Chapter 8 #2
Feeling bold as hell, I placed one hand on his chest, the other one on the base of his dick, rubbing it up, and down my pussy that was already dripping for him, and I slowly lowered myself onto it, biting my lip hard as hell in the process, while looking him in his eyes.
That dick felt ten times bigger, and heavier, as I tried to sit all the way down on it. I sat halfway down on it and tried to ride him like that.
“Sit down on it all the way, or I’ll sit you down on it all the way,” he voiced, and you could hear the seriousness in his voice.
I needed some kind of help. Something to hold on to.
Some kind of motivation. I was able to wrap my arms around his neck, as if I was hugging him, allowed the pain to slowly subside, lowering myself down on the dick, and I slowly started going up and down, crying in his ear at how good it felt.
Not moaning. Not whining. I was in his ear crying because of the feel of that dick.
It was deep in my guts, and Dolo was up under me, only slowly stroking me, just giving me a little bit of thrill, and even that had me going crazy.
“You gonna forgive meeeeee?” I moaned, arms still wrapped around his neck, bouncing up, and down on the dick, having my way. I was in my own world… floating.
“Forgive you for what? Name all the shit you did,” he spoke back to me.
“Accused you of cheating,” I moaned, and then he took his free hand, and slapped me hard as hell on my ass. My body jerked at the slap, but I kept the pace going and continued riding him.
“What else?” he asked, after blowing smoke in the air.
“I wasn’t appreciative….. Dolooooo….. babyyyyy…. I don’t wanna squirt… I don’t wanna squirt,” I cried out, trying to get off him because I felt that feeling where it felt like I was getting ready to piss on him.
This man wrapped an arm around my waist, locking me in, and he started drilling into me, sending me to a place that had my head spinning, eyes rolling, voice getting caught in my throat, as I squirted on his dick, doing it long, and hard.
“Shit. Oh shit!” I croaked, removing my head from the crook of his neck, and I crashed my lips into his, kissing him.
The kiss was out of this world, nasty. The kind of kiss where I felt like I was cumming again.
I don’t know who I was feeling like tonight, but I don’t think I’ve ever kissed this nasty before.
My pussy was throbbing, as it had a tight grip on that dick, and usually, I would need a few seconds to get myself together after busting a big nut, but there I was, riding again, ready to make another mess on it.
Dolo had his phone in the cupholder. I watched him as he picked it up, unlocked it, and he maneuvered his fingers around, and then placed the camera in front of him.
One hand was holding the blunt that he was puffing on, while the other one held the phone in his hands.
I was so locked in right now, that I didn’t give a damn that he was recording.
“Dominiqueeeeeee….. daddyyyyy… I love youuuu,” I cried out, going up and down on that dick at a slow rhythm.
“Come on, baby. Fuck your way out the doghouse,” his words made the hairs on my body stand up.
I got goosebumps all over listening to him talk to me.
The sounds that my pussy was making was loud as hell.
Each time it slammed down, it sounded like straight water being mixed around.
Dolo recorded a little more, and he tossed the phone back down in the cupholder.
He put the blunt out too, and I already knew he was about to put my little ass to work.
As I bounced up and down on that dick, I watched him pick his hand up, and he put his thumb in my mouth. I had no idea why he did that, but I was so freaked out right now, that I sucked on it, coating it, getting it wet, and then he pulled it out.
He laid the seat back as far as it could go, causing me to crash harder into him, but I never stopped riding that dick.
His strong arm wrapped around me, and with the same finger that he just put in my mouth, I felt it go near my ass, where he just fingered it in a circular motion as I continued riding, and then he slowly pushed it in, making me squeal.
“Relax, baby. Keep doing what you were already doing,” he talked to me, his eyes low through the Prada frames that he was wearing.
I’m telling you, those glasses brought out this nastiness in him.
He taught me something new every time that we had sex, and now, here he was tonight, slipping that thumb in my ass, while I was riding him, and when I tell you my eyes started rolling deep, I was loud as hell, soaking wet, and just all around losing control from what my body was experiencing.
His lips found my nipples, in which he started sucking, and that was the icing on the cake for me. He had me. He was fuckin me and doing shit to me that was going to have me pass out.
