Page 19 of Chrome

“Rob the fuckin’ cradle or get the fuck off me, Fade.” She always had a choice when it came to giving her body away. She didn’t have a choice to be with a nigga though. That was set in stone.

Leaning down, her lips met mine and for the first time, we shared a kiss. Her body was every bit of cotton soft, so I expected nothing less from them luscious ass lips of hers. Her tongue slipped in a nigga mouth, and I’d be damned if them muthafuckas didn’t get to dancing. With my hands palming her ass, I gripped her shit causing her to moan in my mouth.

She reached underneath and put my shit directly at her opening. “Don’t play with it, Fade. Sit the fuck down and ride that shit,” I demanded.

She heard a nigga loud and clear and did what I asked without any pushback. My dick was eased into her canal and a nigga had a moment. I couldn’t lie. It ain’t make no sense how good she felt. That shit was wetter than water and it damn sure had a grip on that bitch. Fade had to know she fucked up putting that shit on a nigga. She definitely ain’t have a choice being mine now.

“Mmmm!” she moaned while kissing on a nigga neck. That sativa was running through both our veins, so I knew the enhancement it had on making this shit feel like pure ecstasy.

“Young or not, that pussy dripping for a nigga.”

“You’re not supposed to feel this fuckin’ good.”

“Fuckin’ on yo’ nigga gon’ always feel good, baby. Ride this shit as long as you want and have fun doing it. It ain’t going nowhere, Mama.”

Sitting up, she planted her feet on the side of me and pressed into my chest for stability. Baby started riding my wood while she maintained eye contact. Whatever she wanted she could have at this point. All it took was for me to slip inside her shit once to activate my crazy. I went from being a nigga with morals to an easy hoe for her. I wanted Fade bad and now she was putting that shit on a nigga. Yeah, call the police boo ‘cause I promise I’m cutting a fool from this day forward.

Reaching up, my hand cuffed her cheek, and she slightly turned her head, so my thumb sat on her lips. Seconds later, she was putting her mouth to use sucking on my shit. She put thoughts in yo’ boy head quick. Like how her lips felt wrapped around my shaft or how that tongue slid up and down that muthafucka. Shit, did she swallow? She had my head gone out this bitch!

With my free hand, I rubbed on the clit causing her body to subtly jerk.That pearl sensitive, huh?While she thought she was in control, this was just a nigga learning her body. She could take dick no doubt ‘cause it wasn’t shit shrimp ‘bout this muthafucka. However, she couldn’t control how much she came for me. Baby didn’t even realize her juices was coating my pole the way it was.

“You like cummin’ for me, Mama?” Nodding, she bit on her bottom lip and began to slam her body down on my shit. “Use your words.”

“Yessss. Fuck yes,” she spoke softly.

“Yes what? Put a name on that shit.”

“Yes Chrasmere,” she uttered without hesitation.

Smirking, I swiftly flipped her over instantly pushing her legs to the headboard. It was my turn to drill her shit. Her pussy was glistening like a glazed fuckin’ donut. Pretty face with a pretty pussy to match. I mean damn, it didn’t get no better than this.

“Why you fuckin’ me like this?” she moaned.

“It’s called stamping shit, baby. You belong to me now and it ain’t no way around that. That last nigga fumbled this good shit like a dummy.”

Her eyes stayed locked in on me and I felt like she understood every word I spoke. I didn’t leave room for anybody to play with nothing that was mine. He should’ve handled her better and he wouldn’t have lost the best pussy made to man. The way my dick slid in and out her shit without a hiccup... The way her walls wrapped around my shit like a glove… The way her cream painted my shit white… This was all me. Chrasmere fuckin’ approved!

“When I nut in this shit, ain’t no going back.”

“Don’t… Fuck! Don’t do that, Chrome.”

“You trying to have another nigga baby or something? Why the fuck not?”

“You’re… too… young… for?—”

I cut her shit short as I delivered long strokes. She lay mouth gaped wide open unable to say shit. The only thing she could talk about was my age. It was already established that I was over ten years below her, but my dick was grown enough to make her pussy talk back. It was grown enough to make her cum on that shit repeatedly. And it was damn sure grown enough to make her body convulse.

“A nigga ain’t shit but yours Fade. Accept that shit.”

With her legs locked around my waist, I dug in that gushy shit with a purpose. She wasn’t gon’ crave nobody but Chrasmere Terrell Black after tonight. Her moans filled the room as her walls tightened around my shaft. She was ready to cum for the umpteenth time and her nigga was right behind her.

“Push that shit out baby. Cum on the dick like a good girl,” I coached. My face was in the crook of her neck enjoying every second of her.

“Cum with me… please,” she begged softly.

I wasn’t a nigga to go against his woman, so I honored her request. The pace of my strokes sped up and moments later, my kids were crashing with her waves. Letting loose in yo’ woman freely felt better than strapping up with a hoe just to get yo’ rocks off. You knew the pussy was yours and untainted.

The feeling of her lips against mine, the feeling of her pussy clenched around my dick, the feeling of her legs locked around my waist, the feeling of my baby under me and clinging to me period was a feeling I refused to let go. Fade didn’t know it yet, but she became a nigga home. I wasn’t ‘bout to let another soul touch her after this.

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