Chapter 6 #3
“Come on. Up and down, baby. What’s your goal here?
You just trying to please me, or you want me to nut too?
Tell me,” my eyes were on her, watching as she was working that dick, throwing all that prissy, bougie shit out of the window because she was showing me that she could get nasty, and down like the rest of the women from my past that have sucked a mean dick.
“I want... to... make you nut,” she was able to tell me, with the dick still in her mouth, so her words came out muffled, but I fully understood what she was saying.
“Aight. Keep doing what you doing then. Just speed that shit out. You swallow too, or that’s too nasty for you?” I had to know.
Her ass didn’t even answer me because she started going crazy on the dick, sucking me ten times better than what she was doing before.
Nutting from head was something that every woman couldn’t get a man to do, so if Dionne wasn’t able to get it done, I wasn’t going to hang it over her head.
You had to have extreme talent to accomplish that, and I was fully prepared for her not to do it, but when she sped it up even more, put more spit on the dick, and the vibrations from her moaning onto the head, had me sitting up, putting both hands on the side of her head, and my toes started throwing up gang signs, I knew this girl was about to prove me wrong.
Nut spit out, and I expected her to move her head, but she caught it, only to spit it out, and lick it off. Like she was proud of her work, she used her hand to wipe her mouth, and she smiled at me.
“Who the fuck taught you that shit?” I had to ask. Like this shit was funny to her, she laughed, removed the negligee that she was wearing, exposing her naked body, and then she stood up, so that she could crawl into my lap.
“So, if you been knew how to do that, why you just now pulling that trick out the bag?” I asked, my hands on her ass, feeling high off that shit that I just experienced.
“I had to make sure I really was in love first,” she responded, lifting her body up a little bit, so that she could reach her hand back, hold onto my dick that was rising all over again, and without even giving me the memo, she sat her ass down on that shit, and nastily started riding me, while putting her lips right on mine, kissing me through the moans that she was releasing.
I was in heaven right now. Eyes closed, tongue kissing my baby, as my dick was buried deep inside her warm pussy. Shit was so good that I damn near wanted to shed a few tears.
Dionne broke the kiss, and when she did, that’s when I opened my eyes, so that I could look down at her.
I then looked down at her titties, sticking my tongue out like I was a dog, and once I got a hold of the right one, I sucked on it gently, which only made her moan louder.
She tried to throw her head back, but I slapped her on her ass hard, stopping her.
“Keep your head right where you have it, with your eyes on me,” I instructed.
“Okayyyyyyy,” she moaned, doing like I told her.
“I’m so ready to nut in that pussy, baby.
I like that we started doing that. That’s the only place I want it to go from now on.
Okay?” I asked. She couldn’t answer because she found her own spot from the riding that she was doing, and she kept her body going up and down in that same position, not wanting to lose the momentum that she had going on.
I started stroking her from below, wanting to help her out, and when she started digging her long nails into my shoulder, her moans grew even louder, and she picked up speed, I knew she had reached her peak, and there she was, releasing.
“Fuckkkkkk!” she cursed, as she was calming down from that nut.
I stood up with us, only to flip her, and make her get down on all fours. I got as close on her as I could, keeping my feet planted to the floor, and I slipped in from the back, which caused her to tense up, and her hand went back, putting it on the lower part of my stomach.
“Didn’t you just throw a motha fuckin tantrum the other day when you couldn’t get no dick?
I’m putting this shit in you now, letting you have your way, so don’t start running.
You been trying to get fucked for days, so get fucked Dionne.
Move your hand out the way,” I snapped, my hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them as I dumped dick into her, wanting her to feel every inch of it.
I think this was probably the loudest that I’ve ever had her.
“Tavionnnnnn…. Fuckkkkk! Go slower daddy…. I can’t keep up with thatttttt….” She cried out. I put my hands on her neck, forcing her head back, and she was looking at me upside down, while my head was down looking at her, all the while still on that spot, beating that pussy up.
“You saying you can’t keep up with daddy, but you doing it.
I just made that pussy cum less than a minute ago, and we back at it, trying to make you do it again for the second time.
What you mean you can’t keep up? You doing it.
