Chapter 6 #3
Once it raised, I pulled my dick out of Dionne, and I pulled my sweats, and briefs back up. She grabbed her purse, along with her trench, and once she had those things, I picked her up, carrying her bridal style in my arms.
“You not going to get your bag out the back?” she asked me, as I led her into the garage.
“Let me finish with you first, and then I’ll come back for it,” I let her know, and she nodded.
When we made it in the garage, I hit the button on the wall, so that I could lower the garage back down. Once inside, I thought about the places I wanted to finish with her at, and I decided to just take her into the living room area.
I dropped her down on the couch, and she landed on her ass.
The throw pillows that were on the couch, she grabbed two of them, so that she could prop them behind her, and she rested her back against them, and opened her legs for me.
Her legs were pulled up on either side of her, giving me the best access to her pussy.
I licked my lips, thirsty for that taste that I knew was going to come from in between her legs. The ottoman that was in the middle of the room, I pulled it, planting it right in front of the couch, and keeping my hands in my lap, using just my tongue. I dove in, slowly eating her.
“Hmmmmmmm,” she moaned, picking up her hand, putting it in my hair, massaging it, as I feasted from her.
I ate her at a slow rhythm because I was trying to take my time and enjoy every piece of her.
Like her clit was her tongue, I softly sucked on it, using just my lips.
As I was doing that, you could see the juices flowing out of her.
Wanting to make her nut even more intense, I put three fingers in her, slowing finger fuckin her, as I continued to lap at her clit.
When her body bucked from the couch, and the grip that she had on my head got even tighter, I knew another explosion was on the way from her.
“Oh, my Goodddd….. Tankkkkkk,” she cried my name, legs shaking, and she released, just like I knew she would.
She tried to force her legs close, not being able to stand the pleasure anymore, but I was on her ass, getting a hold of her ankles, pushing them back, so that they were behind her head, and I dragged her to the edge of the couch, keeping it where her ass was damn near hanging off, and I dug back in, making all kinds of smacking noises, enjoying the taste of her.
“Tavionnnnn…. Pleaseeeee,” she was begging at this point.
With a mouth filled with pussy, I looked up at her, watching the way she was struggling to keep up with what I was doing to her.
When her body jerked, and sound couldn’t come out to let me know what she was doing, I knew that I’d licked my way up another spot of hers, and that another nut was on the way.
She came hard to the point that her eyes started watering.
“Okayyyy… okayyyyy… Baby… okayyy” she was begging at this point.
I gave her pussy one last kiss, and then I stood up, leaned over, so that my head could be right in front of hers.
Her pussy juices were all in my beard, and I knew that they were left over on the corners of my mouth, and my lips.
She was breathing heavy and looking at me like she was getting ready to pass out.
“Why you never let me enjoy my pussy in peace? Why you gotta do all that shit? Huh?” I asked, picking my hand up, and slapping her on her thigh.
She jumped at my touch but was too far gone to even respond. My dick was hard as hell in my briefs, ready to take her round for round, but she had a look in her eyes like she wasn’t going to be able to keep up with me tonight.
“Didn’t you tell me earlier that when I got home, we were going to fuck until the sun came up? We only twenty minutes in, baby. What you doing?” I asked, standing up for a second, so that I could get my briefs and sweats off. I came out of my hoodie, and wife beater as well.
Dionne lay there, looking at my body in awe. Her long hair was sprawled, having her look like an angel. I leaned in, going for her right breast, and I slowly sucked on her nipple. I was just trying to get her aroused and worked up all over again.
As I was doing that, I could hear her breaths getting deeper, so that’s when I switched over, and I went for her left nipple, in which I paid the same amount of attention as I’d done with her right one.
When the moans started coming out, I reached down, held my dick in my hands, moved the head up, and down her wet pussy, and I slipped in.
Swear my body bucked once I was inside because that pussy caught me off guard each time. The grip, the wetness, all of that would forever be a feeling that I would probably never get used to.
“Promise you’ll fuck me like this forever, Tavion,” Dionne moaned to me, looking me up in my eyes, as all she had to do was be pretty, and lay there, and get fucked.
