Page 44 of Drill Session

“Then how would you do it, Martavious.”

“Princess, I wouldn’t do it at all. I know what I have,” I stated. “What got you so upset? Did you have a bad day?”

“No,” she pouted. “I’m just ready for the pregnancy to be over with. You ruined my hot girl summer,” she joked. “Now after I drop this baby, I have to have a cold girl winter.”

“Yeah,” I tittered. “I’ma drop you on your fuckin’ head if you even think about that shit. You just be making shit up I see huh? The fuck is a cold girl winter.”

“It’s when I leave you with the baby and breast milk, don’t come home ‘till after three in the morning with my phone being on do not disturb,” she giggled.

“Yeah okay, try that stupid shit it you want to. Your scary ass barely like being out past twelve on the weekend. Don’t get influenced to do no crazy shit that’s gonna have you in trouble with daddy later.”

I removed my hands from around her belly and slapped her on the ass. “This big muthafucka fat as fuck,” I grunted. “How the fuck you look pregnant in the front and the back?”

“That’s what Akea said too. You think it’ll disappear after I have her? My mama said baby weight thickens you up.”

“Princess, you always been thick as fuck, the baby added on to that. Your breasts getting bigger too. I wanna suck on em.”

She gently nudged me in the stomach with her elbow. “You always want to do nasty stuff. That’s why I’m pregnant now.”

“Nah don’t put all the blame on me, like you wasn’t the one saying nut in me daddy, nut in your pussy daddy,” I retorted in her voice. “I was doing what you told me to do.”

“Yeah, right. It’s all my fault.”

“It’s all your fuckin’ fault,” I nodded.

Still gripping her booty, I pulled her closer to me and bit down on my bottom lip. My dick was hard, and I was making her feel it, swaying her back and forth as it poked her stomach.

“Bae, you feel me? You feel how you got me?”

Her eyes were closed when she nodded her head. “I feel it, daddy.”

“C’mon, get me right.”

She whined in a murmur. “I don’t feel like riding dick.”

“Who said you had to ride dick? Just bend over in front of the bed or the bathroom sink. You know it won’t take me long to nut in that pregnant pretty pussy. I need to feel you baby.”

By the look in her eyes, she was contemplating. Akira never starved me of some pussy, and I love that shit. Bitches don’t be lettin’ their nigga fuck no more. Derrick going through that phase right now with his girl and that nigga going through it. Even with her mean ass arguing with a nigga and starting shit with me, she never deprived me that good shit between her thighs.

“Okay.” She gave in with a slow head nod then gave me a warning look. “Drill don’t mess up my braids. I just got these braids done and they still hurt. They’re still sore.”

“I know better. I’m trying to make that pussy sore. Tell me where you want it.”

Wasting no time, my hands were already in my pajamas, grabbing my dick. Precum seethed from the tip, drenching my shaft and dripping down my thigh. My arousal heightened as I observed her contemplating where to engage in sexual activity – in front of the bathroom sink or on the bed. Being familiar with her habits, I anticipated that she would want to change the sheets after having sex on the bed, especially because she had recently purchased a new comforter set. It’s always a messy fuck when we have sex, encouraging us to lay a towel down. From the day I slid inside that tight, wet ass pussy, it was always moist and creamy, wet, gushy and sloppy. She knew what she was working with.

“C’mon, let’s go in the bathroom. I don’t want to change my new comforter set.”

My eyes darted down to her booty with my dick still in my hand, begging to be buried deep inside her. She was naked from when she took off my t-shirt, the only piece of clothing she was in was the black leggings and a pair of white Nike ankle socks. Bending over on the granite countertop, she winced from the cold tile cooling her skin. She had her ass up in the air, giving me a great look at her thick and round booty. She cocked her head back, giving me the green light to undress her.

“What you doing? Didn’t you ask for this?” she asked with her bottom lip poked out.

“I’m waiting for you to get comfortable bae, are you comfortable?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

I bent down just a little bit to help her remove her leggings. My dick dangled between my legs, dripping precum on the floor from my tip, looking like a glob of spit with a creamy texture. Slowly, I glided the tights down her leg and tapped her on her leg signaling her to step out of them once I reached the bottom. The scent of her favorite gourmand fragrance, Valentino, Born in Roma, lingered heavy in the air as I evaded her privacy, ready to fuck up her world and her walls. After tossing the leggings to the side, I bent down to be level with her. My dick led the way to her pussy hole, greeting it, rubbing the head against her wet flesh before sticking it in. We hissed at the same time before she reached her hand back and slightly pushed me. My brows creased as I eyed her through the mirror with concern.

“Ooooooh fuuuuuuck,” she whimpered.

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