Page 29 of Honey's Special Roux

“Marquise, please.”

I smirked and returned to the meal between her legs. Honey’s pussy was my favorite addiction. She had the wettest, juiciest, fattest pussy I’d ever had. She had the type of pussy that made a man want to tattoo his name on it. She had the type of pussy to kill about it. I wouldn’t hesitate to empty the clip on any nigga who even thought about trying to taste her.

After she sprayed her delicious juices on my tongue, I slurped that shit up and went to insert my dick.

“You know I have a long day today. I have to clock in at the restaurant in less than an hour,” Honey stated.

I nodded as if I gave a fuck about what she was talking about. I rubbed my tip in her wetness. I loved the sound her pussy made when it was ready for me. I dipped inside of her and licked my lips when her walls suction-cupped my length.

“Fuck, you know I’d die in this pussy.”

She laughed. “Please don’t. Mothafuckas would start calling me tombstone coochie or some shit.”

I chuckled. “Good. No other nigga better ever have the audacity to get a taste ofmypussy. You hear me? This juicy ass mothafucka belongs to me. Only me.” I pounded her shit like she’d pissed me off. I folded her legs into her chest and dropped the dick inside of her.

“Fuck! Marquise. Please.” She moaned as she pushed at my chest.

“You better take all this dick. I want you to feel this shit in yo’ soul, baby.”

I massaged her insides. My eyes bore into hers while she fought to keep her composure. My body tensed as my nut inched forward.

“You know where this nut goin’, don’t you?” I asked as I pressed my body into hers and stroked deep into her.

“In me. Nut in your pussy, baby.”

I shook from the intensity of my orgasm. Without warning, I pumped her full of my nut and mixed it in her juices as she came on my dick.

She lay out on the bed like a starfish sunbathing on a rock. I chuckled and kissed her inner thighs before I stood up and stretched.

“You cool with driving yourself today? I got to do my rounds on the blocks, and I might not finish in time to pick you up.”

“Whatever,” she mumbled.

“Don’t do that, Honey.”

“Do what?”

I chuckled. “Play dumb if you want to.”

“You the only man I know who can piss me off right after snatching my soul. It’s like you think of ways to make me mad. That’s your kink?”

“You’re the one who be trying to make an argument out of nothing. Twice a month, you know I do my rounds, so this shouldn’t be a surprise.”

“Like I said, whatever.”

“I must didn’t fuck you good enough. C’mere. Let me knock that attitude out of you real quick.”

She fought the smile as I pulled her to the edge of the bed.

“Marquise! No. I have to get ready for work.”

“Work can wait. You need an attitude adjustment.”

We clashed a lot, but Honey was my soulmate. Everything I did, I did for her. She was the woman I wanted to settle down and build an empire with. I spoke life into everything she did because she deserved everything she dreamed of and more.

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I pulled the Camaro down the block as Lil Wayne blared from the speakers. I brought the blunt to my lips as I parked next to some of the young dudes in the crew. They were chopping it up like me, Mouse, and TK used to back in the day. It was cool to see how much shit gets passed down from each generation. There was always a brotherhood in these streets. We had to have someone to chop it up with, or we’d die from mental health issues.

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