“Yeah, what’s good, baby?” he says in his deep, sexy voice. “I was wondering when I was gonna hear from you. I thought you ditched a brotha or something.”
Between you and me, I really hate the idea of dismissing Wade from dick duty, but his three month cycle is almost up. And, as with so many good things, everything must one day come to an end.
“No,” I say, lightly pinching and pulling my nipples. “You haven’t been ditched, yet.”
“Oh,” he chuckles, “not yet. Gee, thanks…I guess.”
I decide to fuck with him, brushing off his remark, “Wade, don’t play, big daddy. You already know why I’m calling.”
“Oh, what? You miss this big dick?”
I smile, moaning. “Mmmm…yesssss, Daddy. My pussy is nice and tight. And sooooo wet. I’m rubbing my clit wishing it was your long, thick tongue stroking it. This fat, hot pussy misses you, baby. It’s yours to do whatever you want to with it.”
“I’ll be right over,” he says, hanging up. I smile, jumping out of bed and racing to the shower to freshen up before he gets here to rock my insides out.
Fifteen minutes later, he is ringing my bell, looking sexy as hell with a big grin on his face, and a brick hard dick. I answer the door topless, wearing a leopard print loincloth, and matching spool-heeled mules. The minute he walks through the door, he scoops me up in his arms, showers me with deep, passionate kisses, and shows me how badly he wants me, if only for the night.
As soon as I get him upstairs, I turn on the stereo, and press play for the CD player. Mario’s “Music for Love” blares through the speakers as I begin to light the candles around the room. I can feel Wade’s eyes on me, taking in the sway of my hips as I move about the bedroom to the beat of the music. I pretend not to notice his burning gaze as I lay across my king-sized bed, spread open my legs and massage my pussy.
“Strip for me,” I say, pulling open my excited pussy lips, revealing the pink, creamy center that awaits his thrust. He smiles, then licks his lips as I watch him slowly get undressed. He keeps his eye on my opened pussy, removing one piece of clothing at a time, winding his body in sync with the music. Winking his eye at me, licking his lips, and grabbing at his crotch. He is teasing me, and he knows it. But I am teasing him as well. And we are both enjoying it.
By the time he gets over to the bed, I am lying in a puddle of boiling pussy juice. He licks and kisses between my thighs, then sticks his bald head (it’s as smooth as a baby’s bottom) in between my legs, and rubs the top of his head all up in my pussy, pressing on my clit, massaging my slippery slit. I never knew having someone’s head on my pussy could feel so damn good. After about five minutes, he replaces his head with his tongue, dipping in and out of me. Flicking and blowing on my clit, lapping the juices that seep from my overheated lips.
Finally, I have enough of this tongue dance with my clit. I want the dick. He makes me beg for it. And, trust. I ain’t too proud to beg. I whine and plead for him to give me that fat dick until he sticks the head of it in, going in and out at first, then plunging all the way in. Slowly pulling back out, then slamming it back in. He does this for almost five minutes. Then he long strokes me. Short strokes me. Reaches up under me, palms and squeezes my ass while sucking on my titties. The nigga is killing me softly with a nice, slow fuck.
He dicks me down for seventy-three minutes and twenty-six seconds (I know because I timed it) before he finally fills the Durex with a hot, thick nut. I am still lying on my back with my legs spread apart, rubbing the space that has entertained Wade’s dick. I can still feel him inside of me, and I want more.
“I want some more of that dick,” I tell him.
He grins, shaking it from side-to-side. He pulls off his condom and it looks like the skin of a long, thick Italian sausage that has been stretched, and is overflowing with its juices. His dick is slick from marinating in his own cream. The cum-slut in me wants to crawl to him, take his cock in my mouth and slurp down his wet dick. I fight the urge, watching him as he walks into the bathroom, tosses the condom in the trash, then returns with another condom in his hand. I watch as he tears it open, then rolls it onto his slick dick. I pull my legs up to my chest, preparing for him to return to bed and enter me all over again.
“Mmmm,” I moan as he climbs into bed, then gets between my legs. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me up, sliding his dick back in. “Oh, yes, Wade…fuck this pussy, baby…make my pussy cream all over your fat cock…”
He strokes me deep and purposefully, then quickens his thrusts. I moan, grabbing his ass. “Let me get on my stomach,” I say, panting. I want to get fucked from the back. Want him to straddle my hips and ride up on top of this fat ass. He pulls his dick out, waits for me to turn over and pull open my ass cheeks, then slams his steel-hard cock back in. “Uh…oh, yes…”
A few minutes later, he pulls out again, and we are changing positions. I get on my stomach, open my legs spread eagle. He gets on top of me with his legs between mine; then he slides his dick deep into my quivering pussy, soaked in excitement. Once we get into a real nice groove, I suck on his fingers while he pumps in and out of me. I gyrate my hips, move my pelvis back and forth, around and around, matching his thrusts. Then I close my legs so he can place his legs over mine to dig in deep. Mmmm. Hitting my G-spot exactly the way I like it.
“Oh, yes…Oh, yes…” I moan in delight.
“Yeah, baby,” he moans in my ear, “it’s ’bout time you called me to get up in this pussy again. I missed fucking this wet pussy.” He slams in and out of me, knocking my love basket upside down, then tossing it around. Oooh his dick feels like a heavy log being tossed up on my fire.
A moan catches in the back of my throat. I push it out, and it sounds like a growl. “Aaaaaah, yes…then fuck this pussy like you mean it.”
“Aaaah shit, baby…I’m getting ready to bust this nut.”
He lifts up and I thrust my hips upward to greet his cock.
“Give me that nut, daddy…give me that nut…mmmm…nut in this pussy.”
“Uh,” he grunts. And just before he is about to nut, this mofo breaks the #1 cardinal rule. He fucking says, “I love you, baby.” That’s what the fuck he says.
I blink, blink again, hoping my ears are playing tricks on me. I wasn’t planning to give up his ever-ready cock, yet, but I will…and I am if it isn’t some Freudian slip or some shit. “What did you just say to me?” I ask, twisting myself from up underneath him, and rolling him off of me. He collapses on the bed beside me, trying to catch his breath. I shoot him a look, then glance at his still hard dick. He pulls off the condom, then strokes it. Now under different circumstances I would have a mouthful of his balls as he jerked off, but…
“I said I love you,” he repeats. He stops jerking his “fucking” stick, and looks at me. “I didn’t mean anything by it. The pussy was feeling so good that it slipped out.”
I sit up in the bed. “So you didn’t mean love as in you
“Yeah, as in I love how my dick feels in your pussy,” he says, unconvincingly, getting out of the bed. He shoots me a look. “But, what if I did
I take a deep breath. “Then I’d tell you you’re a damn fool.”
“And why would I have to be a fool to love you?”
I tilt my head, stare him in his beautiful face. There’s an innocence in his brown eyes that I find endearing. I scan his perfectly chiseled chest that sweeps down into a narrow waist, then flows around rippling, washboard abs. I take in his muscular thighs that part to accommodate a beautifully thick, chocolate dick and two mouthwatering balls. If I could only wrap him and Garrett and Maurice up into one man, then I think I would have the perfect man. But, since I can’t, there’s no need to settle on one man, especially on one I know I will never—can never—give my heart to.
Now in the back of my mind, I’m thinking I should fuck him real good one more time, drop down on my knees suck him off, then give him his pink slip, but…I keep my gaze on his cock for few seconds longer, then look him in the eyes.
“Because,” I finally say, getting up from the bed. I walk up to him and touch the side of his smooth face, “I’m not capable of loving you back.”
