Chapter Ten
Channing
Ms. Rhythm was fucking me up.
I’d been chilling with her in VIP for a good lil minute now. We’dbeen drinking and chatting it up. She avoided telling me anything too personal about her, but still, I liked her vibe. We’d migrated from the VIP to the dance floor. Once again, she was grinding that thick ass up on me.
“DFMU” by Ella Mai crooned through the speakers of the lounge. I could tell she was feeling the music with the way she was winding her hips and touching all over me. The lust in her eyes told me she was looking for trouble. I wasn’t the least bit opposed to being the trouble she got into.
“You keep looking at me like that and you gon’ know something,” I said, wrapping my arm around her waist.
“I’m down to learn a lesson. Take me out of here and teach me something.”
I chuckled. “The last time I told you to ask for it, you ran from me.”
“Why are you bringing up old shit?”
I had to laugh. “You been drinking, ma. I don’t need you waking up in the morning with regret.”
“I’ve been drinking, but trust me, I’m sober. I know exactly what I’m saying.”
I eyed her curiously. I knew she was probably on some get back shit with her nigga. I didn’t care about that. This wasn’t some immediate love connection I was trying to make with her, and I was positive it wasn’t that for her either. I could give her a taste of what she was looking for.
I leaned in and spoke into her ear. “Listen, baby. If I take you outta here, I’m not being gentle about shit. You’ll be thoroughly fucked.”
“Is that a promise?”
She smirked as she slipped out of my arms and grabbed my hand. I led her through the crowd and out of the lounge. After I handed the valet the ticket for my car, we patiently waited for it to be pulled around. My eyes trailed her thick ass frame from head to toe.
Shit, she was fine.
She was brown skinned with a killer set of hazel eyes and a plump set of lips. Baby had that Coke bottle figure, full breasts, slim waist, round hips, and ass for days. Unlike a lot of these L.A. broads, her shit was homegrown. I was talking collard greens, cornbread, neckbones, and fatback fed. Everything matched.
The tattoo etched into her thick brown thigh was on full display with that split in her dress. I wondered where else she had ink, and if it was somewhere I could see while I was hitting her from the back. Whoever her nigga was had to be a damn fool for having her out here like fresh meat. If a woman this fine was my lady, she would never be out like this without me.
The valet pulled my car around, and I opened the door for her. She climbed in, and I closed the door before heading to the driver’s side. When I climbed in, she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of me.
“Whatchu doing?” I asked.
“Sending your picture and my location to my girl. If anything happens to me in your care, my daddy is the black Brian Mills, and he will hunt your ass down.”
I chuckled. “You’re safe,” I assured her. “I’d never die over some pussy… no offense.”
“None taken.”
She strapped herself in and relaxed into the seat. I shook my head as I pulled off from the curb. A short drive later, I pulled up to a luxury hotel. Once again, the valet handled my car while Rhythm and I headed inside. She copped a seat in the lobby while I took care of our room situation.
Once that was done, we headed up to the eighth floor. The entire elevator ride, she stood with her ass planted against me, even though there was ample space in the empty elevator. I didn’t mind, though. That muthafucka was just as soft as I liked it. She had no idea the type of back shots I was about to deliver to her pretty ass tonight.
The elevator chimed, and we stepped off, making our way to room 869. Scanning the keycard, we entered the room. It was fitted with a king-size bed, kitchen, and a massive bathroom with a huge walk-in shower. She tossed her things on the counter, took off her heels, and strutted over to the bed. I kicked off my shoes as I watched her climb on.
She crooked her finger, beckoning me to her seductively. When I was in her space, she rose to her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her lips pressed softly against mine before she sucked on my bottom lip. The sexiest moan escaped her as she opened her mouth to give me her tongue. Remnants of the Lemon Drops she’d been consuming all night lingered behind.
My hands had a mind of their own as they slid down her back to her ample ass. I gave it a hefty squeeze before giving it a firm slap.
“Shit,” I mumbled.
As we kissed, I inched the dress up over her ass. Pulling her thong aside, I dipped a finger into her wetness from behind. She gasped as I breached her tight, wet walls.
She moaned my name. “Channing…”
“Kissing makes your pussy wet like this, ma?” I asked, stroking her hole.
She bit her lip as she nodded.
“Take this shit off.”
I pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it aside. Before me, she wore nothing but a tiny black thong. Pierced nipples stared back at me as I licked my lips. Lil mama was stacked like a brick house, and I was ready to knock her walls down.
I stepped back and disrobed as she watched me. Various emotions played in her face. On one hand, she squirmed with excitement as I removed layer after layer of clothing. On the other, she looked a little nervous and unsure. I paused with my boxers on, closing the space between us.
“Where’s your head?” I asked, cupping her chin.
“What do you mean?”
“You look a little hesitant. I’m not pressed to slide between these thick ass thighs. We don’t have to do shit.”
“I’m fine,” she said, though her words weren’t convincing.
“Nah, baby. I don’t like your energy right now.” I picked up her dress and tossed it back to her. “The room is paid for. You can chill here for the night, but I’m gonna head out.”
I grabbed my clothes to redress, but she stopped me.
