Prologue #3
Smoke pulled his fingers out with a wet sound, leaving me shuddering against the door. He dropped down on both knees right on the cold floor, grabbed the waistband of my jeans and panties together, and jerked them down.
He pushed my knees apart, gripped the backs of my thighs, and buried his face right between my legs. His tongue laid flat against my slit, dragging from the bottom of my opening all the way up over my swollen clit in a long, deliberate lick that made my stomach drop.
“Sherroddd!!!”
I let out a loud moan and grabbed his head, trying to hold him still, but he was already working his mouth against me, sucking on my clit and flicking it back and forth.
Every time my hips started shaking, and I tried to pull back from the friction, his hands clamped down tighter on my thighs to keep me pinned against the front door.
“Smoke, I’m… I’m about to cum,” I gasped, my fingers locked around the back of his head.
“Go ‘head and cum then,” he muttered against my wet skin without stopping his mouth. He sucked harder, his tongue moving fast and wet against my clit until my whole lower half locked up.
“Ooohhh, fuucckkkk…” I cried out, my knees trembling so hard they almost gave out, while my pussy clamped down and flooded his mouth. He stayed right there between my thighs, licking through every spasm, humming into me until the shaking finally started to ease off.
He stood up, licking his wet lips, his eyes completely fixed on mine.
He reached down to unbuckle his jeans and pushed his boxers down below his knees.
I licked my lips in anticipation as he grabbed his dick to stroke it a couple of times.
It was thick, glistening wet at the tip with a slight upward curve that always hit me exactly where I needed it.
Smoke grabbed my left thigh, hooked it up over his hip, and pinned my back flat against the door again. “Put yo’ arms ‘round my neck,” he told me, his voice rough and low.
I locked my hands behind his neck as he lined himself up. He pushed inside in one steady stroke, stretching me around his girth until he was all the way in. “Babe,” I gasped against his ear and held onto him tighter while my body adjusted to his size.
“Fuck,” Smoke let out a deep groan from his chest, his forehead dropping down against my shoulder while his hands gripped my hips. “Damn, Lace,” he grunted, holding still for a second to let my walls tighten around him. “I fuckin’ love you.”
“Me too,” I whispered, digging my nails through the cotton of his shirt.
He pulled back until only the head was inside me before fucking me hard enough to make the door rattle behind me. His grip tightened on me as he kept that same hard pace, driving his dick deep into my pussy until I was moaning against his neck and holding on tighter.
I knew every inch of him and exactly what he could do to me, but tonight it felt different. There was too much shit between us that neither of us wanted to talk about anymore, so we fucked through it instead.
“Tell me… this shit… belongs… to me,” he said between hard thrusts, his grip bruising my thigh.
“Only you, baby! Always!” I cried out, lifting my other leg to wrap around his waist so my feet were off the ground. “You know it.”
He pulled out and caught me under my thighs before my feet could touch the floor, carrying me upstairs to his bedroom.
As soon as he put me down, Smoke pushed me back onto the mattress and grabbed my ankles, forcing my knees toward my shoulders.
Before I could catch my breath, he bent between my legs, spread me open, and spit against my ass.
“Babyyyy!” My whole body jerked when his mouth dropped lower, his tongue moving hungrily over my asshole before he dragged it back up and sucked my pussy into his mouth.
Smoke repeatedly did that as I squirmed beneath him, shaking my head from side to side. The pleasure kept building until I could barely think straight. When I finally looked down at him between my legs, I felt damn near delirious.
“Oooohhhhh… fuuucckkkk!!!” A growl tore out of me as my hips bucked against his face, but he held my legs right where he wanted them.
My fingers dug into the pillows as another hard wave hit me.
“Fuck! Baaaabbeeee!!!” I cried, twisting beneath him as the pressure broke all at once and I squirted hard against his mouth.
My thighs shook uncontrollably while I gripped the pillows tighter, trying to run from the pleasure even though there was nowhere for me to go.
He stayed between my legs and slurped up every drop before finally lifting his head.
I was still gripping the pillows, breathless and trembling while the last aftershocks as my legs slowly dropped.
