Chapter 10 #3
I moaned through the full fifteen minutes that it took her to wash my hair.
That shit felt so fuckin good. Her touch was so soft, and sensual.
I didn’t have to do shit while I was in this tub with her because she took care of everything for me.
She took my braids out, washed my hair, and body squeaky clean, and the only thing that I had to do was sit back, and receive.
The tub we were in was huge, so it wasn’t like we were fighting for space while we were inside.
When Dionne finished, I had her get in front of me, so that I could wash her body as well.
I finished, and she climbed in my lap, straddling me.
Her arms were wrapped around my neck, and she was looking me in my eyes.
Soap suds were on her breast, so I leaned in, so that I could suck it off her nipples.
As I was doing that, she put a hand in my wet curls, rubbing it around, and softly moaning at what I was doing.
My dick was hard as I sucked on her nipples, enjoying that chocolate taste.
“Let me eat some pussy, baby. I stressed you. Let daddy make up for it,” I announced, leaning back, ready to start eating.
I didn’t have to say it twice because she quickly stood her naked body up, put that pussy right in my face, and before I started eating from her, I kissed away the soap suds that was there.
Next, my hands went on the side of the tub, and I closed my eyes, and feasted on that pussy.
I was tongue kissing her clit, as she stood up, pussy leaking down my beard, grinding her pussy against my tongue, moaning loudly, sounding as if she was in heaven.
“Tankkkkkkkk…... Godddddddd,” she cried out, her body bucking for a second, where she paused, stopped grinding, and I used this moment to really go in, attacking her pussy with my tongue, and within seconds, her body was shaking, she threw her head back, and she started cumming.
She tried to move her body, but that’s when I took my hands off the side of the tub, put them on her ass cheeks, so that I could spread them, and keep her in place.
“Wait. I want another one. Your juices taste so good, baby. Let me get a second one out of you,” I voiced, not missing a beat because I was still eating her.
I licked all over that pussy, having my tongue go into her ass too, which I licked as well.
I removed one hand from her ass, so that I could stick three fingers in her pussy from the back, where I started slowly finger fuckin her to match the beat of what my tongue was doing.
That combo had her speaking in tongue, making it hard to understand what she was saying.
“Look down, baby. I want you to see the mess you’re about to make,” I coached her from up under, knowing her body so well, that I knew she was seconds away from cumming.
Her legs started shaking again, her voice got caught in her throat, and she pushed out fluids, as she started cumming for me, doing that shit long, and hard.
“Ok... ok... ok... Tank, Okayyyyy,” she whined, snapping her legs closed against my head, trying to get the fuck away from me.
I let her tap out, and when she did, she lowered her body down into my lap, put her hands on my shoulders, where she was panting.
“Taste it. I left some for you to taste, baby,” I let her know.
On some straight nasty shit, she sucked her left over juices off my tongue, licked away the ones that were on the side of my mouth, and it was on from there.
The tongue kissing started, and I reached my hands up, taking that claw clip out of her hair, so that her hair could fall down her back.
Next, I allowed my hands to run up and down her back, go down to her waist, where I lifted her, held onto the base of my dick, and I made her shit on that shit.
“Hmmmmmmmmm…… Don’t fuck back…. Tank…. It’s deeepppp,” she moaned, eyes on me, looking like she wanted to cry.
By now, when it came to sex with us, I knew the shit that Dionne did and didn’t like.
She didn’t like when she would ride, and I would fuck from beneath.
She said the pressure would be too much.
She liked to control it, but I was one of those people where I got off when my baby was riding, and I thrust my hips, meeting her in the middle.
The pressure was a motha fucka though because I would give her deep thrusts, needing her to feel every inch of that dick that was buried inside her.
“I only like fuckin you when that dick is buried deep inside you. You feel me in there?” I asked, putting a hand on the back of her head, so that I could pull her my way. I wanted her closer. I wanted her face damn near touching mine, so I could be closer to her when she started cumming.
“I feel youuuuu… Daddy…. I feel you… Tankkkkkk…. Fuck me slowerrrrrr,” she moaned, eyes rolling.
I did the opposite of what she asked me to do because in seconds, I found her spot from up under, drilled on her shit, stopping the steady flow that we had going on, and she started cumming in seconds.
