shirt, liftin’ his shirt up enough for me to see the curly patch of hair ’round his navel. “So, what you gonna do? You gonna track dude down?”
“Nope,” I said, uncrossin’ my left leg, then shiftin’ in my seat and crossin’ my right leg. “I called him while I was in the bathroom, and cursed him out for havin’ me waste my gas and money. So he won’t be gettin’ none of this tonight. I’m pissed I gotta turn ’round and take that long drive back to Jersey. I was really lookin’ forward to somethin’ real thick and chocolate tonight.”
“Damn,” he stated, shakin’ his head. “That’s f-d up. Well, you know…you can chill here if you want. As you can see it’s just me up in here.”
He laughed. “Nah, you safe, baby. I don’t bite. Well, not unless you want me to.”
I laughed. “Oh, it’s not you I’m worried ’bout. It’s me. As horny as I am, I’ll be the one who might end up tryna bite you,” I teased. “So bein’ alone in a room with a fine man is definitely not a safe move.”
“Oh, I’m a big boy,” he said, spreadin’ his legs open as wide as they would go. “I think I can handle a little bitin’ if it got to that point.”
“Be careful what you ask for,” I said, eyein’ him playfully. “I’ma chick in heat, and that makes me dangerous.”
“Oh, yeah. Well, check this. I like livin’ on the edge, baby.” He stood up, proudly displayin’ an imprint of a long, thick dick hangin’ down the front of his shorts. I pressed my legs shut to pinch off the excitement stirrin’ in the center of my pussy. “How ’bout I go hop in the shower, and then we can really chill?”
I smiled. “Sounds promisin’. I hope you can deliver.”
“Give me a sec, and I’ll show you what it is.”
He went into the bathroom, leavin’ the door cracked. I heard the shower go on, and the curtain slide back, then slide again. I waited a few more seconds to make sure he was in the shower, then got up and slid my gun up under the side of his mattress. I sat back down and waited for him to come back out.
Ten minutes later, he walked back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped ’round his waist and droplets of water still on his chest and arms. He dried the top half of his body with another towel. My God, this chiseled nigga’s body was so fuckin’ tight I wanted to throw him down on the bed and fuck him through tomorrow. I glanced at the clock, then returned my attention to him. I was ready to fuck. And ready to get this shit over with. I stared at him as he stood in the middle of the room, then a sly grin spread ’cross my face.
“Drop ya towel,” I said, standin’ up to remove my dress, “and stroke ya dick for me.” I slowly slipped outta my wears, standin’ in front of him in just my heels and black lace thong. He took my body in, starin’ at my titties and huge dark nipples that were hard and achin’ for his tongue on ’em. He kept his eyes on me as he started pullin’ at his long dick, swingin’ it, and cuppin’ his smooth, fat balls. “Ooooh, you got a big dick,” I moaned, pinchin’ my nipples.
“You like that shit, baby?” he asked, strokin’ his dick until it stiffened and got longer. “Damn, girl, you got a nice body. Turn ’round; let me see that ass.” I slowly turned around, givin’ him a full back view of my soft, fluffy ass. “Damn, girl,” he said, pumpin’ his dick in and outta his hand. “You gotta big ass. Bend over and open that shit up for me. Let me see the back of that pussy, and that pretty asshole.” I smiled, lookin’ over my shoulder at him dippin’ at the knees while beatin’ his dick. I removed my thong and bent all the way over, pullin’ open my ass cheeks for him. “Oh, shit. Damn, that pussy looks good.”
“And it tastes good, too,” I said, makin’ my ass clap ’n bounce for him. “Come over here and stick ya tongue up in it.”
“You gonna suck this long dick, right?”
“Yeah, nigga, after you let me wet ya tongue up with some of this hot suga juice,” I said, placin’ my left foot up in the chair, then bendin’ over and grabbin’ my right ankle without bendin’ my knee. He started walkin’ toward me with his extra hard cock in his hand, then dropped down on his knees, pullin’ open my ass. “Oh, yes,” I moaned as he slowly lapped at my slit. He kept on lappin’ and lappin, then dartin’ his tongue in and outta my pussy until I felt a nut startin’ to swell up in my belly.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, lickin’, kissin’ and slurpin’ my pussy, “I’ma tear this shit up.”