He just watched me squirm, his eyes locked on mine while I struggled to get myself together. “Fuck,” I panted, sweat beading on my forehead. “Shit…”
A slow, satisfied grin pulled at his mouth as he dripped with my juices. “Mhm. You know what type of time I’m on,” he grunted as he leaned over me and kissed me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth as his hand stayed firm on my hip.
He pulled off his shirt, showcasing his muscles and heavy tattooed chest before climbing back between my legs.
He returned my knees to their position, toward my shoulders as he lined himself up and plunged back inside me in one hard stroke.
The angle had me crying out and pressing my hand against his chest.
“Wait, hold on…”
He started drilling into me with long, steady strokes, his chest rubbing against my bare breasts with every push.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back, and matched the rhythm of his hips.
His mouth found mine, kissing me roughly, his tongue sliding against mine while his dick pounded hard against my G-spot.
The bedroom smelled like his Polo cologne, our sweat, and the weed smoke lingering in his curtains.
“I wanna… I wanna get on top,” I whispered against his mouth, tugging at his shoulders.
He pulled out with a slow, wet sound, letting out a frustrated groan as he rolled onto his back and sank into the pillows.
His chest was heaving up and down, slick with sweat, his hard dick curving up.
I swung one leg over his hips, straddling his thighs, and took his shaft in my right hand.
I guided the head to my opening and slowly lowered myself down onto him, taking every single inch until my pelvis was flat against his pubic bone.
“Fuck, Lacey,” he hissed, throwing his head back into the pillow as his hands immediately came up to grab the sides of my waist. “I’ma miss the fuck outta you.”
I placed my hands flat on his chest and started rolling my hips in slow, wide circles, grinding my clit right against the base of his dick.
Smoke groaned, his fingers digging into my hips to help steer my movement, his hips bucking up slightly to meet every roll.
I picked up the speed, lifting my body halfway up his shaft and dropping back down hard, the wet sounds of our skin slapping filling the quiet room.
“You love it when I ride this dick?” I panted, bouncing harder on his lap while my breasts bounced with every drop. “Tell me you love it.”
“You know I love it,” he said, his voice straining as he reached up with one hand to squeeze my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. “I love you. You know that, right?”
“I love you too, baby,” I told him, and saying it out loud while I looked into his tired, desperate eyes made my throat tighten with tears.
“Don’t start that shit,” he muttered, grasping my throat to kiss me while his hips started slamming up into mine from below.
I rode him with everything I had, my hands sliding against his sweaty chest as the friction between us built into a sharp, uncontrollable heat.
His thrusts got faster and less coordinated, his breathing turning into ragged grunts against my neck.
My pussy suddenly clamped down tight around his dick, spasming in hard, violent pulses that made me scream into his shoulder.
“Baabbyyyy!!! Fuucckkk!!”
Feeling my walls squeezing him sent him over the edge.
He let out a loud, angry shout, grabbed both sides of my ass, and jerked his hips up into me three times before freezing, pumping his hot cum deep inside me while he held me down against his pelvis.
I thanked God for good birth control every single time.
We stayed locked together on the bed for a long time, both of us breathing heavily into the quiet room.
I collapsed forward against his chest, listening to his heart hammering against his ribs while his sweaty arms wrapped around my back.
The ceiling fan made a faint clicking sound as it spun on low.
After a couple of minutes, his dick went soft and slipped out of me, leaving a wet mess between my thighs.
“You got some paper towels on the dresser?” I asked, my voice dry and rough.
“We can take a shower in a few,” he said, but he didn’t let go of my waist to let me get up.
“Sherrod, I’m sticky,” I said, laughing a little against his neck.
“Just… just stay right here for a minute.”
I rested my chin on his chest, watching his jaw work as he stared into the dark corner of the room. “I have to start packing my bedroom on Saturday. My mama said she’s gonna help me box up the closet.”
Smoke didn’t say anything for a long time. He reached over with his right hand, grabbed the edge of the gray comforter, and pulled it up over both of our bare bodies. “Don’t go out there and forget a nigga,” he finally said, his voice flat and quiet.
My chest instantly tightened. Lifting my head, I asked, “What?”
He shrugged like he hadn’t just said something that made my stomach hurt. “You heard me.”
“Why the hell would you even say some shit like that? You think I’m gonna just… ghost you?”