “Damn.”
She placed her hand on her curvy hip. “What?”
“You always be in a hurry to throw a me out but be happy when that bag drop.”
She glared at me long and hard then she let out a little laugh that didn’t sound like she was amused at all. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
I stood, grabbed my keys off the coffee table, and took my time walking toward her. Besides, I had to bounce anyway. “You acting like I forced you.”
She clenched her jaws. “You really wanna have this conversation?”
“I mean…” I shrugged. “From the way you was holding onto me a few minutes ago, somebody walking in here would’ve thought we actually liked each other.”
She looked at me like she’d slap the taste out my mouth if she thought she could get away with it. “Don’t go there.”
“What?” I chuckled.
“You know exactly what.” She frowned.
For the first time since I walked through that door, I let the grin disappear from my face.
We stood there looking at each other for a long time, and underneath all that anger, I saw the guilt in her eyes because of Nay.
She carried that girl around on her conscience every day that’s why she went so hard for her, and I could see it all over her face.
“You finished?” she asked quietly.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good.”
She pulled the front door open. “Now get the fuck out my house.”
I stepped past her, stopping just long enough to glance back over my shoulder. “You still gone answer when I call.”
Her she squint her eyes once again. “Whatever.”
“You will.”
I walked out without another word after that hearing the deadbolt lock as soon as my feet hit the porch. Tasha could hate me all she wanted. As long as her mama kept needing me… she wasn’t going nowhere.