“Humph,” I grunted, slammin’ my ass up against his mouth. “Stop all that talkin’, nigga, and eat this pussy.” He shut the fuck up and buried his face back up in between my ass cheeks, then stuffed his tongue deep into my wet slit, reachin’ under me and playin’ with my clit. I moaned and bucked back on his tongue. He had my ass pulled so far apart and his face so deep up in it, I thought I squirted my nut in his eyes when it started gushin’ out. “Oh, yes…oh, yes…oh, yes…Uh, uh…Mmmph…” I kept cummin’ and cummin’ and cummin’ until I almost toppled over. He kept his mouth on my hole, slurpin’ up the last bit of my creamy nut.
“Damn, your pussy tastes good,” he said, standin’ up, lickin’ his lips. He grinned. “I can’t wait to ram this big-ass dick deep up in all that pretty, fat ass of yours.”
I turned around to face him, then grabbed his brick-hard cock in one hand as I reached up and pulled him by the neck with my other hand to pull his face to my lips. I started suckin’ my pussy juice offa his bottom lip, then his top lip. Then I shoved my tongue into his mouth and we tongue-kissed. I could taste and smell my pussy all over his lips and tongue and it was makin’ me hornier than a muhfucka. A bitch was ready to ride some dick. I backed him up toward the bed, then pushed him down on it and crawled up on top of him.
“Damn, baby,” he said, breathin’ all heavy ’n shit. “I don’t even know your name, and you got my head spinnin’.”
I looked him dead in the eyes, then leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry ’bout that. Just know I’m here to fuck you to heaven, nigga.” I slid down his body, leavin’ a trail of wet kisses along his chest, his stomach, then over his dick. I lifted up his dick and started kissin’ his balls nice ’n slow before puttin’ ’em into my mouth, one at a time, then wettin’ ’em up as I swirled my tongue ’round ’em. I gave the nigga an old-fashioned ball washin’. He let out a moan. “Ah, fuck…”
“You like that?” I asked, lookin’ up at him as I slowly took the head of his dick into my mouth, then swallowed him down. His eyes were shut, and he was suckin’ on his bottom lip.
“Hell yeah,” he answered, lookin’ down at me all lusty-eyed and whatnot. “Oh, shit…damn, baby, you know howta suck a dick. Ah, shit.”
I greedily sucked him while softly yankin’ and massagin’ his balls. I sucked him slow, sucked him deep, sucked the nigga so good he started shiverin’ and his toes opened all wide ’n shit, then closed real tight. “Oh, fuck…oh, fuck…Aaah…Damn, you gonna make me nut…Aaaaah, fuck…”
“I want you to put this big, muhfuckin’ dick up in me,” I said, pullin’ his dick outta my throat and comin’ up for air. “My pussy needs some dick. It’s so fuckin’ wet. You ready to fuck me?”
“Hell yeah,” he moaned. Actually, the shit sounded more like a growl. “I’m ready to fuck, deep and slow, baby.”
I slowly crawled up on top of him, then straddled him. I rested my throbbin’, drippin’ wet pussy along the shaft of his wide dick. We kissed while I ground down on him and he pushed up into me. “You feel that pussy heat?”
“Yeah, baby,” he said, buckin’ his hips up into me.
I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I want you to fuck this hot pussy, nigga. Where ya condoms at?”
“Hold up,” he said, tryna catch his breath. “Let me go get one.” I rolled offa him, and he jumped up and started rummagin’ through his suitcase, then his briefcase. I eyed him as he dumped shit out, tryna find a wrapper. And on some real shit, a bitch was startin’ to get impatient. I glanced over at the clock. It was 12:38 a.m.
But the nigga was still fumblin’ ’round the room lookin’ for a goddamn condom. “Um, what the fuck is takin’ you so long? This pussy is overheatin’ and I’m ready for some dick.”
“Give me a minute. I know I brought a box with me,” he said, flippin’ shit over, lookin’ all desperate and whatnot. He went into the bathroom, then came back out—empty-handed of course! “I don’t know where they are. Listen, baby, I don’t have anything. What about you?”
I twisted my face up, snappin’ up in the bed. “’Scuse me?”
