“I feel you,” he says, fanning his legs open and shut. I try to keep myself from looking in his crotch. I’ve never, ever, looked at Stax sexually. But, I can’t front. His body is fucking ridiculous. I had no idea he was chiseled up the way he is. OhmyGod, I’m embarrassed to say this shit. But this nigga, sitting here all buffed up and sweaty, is making me horny. “Pash, on some real shit, I wish she was more like…” His voice starts to trail off as I glance at the veins running along his forearms. Without thinking, I pick up a stack of mail that’s been sitting on my desk for the last few days and start shuffling through it. “…I swear she’s so unmotivated. All she wants to do is hangout with her girls ’n shit.”
The minute I see the manila envelope addressed to me with no return address I know what it is and who it’s from without having to open it. I slump my shoulders. Everything in my body goes numb. I will my hands steady.
“Yo, Pash, you okay? Pash?”
I bring my attention back to Stax. “Unh, what’d you say?”
“I asked if you were aiight. I was talkin’ and you went somewhere else on me. Is e’erything aiight?”
“Oh yeah,” I say, getting up to walk toward the shredder. I decide that whatever is in this envelope I don’t need to see it. Stax watches me as I stick it in the slot. When the whirring stops and it’s completely shredded, I walk back over to my desk. Force a smile on my face. “I’m good. Actually, I haven’t felt better.”
He tightly presses his legs together, causing me to catch a quick glimpse of the thick lump in his sweats. I shift my eyes as he stands up. “Aiight, then. I guess I betta go.”
“No doubt, ma.” He gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then steps back. The gesture catches me completely off guard. “Yo, Pash…on some real shit, if you ever need me, I got you, aiight?”
I tilt my head, not understanding the intent or the meaning for his statement. “Thanks, I appreciate you saying that. But why?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. You seem like you’re goin’ through something, that’s all. You my peoples so if somebody’s fuckin’ with you, then they fuckin’ with me. You feel me?”
He laughs. “Yeah, aiight, ma. Keep that shit on the low.”
“I got you,” I say, widening my smile.
“Aiight, I’m outta here. Remember what I said. I got you.”
I nod, waving him on. “I appreciate it. Thanks for stopping by.”
“No doubt.” I follow him to the door, shutting it behind him. I lean up against it, wondering where the hell all that was coming from. I suddenly feel hot and dizzy at the thought of him knowing more than he should. And if he does, the idea of him getting in Jasper’s ear makes me want to vomit. I head into the bathroom and turn on the faucet, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
TWENTY-THREE
“Aaaah, aaaah…you sucking the shit outta this dick, baby…fuck!” I am squatting down in front of Jasper—naked and horny with his dick in my mouth, slurping and gulping down every inch of him while playing with my clit. I am moaning. I’m not sure if it’s sucking his dick, me playing with my clit, or a combination of the two that has me in a zone. “Fuck, yo…”
My spit rolls down his shaft. I lick it. I wash his balls, wet them up with a bunch of spit, then pop them both in my mouth. I moan. He moans, dipping at the knees.
“Mmmmm…aaah, shit…fuck…make love to that dick…Aaah, shit…let me get that throat, baby…yeah, that’s it…grab them titties for me…” I’m giving Jasper all neck using my hands to play with my nipples.
“You nasty…yeah, you like that shit…damn…you takin’ all that dick…oh shit, you fuckin’ nasty, yo…Let me taste that sweet pussy, yo. Can I have that fat pussy, baby?”
I nod, moaning. Five minutes later, I’m gulping down his nut, then licking my lips; completely satisfied. “It’s my turn,” Jasper says, dropping down on his knees. He pulls my tangerine thong to the side and starts sucking on my clit. I stand, watching my man’s long tongue flick in and out of his mouth, lapping at my clit. He grabs me by the ass, pulls me into his face, burying his nose into the soft curly patch of hair. I grab the back of his head and push him further into my pussy.
I start playing with my titties, then lightly pinching my nipples until my knees buckle. Before I know it, I am squirting my juices everywhere. In Jasper’s mouth and all over his face. He continues lapping and slurping every bit of it up, causing me to have one orgasm after another. My legs feel like they’re ready to give out any minute now. I brace myself up against the wall to keep from collapsing. Pleased with his tongue assault on my clit and pussy, Jasper stands. He has pussy juice dripping down his chin. He grins. “My baby got that good juicy shit, word up.”
He leans into me, gives me his tongue. I greedily suck on it, then begin sucking on his lips and chin. He slips two fingers inside of me and starts finger-fucking me. In a matter of minutes, I am cumming again; this time all over his hand.
“Fuck me,” I beg, humping on his fingers while grabbing for his dick. I jerk it. “Oooh, let me feel this big dick in me…”
He parts my legs, lifts me up, then brushes the tip of his dick against my wet slit. He sticks the head in, then quickly pulls out before I can grind down on it. “Is that what you want?” he asks, teasing me.
“Yesssss, damn it!”
He pushes his dick back in me, loosens his grip on my hips, then says, “Ride that shit then…” He braces his back up against the wall, and I do just that. I wrap my arms around his neck, lean back and wildly buck my hips, galloping up and down on his dick. He matches my rhythm with deep upward thrusts, driving his cock deeper inside me. I bounce up and down on his dick. We both let out loud groans and moans of pleasure, letting the other know we’re about to cum. Jasper’s dick swells inside of me and he relentlessly pounds in and out of me. “You wanna nut wit’ me, baby?”
“Uhh…uhhhhh…yes, I wanna nut all over this big-ass dick…” He slaps me on the ass as I gallop faster and faster, grabbing and milking his shaft. I am cumming. He is cumming. We both let out another round of loud moans, then he explodes inside of me. And, as my body uncontrollably shakes, I splash all over his cock, juices gushing out everywhere.
With his dick still inside of me, we both slide down to the floor, sweaty and exhausted. But the freaky beast in me wants to pull his cock out of me and begin sucking my juices off, along with the juices around his balls before it dries up. But I don’t. I’m too weak to move. And so is Jasper. The only thing each of us is able to do is gaze into the other’s eyes. No words are needed. We kiss, savoring the hot, sweaty fuck session.
For the rest of the day, Jasper and I fuck. Make love. Fuck some more. On the floor, in the shower, on the counter, on the dining room table, across the sofa, in the laundry room, in the bedroom, we christen every part of the house, leaving the scent of sweat and a well-fucked pussy etched in the air.
After fucking all morning and most of the afternoon, it dawns on me that we haven’t eaten all day. I am downstairs in the kitchen preparing him something to eat. This is actually the first time I’ve cooked for Jasper since before he got locked up. As I’m slicing cucumbers and tomatoes for a garden salad, the house phone rings. I rinse my hands, then pick up the cordless on the counter. It’s Nana.
“Hey, Nana,” I say, placing the phone in the crook of my neck. I decide to put it on speaker instead so I can move about the kitchen more freely.
“Hey, baby doll.”
I smile. “How are you?”
“I am blessed and favored. God is good.”
I shake my head. “Yes, He is.”
