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“Ooo shit,” she moaned and wrapped her arms around my neck as she eased herself onto my dick. “I can’t believe I’m doing this right now.”
To help her loosen up, I swirled my tongue around one of her nipples and gently pinched the other. Her pussy instantly started creaming and let me in all the way. I was balls deep, throbbing, and ready to bust before we even got started. But I held my nut so she could get hers first.
“Show me that shit you was doing on the dance floor,” I said as I slapped her ass. “I wanna feel that shit dripping down my balls.”
“Oh my God, you so nasty,” she panted. “Ooo, Daddy, you so nasty.”
Her pussy was humming so hard she could barely get the words out. All she could do was moan and squeeze my neck while she rode me strictly for her pleasure. She tried to maintain control, but each time the head of my dick hit that spot, her body quivered and she lost control again.
When I felt her first nut coming, I gripped her ass and waist to hold her steady until she gave it up. It was hard, loud, and wet enough to splash my stomach. And it kept running like a faucet.
“Mmm shit! This dick is good as fuck!” She moaned louder than a white woman in a Brazzers video. “I need you to get up fuck me.”
She was light enough for me to lift with ease, so I stood up and let my pants fall to my ankles.
My dick was still inside her, pressed deep in her walls as I got my feet steady. I wasn’t even thrusting yet, and she was still cumming.
I gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her up and down my shaft, opening her up more and more. Her shit was so wet I kept slipping out, but it was wet enough to slip right back in.
When I felt her second nut brewing, I held her close and let her grind her pussy on me to get what she wanted. And when I was ready to get my nut, I placed her on all fours on top of the liquor cabinet and slid in from behind.
“Beat this pussy, Daddy,” she whispered. “It’s all yours tonight.”
The view was crazy. She was face down, ass up, showing off a pretty pink pussy that was waiting for me to get up in it. I rested the head of my dick at the entrance for a second, wondering how we ended up where we were.
When she pushed back and swallowed nine inches of straight dick, I stopped wondering what I was doing and started fucking.
“Damn, baby,” I moaned as she came on and off my dick.
“Mhm,” she moaned back. “You like this pussy, don’t you?”
Liked was an understatement. I fell in love with it.
The way it queefed and gasped for air while I beat it down drove me crazy. I rammed in it so hard, it sounded like fireworks each time our bodies collided.
If it wasn’t for me not wanting kids, I would’ve bust all inside her on the first night. But to keep myself from falling into the parent trap, I pulled out at the last second and shot my nut on her ass cheeks.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned as I stroked myself to get it all out. “Ah shit! Damn, girl.”
She giggled as she looked back at me—ass and pussy still in the air. I wanted to get back in it and go for another round, but when I got close, she reminded me that she had something to do in the morning.
“Mm mm,” she rolled over while waving her finger at me. “I told you I can’t stay out all night.”
“You gon’ leave me like this?”
I looked down at my dick, still rock hard and standing at attention. She got down from the cabinet and grabbed it like it was a handlebar.
After a few gentle strokes and a playful pinch of my nipple, she said, “Yes. But we’ll see each other again, I’m sure.”
I should’ve known shit was too good to be true when I got a random Facebook message from Fallon the day after.
We hadn’t spoken since our breakup a year earlier, but she wanted to invite me to her dad's celebration of life because she knew how close we got during our two-year relationship.
She moved away after he died—broke things off with me because she fell into a depression and wasn’t in the best headspace for a relationship. I understood that. Plus, I was going through my own thing about my dad and needed to take a step back, too.
When I got to her crib, I was excited to see her family after so long. Her mom, sister, and aunties were there, cooking up a storm like they always did. Her uncle was on the grill, throwing down, and her cousins man-downed the backyard—smoking, drinking, vibing.
Everybody kept telling me how much they missed me and how Fallon and I needed to get back together, but all I could focus on was the fact that Amara was there. And she was part of the family.
“So, how you been? I see you got the game room popping like you said you would.”
Fallon sat across from me at the picnic table to catch up. She looked good; happier than she did the last time I saw her. Her hair was longer, and she gained some healthy weight. I would’ve thought she had a nigga filling her up by how much she filled out.
“Yeah, I did,” I said. “I been alright, though. Can’t complain too much. How you been? You look good.”
“I’m better.” She shrugged, like better was all she could be. “Cali was good to me. I’m happy I went out there to make peace with things. I probably would’ve went crazy if I stayed here.”
“I feel you,” I nodded. “I’m glad going out there helped you get right. I hated seeing you down so bad.”
Amara was on the other side of the yard, trying her hardest not to look in my direction.
There was a nigga in her face, smiling and standing a lil’ too close for my comfort. I didn’t know who he was or if they were together, but she seemed more interested in me talking to Fallon than she was in talking to him.
“I bet you was running wild while I was gone, huh?” Fallon joked. “Probably had all the hoes jocking you.”
“Hoes?” I sucked my teeth. “I don’t got none of them. I don’t even like hoes.”
“Mhm. That’s what they all say. Then a bitch finds out you got three baby mamas, a side bitch, and a wife somewhere hiding.”
I already knew where the conversation was headed, and I didn’t want it to go there. Fallon had been gone for a whole year; a lot of shit had changed since then.
I knew she probably had her hopes set on us rekindling our relationship, but the truth was, I didn’t feel the same about us anymore. I had moved on and grown a lot emotionally.
What we had was great while we had it, but after spending so much time apart, I realized that what we had was only for a season.
“You talking ‘bout me, what about you?” I asked. “You looking real thick and healthy. I know you had them Cali niggas in a chokehold.”
“Shut up! I was not thinking ‘bout a nigga,” she laughed. “I went out there for healing, to find peace of mind, the beach. And the food. That’s why I’m so thick.”
She looked down at her ass and thighs and made sure I looked too. I checked her out a lil’ bit, but not too much. I didn’t want to lead her on or make her think things would go back to the way they were. I was only there to pay my respects to her dad.
I spent the rest of the afternoon playing games, eating, and having a good time with her family. It was like a family reunion every time they got together.
I also spent the afternoon trying to avoid getting too close to Amara. But it was hard as hell. Every time I saw the nigga talking to her and getting all touchy, I wanted to go over to them and tell him to fuck off. But then I would’ve had to explain why to Fallon.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you used to date Fallon?”
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