“Why you doing this shit to meeeeee?” I moaned, as tears were falling from my eyes because of the passion.
“To fuckin remind you, baby. Ain’t no bitches out here getting dick from me.
Just you. I drop fat ass loads in you, baby.
It’s no way I can take another bitch down, knowing what I’m out here doing to you.
Don’t you ever in your fuckin life accuse me of no shit like that again.
Agree to that shit while you bouncing on this dick,” he was on my ass, fuckin me crazy, even though he was below me.
That thumb was still in my ass, working me too.
“Okayyyyy… I won’t do it no moreeee.…. Baby…. okay. Baby fuckkkkk…. Fuckkkkk I’m cumming againnnn,” I wailed.
“I’m right there with you baby,” he let me know, picking up speed, and I squirted again, while he slowly milked me.
Because I turned the air up, making it so hot in here, we were sweating. It was the good sweat though. The sex sweat. The one that glistened on your body. The one that showed proof that the sex was amazing.
Dolo reached over, so that he could make it colder in here, turning the air on full blast. I crashed my head into his chest, trying to calm down, and catch my breath.
As I was lying on him, he reached over for his phone, and seconds later, I could see that he had the front camera on us.
I could see my face, and I could see his.
We looked so beautiful together. He started recording a video and asked me for a kiss.
I was floating, feeling the aftereffects of good sex, so I slowly lifted my head up, turned to look at him, and I kissed him for about twenty seconds straight.
I eventually pulled away, laid my head back down on his chest, and when I saw that he was still recording, I hit the phone out of the way, which made him laugh.
“Ima post our videos on my Instagram. Show you off right quick, especially since you accused me of cheating,” he voiced, and I didn’t even have a response for that because I didn’t want to bring that topic back up, forcing us to start arguing again.
He went to the first video that he took, showing it to me.
It was the video where I was riding him, and he was smoking.
The camera was on him. You could only see him, but you could hear me.
I sounded like a bitch that was sprung on dick.
You heard me calling him daddy and telling him that I loved him.
“Don’t post that Dominique,” I said, and he laughed.
“Nah. I gotta show the world that I’m not cheating,” he said, and I just waved him off.
I sat up a few seconds later, so that I could reach over, and grab the hoodie that I came in here wearing because just that fast, I had gotten cold.
“How you going to be mad at me, but you wearing my shit?” he wanted to know, as I was slipping the hoodie over my head. I ignored his question, but continued to straddle his lap, and look him in his eyes.
“Did you miss me?” I wanted to know.
“I did. Four days felt like four years,” he was honest.
“Why didn’t you respond back to my messages then?” I wanted to know.
“Because life don’t work like that, baby. You don’t get to do what the fuck you want to do, accuse me of whatever you want to, and think that all is supposed to be forgiven. I had to let you sit with that. Bet you won’t do that shit again,” he said.
“Your punishments are cruel,” I said, trying to lift myself up because I wanted to put my bottoms back on.
I felt sticky. I needed to get in the house, so that I could take a shower. He didn’t let me get up though. He lifted the hoodie up from the back, so that he could hold onto my ass. He had a firm grip too. I lifted his glasses up a little bit because they had fallen down the bridge of his nose.
“In all seriousness, I’ll never cheat on you.
I know it’s not good to really make promises for the future because we can’t honestly say what we will, and won’t do years from now, but I just know that it’s certain shit that I won’t do.
It’s certain lines that I won’t cross. Sticking my dick in another bitch would be too disrespectful, and I know that you’ll never forgive me for that.
I had four days to sit back and think about the shit that happened between us.
Even though I was trying to prevent an argument from happening, I should have texted you and asked you if you were cool with hanging with Uzi, instead of just throwing that shit at you, and making you find it out from Uzi.
I apologize for that. Everything else, that’s all on you.
You at fault for the rest of that shit,” he said, and I laughed, while rolling my eyes.
“You make me out to be so problematic,” I announced.
“I don’t. Sometimes, your ass just be tweaking. That’s why I’m glad that you don’t do drugs, or drink. I think that shit would have you crazier than what you already are,” he tried to be funny, and I shoved him.
I was just glad that we could put that shit behind us. I had been going crazy without him. I had to stop listening to these crazy ass voices in my head. Those voices caused me to almost lose my man.