“Aye, don’t try ’n play me, yo. You know how I get down.”
“I can’t say that I do,” I tell him.
“Yeah, aiight,” he says, laughing. “You already know what it is.”
“It’s been a long while since I’ve seen your work,” I tease. “You’ll have to refresh my memory, Daaaaddy.”
“Yeah, I’ma refresh ya memory aiight. As soon as I run this tongue up against that sweet clit, then push this dick up in you, you’ll remember all you need to know.”
I laugh. “You do that, and I’m gonna end up doing more than remembering. You’re gonna have me cumming, too.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout, baby. I want you to cream that good shit all over my tongue and dick. Make that shit drip down ’round my balls…”
I feel the restless cock ’n cum beast stirring up inside of me. My mind starts to slowly drift off. Go to a place I have no place going; especially when I have a man who is that much closer to coming home. But something takes a hold of me and drags me into the dark corners of my warped imagination.
I’m in an apartment building, sitting in an empty room in front of a wooden door with a large hole cut in the middle of it—a glory hole. I have already sucked off eight niggas and their cream is all over my mouth and my face. And there’s a line behind the other side of the door of horny men with their dicks hanging out of their pants waiting to get throated. And I greedily suck them all. Then, when I am done, I slowly open the door, and walk out— purposely leaving wads of cum dripping from my face and lips so I can see the looks on all of their faces as I walk out. They stare at me; some in amazement, some in disbelief, others in disgust. Probably thinking how much of a cum slut I am. But I don’t care. Sucking cock is what I love to do. I smile at them, licking my sticky lips and popping my hips toward the door. Then I hop in my car, and drive off, glancing in the rearview mirror, admiring the glaze of cum still covering my face.
“…I’m ready to fuck, baby. You feel me?”
“Hunh?” I ask, snapping back to the conversation.
“Aye, yo, what the fuck is you doin’?”
I quickly blink the images out of my head. “Nothing,” I say, trying to remember the last thing I heard him say before my mind started wandering.
“Nothin’ hell, yo. A muhfucka’s talkin’ to yo’ ass and you somewhere the fuck else.”
“I am not,” I lie. “I heard what you said.”
“Then why the hell you ’hunh’ me for if you heard me?”
“Why are you yelling in my ear?”
“’Cause I wanna know what the fuck got you so distracted that you can’t hear when a muhfucka’s talkin’ to you.”
I sigh. “You know what, Jasper? You really know how to fuck up a bitch’s wet dream. I was listening to you and playing in my pussy at the same time. I got caught up imagining all the nasty things you say you’re gonna do to me when you get home, baby. That’s all.” I sigh. “Damn, why you always gotta start tripping and shit? You act so damn paranoid.”
“Yeah, whatever, yo,” he says, not sounding convinced. But he lets it go, this time. “Listen, I gotta bounce. The phone is ’bout to cut off on us, anyway. But I’ma hit you up later tonight. Make sure you pick up those things I need.”
“I got you. I’ll have everything ready tomorrow.”
“Yeah, make sure you handle that.”
“Shut up. I told you I’ll have it.”
“Cool. And don’t forget, deodorant. Arrid Extra Dry.”
“Alright,” I say, walking over to the window, then peering out of the side of the curtain. It’s kind of cloudy out, and looks like it’s about to rain.
“Aye, yo, you know I love you, right?”
“I know you do, baby. I love you, too.”
“Let me find out you out there on some extra shit, Pasha.”
I suck my teeth, sighing. “Jasper, c’mon…not this shit, again.”
“I’m tellin’ you, yo. If I hear any crazy shit, I’ma bust ya ass.” And with that said the line goes dead.
I stand in the middle of the room for a minute, looking around, taking everything in. Ever since Jasper’s been locked up, this bedroom—the bed, the master bathroom, the three closets—have been mine! Not to mention my freedom to come and go and do whatever I like, want, without him physically being able to keep tabs on me. I’m going to have to get used to sharing my space with him, have to get into the habit of letting him know what’s on my daily agenda—again. I swallow back my nerves. The truth is: those things aren’t a major issue. But what really has me nervous is…well, what happens if I can’t give up this internet?
I take in a deep breath, hold it into my lungs, then slowly blow it out.
“I love you, girl,” Jasper said, kissing me on the side of the head, pulling me into his sweaty arms. I lay my head on his chest, twirled my fingers through his wet chest hairs, then lightly circled his left nipple. He squirmed, grabbing my hand. “Yo, you know that shit tickles…”
“Yeah, and by the look of things,” I said, grinning, reaching for his growing dick. It was still sticky and wet from my juices. “I see that shit turns you on, too.” I squeezed it, then rolled up on top of him, kissed him on his forehead, then his nose, then lips. I left a trail of kisses down the center of his chest before dipping down low and taking him into my mouth. I inhaled his musky scent and felt my pussy begin to tingle and twitch. I sucked him until he became stiffer than a steel rod, pushing past my tonsils. I sucked and gargled and gulped my man down until his toes opened and closed and he started grabbing and clutching the sheets, moaning out my name. And, then, just as he was about to splatter his nut, I abruptly stopped. Pulled my mouth up off his dick, then looked up at him and grinned.
“Yo, baby, what you doin’ to me? You got my head all fucked up. Why you fuckin’ wit’ me? You got my dick all bricked up ’n shit.” I licked his balls, then pulled them into my mouth. “Aaah, shit…you fuckin’ wit’ me, baby…”
I crawled up on him, then reached up underneath me and guided his pulsing dick into the back of my pussy. I leaned into his ear and whispered, “I’ma fuck this dick all night, nigga.”
Jasper stared into my eyes. “And I’ma fuck this good pussy right back, baby.” As I galloped up and down on his dick, he rapidly matched my rhythm, thrusting upward into my smoldering hole. We fucked until my pussy cried out in aching pleasure. Fucked until Jasper’s black dick turned purple.
“Damn, girl,” he said, breathing all heavy and whatnot, “I’ma hate leavin’ ya fine ass, and all this good lovin’.”
“I’ma hate it, too, baby. But it’ll all be here waiting on you when you get home.”
“Yo, it better be,” he said, getting out of bed. I watched his bare, muscular ass as he walked over to his closet, then walked in.
“What are you doing in there?” I asked, hearing him fumbling around with shoe boxes. He walked back into the room with his right hand behind him with a big-ass grin on his face. “Why you smiling?” I asked.
“You’ll find out in a minute,” he said, slowly walking over toward the bed. “Lay back and spread open ya legs, then bend ya knees up for me.” I did what he asked, anticipated what was to come next. And Jasper delivered well. He kissed my clit, flicked his tongue against the opening of my hot slit, then dipped his tongue in. I opened my thighs wider, reached for his head, and pushed him further into my zone. He sucked all over the front of my pussy, then lapped around both sides of my pussy lips before opening his mouth wide and feasting on my entire hole. He had my head thrashing and my hips bucking and my teeth gritting as I held back screams. He tongue fucked my pussy until I finally screamed out. When he was done he crawled up on top of me, then kissed me, offering me his tongue soaked in my juices. I sucked on his chin, his mouth, then gasped when he stuck his dick back inside of me. He told me to close my eyes, then he took my left hand into his and kissed on it; sucked on my fingers, then slid something on my ring finger.
He stopped and told me to open my eyes. I gasped. Even with the flickering candles that had practically