Everything you supposed to be doing, you doing it” I talked her through this shit, as her eyes were rolling back in her head.
“I get so happy when I’m inside this pussy, baby. You know that?” I asked, finding her spot, and now drilling it because I wanted her to cum hard.
“I knowwww…. Tankkkkk. You going to cum with me?” she asked.
“If you want me to, I will. I want babies, Dionne. I’m ready for a baby. Can I get a son out of you?” I was in the pussy talking crazy, moments away from busting my nut.
“Fuccccckkkkkk…... I’m cumming. Baeeeeeee,” she released, calling out for me.
I was right there, doing the same, filling her up with my nut. I let go of her neck, and when I did that, she collapsed onto the couch, lying on her side, panting, giving me her back, trying to catch her breath.
Laughing, I walked over to the couch, getting behind her, spooning her, and placing kisses on the back of her neck, while cuddling with her.
“Nah. Nah. You a businesswoman, right? Businesswomen get up and go to work. You can’t be sleeping,” I talked shit to her.
“Ima get up in five minutes,” she weakly said.
I knew that was a lie. Every time after Dionne and I finished having sex, she always went to sleep.
Five minutes didn’t even pass, and she had already passed out on the couch.
I was supposed to be getting up, so that I could handle business today as well, but I ended up reaching on the side of the couch, where the basket was, filled with throw blankets.
I grabbed one, wrapped it around our bodies, and I took my ass to sleep right along with her.
6:30 P.M.
I was pulling up to the sports bar, so that I could chop it up with Rico. He’d already texted me about five minutes ago, telling me that he was inside, sitting at a table in the back, waiting for me. I parked the car, and I stepped out, only needing my keys, wallet, gun, and phone.
Once I had all those things, I headed over to the sports bar, walking inside, and it was crowded because the Miami Heat basketball team were playing the Lakers tonight, so it felt like damn near everybody had stepped out to watch the game.
This was a sports bar that I would come often, so when I walked in, it felt like I was home, knowing damn near everyone that worked here.
In fact, the hostess went ahead to let me know that Rico was already in the back, waiting for me.
I made it to the back, where I found my cousin, and the second I got to him, he stood up, and this was my first time seeing him since he balled his ass off on the field, so I roughed the nigga up a little bit, and embraced him with a hug.
“I don’t know what the fuck was in the Gatorade that night at the game, but you make sure you drink that shit all the time. Nigga, you went crazy. That was good shit,” I proudly said to him, hitting him on his chest a couple of times.
Rico stood there smiling, eating it all up, proud of the things that I was saying to him.
After that, we took our seats. We were sitting at a square sized table.
He sat on one side, while I sat on the other.
Before either one of us could say anything, a waiter was walking over.
This sports bar, the women would walk around like how they did at restaurants like Hooters, or Twin Peaks, meaning they wore barely anything.
Titties were all out in your face, and the shorts that they wore were so little, that you could see their ass cheeks.
Rico was damn near breaking his neck staring at the beautiful waitress that we had.
I was a man at the end of the day, so I glanced for a second or two, and that was it.
We ordered a round of shots, some appetizers, and our main meal, not needing to see the menu since we ate here a lot, so we knew the menu by heart.
“Something about you looks different, nigga. What that girl over there doing to you, man? Not you sitting across from me glowing, and shit,” Rico cracked the second that the waitress walked away.
When Rico had been ordering, my phone was in my hands because I was texting Dionne back. She was heading to my house, and I was just letting her know to get there safely. I was so locked in that I probably was texting her back, smiling, and that’s why Rico was calling me out on the shit.
“Gone on with that shit, nigga. Ain’t nobody glowing,” I shot, making the two of us laugh.
“I can tell you really like her though. I knew that shit when I pulled up on you that night to talk, and you had her upstairs in your room. I know you not the type to even move like that, so that spoke volumes to me,” he went on to say, and I nodded my head as I listened to him, knowing that he was right.
“Yeah. That’s my baby, man. She special. What’s good though? I know you didn’t call me down here to talk about my relationship. What’s up? What you got going on?” I asked, getting right to the point because I knew that it was something.