Her ass was winded. I could see it in her eyes that she wasn’t going to be up too long with me.
She was known for passing out during sex, especially when I continued to take her through position after position, without giving her any room to catch her breath, so I’m sure that’s what was going to happen tonight.
“Ima always fuck you like this. Always. This dick not going to switch out on you. I no longer wear condoms. You’ve proven that you can’t be trusted when it comes to taking your birth control when you’re supposed to, so with that combo, you going to keep giving me babies?
” I wanted to know, my dick going in deep, in search of her spot, and when I finally found it, she tried to sit up, but I pushed her back down.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” she cried out, eyes on me, looking like she would pass out any minute now.
“Answer what I just asked you!” I demanded, slapping her on her thigh.
“Okayyyyyy,” her mind was fucked up because she didn’t even know what she was saying ‘okay’ to.
“Okay, what? What you agreeing to?” I asked.
“To babies…. Okay… that… Can I cummmmm?” she moaned, her answer all over the place, but I understood what she was trying to say.
“Yeah baby. Do it,” I let her know, giving her the green light. That was all she needed to hear because in two seconds, she exploded, calling my name out like she was possessed.
Her nut was long, and it was powerful. She probably had one round left in her, so I was quick, getting her on her side, where I dug deep in that pussy.
I gave it about a minute and a half worth of deep strokes, talking her through this shit, sucking her on her neck, and we both came at the same time.
Her ass passed out, just like I knew she would. I’m talking, her entire body stopped moving. I pulled out of her, panting, and I stood up, so that I could look at her, lying on the couch.
I eventually leaned down, so that I could pick her up, and I carried her up the stairs, putting her in bed. I left her there, and I headed for the bathroom, so that I could shower.
Once my shower was over, I wrapped a towel around my waist, and I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth out, and washed my face.
I slipped on a fresh pair of briefs, and some long pajama bottoms. After slipping some house shoes on my feet, I headed downstairs, where I went through the garage, raised it, so that I could grab my suitcase from the back.
I even disinfected my seats from the fuckin that we’d done.
I came back inside the house, and I straightened up the mess that we’d made in the living room. I found myself in the kitchen, opening the refrigerator, seeing the leftover food that Dionne had stored away for me.
I really was changing her ass. In the beginning, she made it seem like cooking was her thing, and how she would rather have a chef come over and do the cooking for us. I ridded her of that mindset quickly.
Earlier today, she called me, asking me what I would want when I made it back home.
I never took it easy on her ass, either.
I told her that I wanted herb crusted lamb chops, garlic mashed potatoes, with roasted asparagus and honey glazed carrots.
Of course, she talked shit, telling me that she’s never made lamb chops before, and I told her to watch some videos, like she usually does.
I also made it clear that I didn’t want my mashed potatoes to come out of the pack. I wanted my shit to be homemade. From the looks of things, her ass had followed instructions because the food looked good.
I put it in the microwave, and as I was waiting for the food to heat up, my phone started buzzing.
Rico was facetiming me. I sucked my teeth and ran my hand down my face.
These days, it felt like the only time this nigga would hit me was for some bad news.
Rico was becoming the kind of dude that stayed in the middle of some shit, and I hated that for him.
“Yo man,” I answered, not able to hide the annoyance in my voice for him.
From what I could see around him, he appeared to be at home, somewhere in his dining room. He was dressed up, so he might have been on his way out.
As if the way that I answered the phone was comical to him, he started laughing.
“Damn nigga. What the fuck wrong with you? I just called you to deliver the good news man,” he said.
As annoyed as I was with Rico, it did feel good to see him smiling.
Ever since his team dropped him, putting him on suspension, he’s been walking around with a permanent mug, mad at the world.
Seeing this goofy smile on his face was the Rico that I knew.
This other version of him that I’ve been seeing for the past few weeks, walking around like he’d just lost his best friend… I didn’t know who that Rico was.
“What’s the good news?” I asked him, as I opened the microwave because the food was ready.
I sat the phone on the kitchen counter, so that I could pull the food out. It was piping hot, just like I liked it. I sat it down on the island, since I preferred to eat there in one of the barstools, instead of eating at the dining room table.