Chapter 27 #4
Gliding into the doggy-style position, Mona cooed, “Take these shoot a bitch or nigga five times gear off, August Senior.”
“I’on want to,” I groaned, removing her boots.
“You don’t have a choice, or I’m going to take your shit off you.
One way or the other, we are going to fuck right here …
right now. I can’t afford to have a bald baby.
The fuck I want to hold a baby that seems as if it’s a doll out of her sister’s room,” she hissed, looking incredible with a demonic facial expression.
Quickly remembering how Azaria scalped her dolls, I howled in laughter while flipping the pregnant beast onto her back.
Eye fucking me, Mona thrust and said, “Don’t take too much time removing my clothes. I’m hot and ready like an oven after August Junior forgot he’s left food in an oven set on 400.”
Laughing harder because I had to holler at him thirty minutes of being in my care about the smoky ass kitchen.
“My, my, my. Just a beautiful pregnant creation on this table,” I groaned, stepping back and unbuckling my belt.
“Step back some more. I need to see this new body of yours,” she cooed, sliding her fingers across her hardened nipples.
Moone Walker’s “She Wanna Fuck” tumbled through the speakers, causing me to rise on my tiptoes and roll my hips.
“Um, let me see what that enforcer body can dooo,” Mona moaned, undressing.
Biting my bottom lip, I put my hands behind my head. Being with whom I had to be with, I had to deal with all types of back-bending, winding, and stripping women. I thought my body was relaxed. I was wrong. Every muscle was activated upon dealing with those kinds of professionals.
“Hold the fuck up!” Mona screeched as my jeans rolled down my legs. “Them gotdamn britches showing outttt!”
As she tossed her clothes on the ground, I laughed while walking toward her.
“Who taught you how to do that?” she moaned as I gripped my drawls. The monster was confined in the tight ass drawls that were best to wear for all the necessary movements I had endured out of nowhere.
“Quite a few professionals who relax the body an’ those that shake that ass an’ flop they titties to get they bills paid,” I answered, climbing out my boots in a way that would make me angry when I saw them in the morning.
“Well, if I choose you, you must teach me that,” she said sluggishly, eyeing me as I gripped my dick. “Cloaked Headddd!”
Mona, please stop, I thought, holding in my laughter as I flopped my dick out of my drawls like he was the High Joker.
“There he goes,” she moaned, eyes lowering as she caressed her clit.
“Monaaa,” I held out, stepping closer to her, refusing to remove my eyes from hers.
“What?” she whimpered as I placed my hands outside of her legs.
“I need Cloaked Head in me,” she moaned, spreading her pussy.
“He comin’. Hold on,” I responded, pushing up on the table.
Holding the position, I made my dick jump.
“Jump his ass six times and walk his ass to me,” Mona whimpered, raising her legs and fucking her fingers.
There was no need to respond to the aroused queen’s command. Simply, I did it while enjoying her masturbation show. Sons of Funk’s “Pushin’ Inside of You” changed my tempo of giving her the dick. Plopping my dick head on the table, I used my arm strength to carry me to the cumming woman.
“August Abbott Senior, I know damn well you aren’t creeping closer to me as if your legs don’t work,” she said, astonished, no longer fucking her fingers.
“I am.” I smiled, proud that my legs and back had stopped hurting from a stiff body movement while only using my arms to get me where I needed to go.
“What kind of fucking hiatus were or are you on?” she voiced as I looked at her idling hand.
Fully kicking out of my boots, I commanded, “Move yo’ hand.”
Upon placing them beside her head, I became a snake, sneaky, relaxed, and ready to capture its prey when the moment called for it.
Mona was too antsy. I liked it when she was relaxed and composed.
Her antsy behavior would fuck up our orgasm.
I couldn’t have that because she would only receive this dick once.
The arch in her back disappeared as a sigh of relief cruised from her ajar lips.
There it go, I thought, swooping down, mouth connecting to the pussy that I couldn’t afford another motherfucka to taste and feel. Yet, I had to allow another motherfucka in it, so he knew I … would … forever … be … hers … as … she … was … mine.
“Augustttt,” she held out, thrusting, as I pancaked the pussy slowly, pinched her nipples, and slid her body up the table.
Thiago, get ready fo’ me, nigga. You won’t even see me comin’.
Just as no one else will. Mona Beezus Averhart, Kingston Abbott, Kingdon Abbott, and Kingsley Abbott brought me to this nigga.
An’ I fuckin’ love him, I thought, massaging my pregnant lady’s titties while rapidly flickering my tongue across her pussy hole.
“August Abbott,” Mona groaned, holding onto the back of my head as I slithered my tongue into the pussy that was wet, but would be dangerously wet when I finally put my dick in her.