“Damn baby. Shit! Let me get it from the back. That pussy so fuckin good,” I had no choice but to say, as I stood her up, and made her turn around, facing the mirror.
She leaned her body over the tub, and I went behind her, got low in a squatting position, and I slapped the back of her pussy with my heavy dick, and I pushed inside of her, giving her deep strokes.
“You fuckinnnnn me differentttttt,” she moaned, turning her head, so that she could look at me over her shoulder.
“I didn’t just fuck you like this last night? This morning? Or when we got to the club?” I had to ask for clarification.
Her pussy was wet as hell. I stood back, with my arms crossed, just watching the way my dick was gliding in and out of her, enjoying the mess she was leaving on my dick.
I got pleasure in seeing her juices slip out, dripping down the back of her thighs.
I was standing behind her, tearing that pussy up, deep in my strokes, not going to stop until her knees buckled, and she gave out on me.
“You didn’t answer me, baby,” I shot, uncrossing my arms, so that I could slap her on her ass.
“It’s differenttttttt,” she cried out, still not telling me how. I was in the pussy good, so I guess the shit she was saying wasn’t supposed to make sense to me. I was fuckin up her mental.
I got a hold of her waist, held her tightly because I didn’t want her to run, and I gave her thirty seconds straight of pound town... deep dick… kissing on her neck… beating on her spot repeatedly, and when she came, she shed tears during her nut, and I was right there, filling her up too.
When she finished, she pushed me away from her, got out the tub, and she grabbed her towel, so that she could wrap it around her body.
“Come here. Why you got out?” I asked, dick still hard, wanting to go some more. I don’t know what the fuck happened, but her ass was crying.
“You going to kill the dude from the club? The one that you fought?” she asked me, taking me off guard with her question.
The only thing that was on my mind right now was a nut, yet she was standing here, face drenched in tears, worried about a nigga from the club.
“Dionne, what you talking about baby? That shit was feeling good. Come on. I want some more,” I voiced, not worried about the shit that she was talking about.
“You just fucked me… like you were about to leave me. You going to kill him… and then you going to go to prison for life for doing it. That’s why you just did that,” she cried, and I didn’t mean to laugh, but I did that shit anyways, and me laughing pissed her the fuck off.
I told ya’ll before that Dionne was dramatic as fuck. She’ll come up with these versions of how shit was going to play out in her life, and she’ll believe that shit.
“Dionne, nobody thinking about that nigga right now but you. You just had nothing short of ten inches of dick buried in you. I was in full swing of making that pussy cum back-to-back. You think I’m worried about that bitch ass nigga from the club?
That wasn’t goodbye dick that I was giving you.
I wasn’t around you for three hours. That was ‘I miss you’ dick.
I’m not about to fuckin leave you, man,” I spat, getting out of the water, and I walked over to her.
Truthfully, I think she had left over alcohol in her system from the club because I was making her take shots. Crazy ass girl had to have still been tipsy from that.
I guess what I said to her helped calm her down because she stopped crying.
I removed the towel that she had wrapped around her body, lifting her by putting my hands up under her arms, and I walked with us, sitting her down on the counter.
I pulled her, so that she was on the edge, lifted each of her legs, so that she could plant her feet up on the counter, and the pussy was right in my face.
I put either one of my hands on the side of her, allowed my dick to rest right at the base of her pussy, and when she’d fully calmed down, that’s when I slipped inside, making her gasp, bite her lip, and she slowly fucked back from the counter.
“You sick in the head. I hope you know that shit,” I voiced, leaning my head in, so that I could suck on her neck. The pussy was feeling so good, that it felt like my dick was growing a couple of inches while I was inside her.
My phone that I had resting on the counter started ringing. It was close to us, so we both looked. I saw that it was Rico hitting me, so I went ahead, and ignored the call. I did that twice, and the nigga continued to call my phone.
“Fuckkkkk! Can I not get some pussy in peace? What the fuck?” I snapped, reaching over, sliding the bar across on my phone. Still digging deep into Dionne, I went ahead and answered the phone.
She had her head thrown back, eyes closed, in her own world, not paying attention to what was happening around her.
“What nigga? Damn!” I spat.