Page 22 of Drill Session

“Oooooh shit!”

“Fuuuuuck!” He groaned. “I ain’t gon’ keep tellin’ you this pussy tight when you already know,” he grunted. “You know that shit right,” he chuckled.

I was trying to hide the smirk, but his affirmations sounded good to me. The way he praises my pussy and body are the highlight that I get to use as a crutch against him to do anything I asked him to do, if he declined or gave me a reason why he couldn’t at the moment. Putting him on a pussy punishment and depriving him of his addiction was something he couldn’t handle. Truth be told, I couldn’t handle being without his dick for long periods of time. My period coming on a few days ago stopped me from those great fuck sessions. Though three days into my period being on, I was tempted to pull up on him, lay a white towel down on the bed and beg him to fuck me.

“I knowwww,” I sighed. He was stuffing with me nothing but good dick. It was hard to maintain my arch and not curve my back up because he was too much for me to handle. I wanted to move my hands and play it off like I was playing with my pussy, but Drill would catch on and fuck me harder.

“Fuck me back bae. Fuck me bae,” he encouraged me. “Let me see this pussy swallow this dick up,” he groaned. “Shit,” he moaned.

He stilled his movements, and I threw my ass back on him just like he taught me. I purposely contracted my pussy around his dick because he liked it. Jalisa taught me that trick a long time ago and it works like a charm when she wants Lucky to cum quick.

“Aghhh, fuck!” he grunted. “You know what the fuck you doin’ girl… squeezin’ my dick with this tight ass pussy. You trying to get me to nut again?”

Glancing back at him again, our eyes met. I never stopped throwing my ass back. Biting down on his lip, he thrusted his hips forward and continued fucking me, giving me nothing but great dick. The sounds of my ass slapping against his stomach could be heard from miles away. The thought of someone walking out on their balcony seeing us, or someone walking on the beach was the farthest thing from my mind. I was in a zone of getting fucked and I didn’t feel bad about it. I could feel my juices seeping out me causing my asshole to become doused in white cum.

“Drill!” I yelped, feeling my body convulsing. Here I am trying to get him to nut, but I was stealing the race. “I’m about to cum daddy,” I whined.

“Ain’t that’s what you’re supposed to expect when you’re fucking me? Do I ever short you of your nut? Stop fuckin’ playin’ with me mane.”

“Noooo, daddy never,” I screamed, feeling him speed up a little bit and fuck me harder. “Ohmygosh fuuuuuuuck! Drill!”

“Daddy ‘bout to nut bae,” he grunted. “You gon’ let me cum in this pussy. I want to nut in this good ass pussy. Can I do that?”

“Y-you don’t have to ask me that. You do what you want to do anyway,” I responded.

“You damn fuckin’ right. This pussy ‘bout to catch all this shit!”

I couldn’t hold on any longer. He was talking me through it, saying everything he knows I wanted to hear. That was his cheat code, while I tried to use mine. Talking me through it was his draw four Uno card and like a sore loser, I grabbed my cards out the deck every time.

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The Next Day

“So, because you’re on vacation, I can’t FaceTime you?” my daddy asked me.

I released an exasperated sigh because my daddy was pressuring me. He hated texting, he’d rather call, but his calls consisted of random FaceTime calls. He’s been that way since forever and would get pissed off if you didn’t answer or if you couldn’t. He sends everybody emergency texts, acting frightened for no apparent reason. However, this reason was different, it’s not that I couldn’t FaceTime him, I was scared to do so. My daddy would flip the fuck out if he saw that I was here with Drill. I hadn’t told any of my family members about Drill.

Besides Derrick’s nosey ass I didn’t feel the need to tell them because I was still deciphering what Drill and I had going on. My take on people I’m dating or talking to for the moment have to require a certain privilege, for them to meet my family. Nonetheless, I’d feel comfortable telling my mama because I’ve always been open with her about the men in my life, who I’m crushing on or my dating life, but Drill was too close to home. Some of the people in my family still asks about Corbin’s bitch ass during the holidays or major family events. I didn’t make my break up public to my family because they didn’t need to know those details, they’d try to pry out of me. Common sense would be that if he wasn’t coming around anymore then we weren’t together, but for those who wanted to know, they didn’t mind asking.

My daddy was a different ball game because he was a stand up guy and I can agree that every man I date, he’d want them to be the same. I wouldn’t accept anything less than what he taught me. He opened doors for the women in his life, pumped gas, sent flowers and money, pulled the chair out for them and treated women like with kindness all the way around, like his father taught him. The only reason I feel like he’d disapprove of my fling with Drill is because of his record. It doesn’t matter that he’s on a clean slate now, my daddy often lives in the past and thinks men living in that lifestyle would go down that road again. He can’t relate, but he’s very old school, so he often makes up crazy scenarios about what could go wrong. I love my old man to death, but I don’t have time for that right now.

“It’s not that you can’t FaceTime me daddy, it’s just that?—”

Before I could finish my sentence, the FaceTime tone chimed in my ear making me click my teeth and roll my eyes at the dim phone screen. Quick on my feet, I clutched my robe around my neck so he couldn’t see the hickies Drill put on my neck last night. My neck made a pop sound the way I darted my head around the room, to make sure nothing was out of place. Drill was sleeping peacefully on the bed, laying his stomach, sprawled out on the top of the covers. The room was pretty much clean for the most part, but Drill’s suitcase was on his side of the bed, so I wasn’t going to pan the camera on the bed if my daddy asked to look around the room.

“Hey daddy.” I grinned into the camera, after accepting the call. His handsome face appeared in the view with a frown. From the looks of it, he had his reading glasses perched on his nose, and I knew he must have been engrossed in the Commercial Appeal newspaper. His daily routine consisted of reading the morning paper while eating breakfast.

“Don’t ‘Hey daddy,’ me,” he muttered with an attitude. “Why is your location turned off Akira, you know I don’t play about that. Y’all kids be thinking y’all grown but y’all still my babies. I had to get on Akia the other day keeping her location turned on. If something happens to y’all, how will I know where y’all at,” he wasted no time grilling me.

“I know daddy and I don’t mind sharing my location, but I have to download a VPN while I’m out here and it consists of me having to use this Mobile Device Management app, and one of the restrictions are turning my Find My off. I’m safe here daddy, there’s nothing to worry about. We’re—I’m leaving tonight anyway,” I caught the slip of my tongue from mentioning Drill.

Still holding the camera to my face, I walked inside the living room and sat on the couch. We had a staring match going on, he’d do it to anybody to fish out a lie, including my mama. I was lying my ass off, partially, the Mobile Device Management thing was true, but him and everybody else was under the impression this was a work-related trip, meanwhile I’ve been here getting fucked and sucked from the back from sun up to sun down. He said if you broke the stare, you were lying and I wanted so bad to burst into laughter, but I kept it G and held my composure long enough for him to break the stare.

“Akira,” he took off his reading glasses and laid the paper on the table. “You used to be one the innocent ones,” he continued.

“I still am, daddy,” I sighed.

“Are you pregnant?”

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