“It’s just… I haven’t been with another man in years, okay? I’m used to one. I know what he likes, and I do it well. I don’t know—”
I held up a hand to stop her. “I’m not a selfish lover. I know how to get me off. My job is to make sure you leave satisfied. This ain’t my first rodeo, baby. I handle pussy, very well, I might add. You don’t have to do shit but take this dick.”
I grabbed my dick for emphasis. Her hesitancy made him deflate just a little, but he was still a sight to be seen.
“Tell me what you want,” I said.
“Something new… even if it’s for a night.”
Rhythm pulled my clothes from my hands and dropped them on the floor along with hers. Sitting back on the bed, she maneuvered her thong off and tossed it at me. The seat of the thin fabric was soaked in her juices, and the aroma made my mouth water. She spread her legs, and nothing but clean shaven, dripping wet pussy greeted me.
She reached between her thighs and circled her clit with her fingers before dipping them into her wet center. Her back touched the bed, and her nipples peaked as she slowly stroked herself. My dick strained against my boxers as I watched her writhe against her hand and moan in pleasure.
Pushing my boxers down, I stepped out of them and grabbed the condom from my wallet. As I rolled it on, I closed the space between us. Grabbing her ankles, I pulled her to the edge of the bed. She pulled her fingers from her wetness and spread her essence on her nipples.
Sitting up, Rhythm beckoned my lips to it. I stuck out my tongue and licked the hardened buds, causing her to shudder. The taste of her on my palate was so fucking sensational that I had to close my eyes. Her hand went to the back of my head as I alternated between breasts, devouring her sensitive buds.
“Oooo…” She moaned loudly and arched her back.
I pulled back and wrapped my fingers around her throat. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she looked up at me and smirked. I kissed her lips, and she opened her mouth to welcome the essence of herself on my tongue. She moaned as she sucked on it.
Dick in hand, I ran it between her slick lips as I kissed her. She was already so fucking wet that the muthafucka was talking back at me. I positioned myself at her entrance and slid into her with one swift stroke. Her breathing hitched as her pussy stretched to accommodate taking me all at once.
She cried out. “Shit! Ooo fuck!”
I hit her with those long, deep strokes as I slightly gripped her neck.
“Good girl,” I praised her. “You taking this dick so well. Play with this pussy for me.”
She reached between us and began strumming a rhythm on her clit. The more she stroked it, the wetter her pussy became. I watched myself sliding in and out of the mess we were making. Her nigga had to be crazy. As wet as her shit was, I’d be in this muthafucka every night. She was leaking so bad that it was dripping in between her ass cheeks.
What an ass this was, too. I just had to see it from the back. Pulling out of her, I flipped her onto her stomach and climbed onto the bed with her. She tried to get into position to arch her back, but I pushed her down flat.
“Nah, baby. I need you where you can’t run from me,” I said.
“I’m not a runner,” Rhythm tossed over her shoulder.
“Fucking with me, you will be.”
I pushed her legs apart with my knees and slid back into her. This time, I hit her with steady strokes that had her ass slapping against my thighs. With one hand wrapped around her throat, and the other gripping her hair, I pounded her sweet pussy with no mercy.
“Oh fuck… oh shit!”
She braced herself on her elbows, attempting to throw her ass back at me, but I pushed her back down.
“Stay,” I commanded. “This is my pussy tonight. Let me take care of her. You just enjoy it.”
“It’s so good… fuck! It’s so good!”
I chuckled. “I know, baby.”
“You’re so deep… Oh my… fuck!”
Against her word, she pushed back against me. I grabbed her hands and gripped her wrists.
“I thought you weren’t a runner?” I said, pounding her. “You can take this dick, right?”
“Y-yes!”
“You should see the way this pussy is creaming on my shit. So fucking beautiful.”
“Oh, God! Please… make me cum! I wanna cum!”
“You tappin’ out on me already, ma?”
I slowed my strokes but made sure to keep tapping her G-spot. Her pleasured whimpers were music to my ears. She panted heavily. I felt her tucking her feet around my legs. Her hips wound in a circular motion as she used me for leverage to ride my shit. I freed her arms and watched for a moment as she fucked herself.
“That’s it, baby,” I said, giving her ass a firm slap. “Take what you need.”
Rhythm lifted herself up on her elbows and bounced her ass on my lap. Her hand disappeared between her thighs as she feverishly stroked her clit.
I gave her about ten seconds to please herself before I gripped her neck and pulled her back against me. I gave her short thrusts, assaulting her G-spot. Reaching around, I replaced her fingers with my own on her clit.
“You ready to cum for me, Rhythm?” I whispered in her ear.
“Y-yes!”
“Make this pussy sing for me.”
As if all she needed was my permission, her pussy contracted around my dick, and she coated me to the point where I could feel her juices leaking down to my balls. With an exasperated breath, her body stiffened as I erupted into the condom.
For a while, Rhythm just stayed put while my dick throbbed within her walls. When I released her, she slumped forward and looked back at me.
“That… is some fucking… demon dick…” she declared.
I chuckled as I pulled the cum filled condom off and headed to the bathroom to flush it.
“You done, or you trying to go another round with a demon?” I asked.
“Just let me catch my breath,” she said, rolling over onto her back.
I smirked. This might be a long night.