Page 49 of Sunday

“Oh, you ’bout to hook a nigga up?”

“Yes, because I need my man to know that he’s it for me.”

“If you wanted to suck a nigga off, all you had to do is say that shit. Up here playing games and getting a nigga all in his chest over your li’l lite-brite ass and shit.”

She grabbed my dick and stroked it as she stared up at me.

“Ain’t nobody playing games, CJ,” she muttered before licking her thick lips.

Before I could offer a rebuttal, she had my dick in her mouth. Everything I wanted to say and every attitude I wanted to hold went out the window. I gripped the top of her head as my fingers tangled in her curls. I slowly pumped into her mouth. She slobbered down my shit, and the more she did, the harder I became.

I took out my aggression about her odd behavior in her mouth. I pumped hard until she gagged, and tears leaked from the side of her eyes. She pulled back and worked the head over before she spit down my shaft. Sunday sucked me in again andslowly worked me to the back of her throat before she increased her speed and intensity.

She twisted one hand back and forth along my shaft, moving in alignment with her mouth. With her other hand, she stroked and caressed my balls. I pulled on her hair until she hollered out around me. When she pulled back, she mugged me.

“Damn, CJ. You ain’t gotta snatch me bald.”

“Shit feels good, Sunny.”

She smirked and lowered her head. Pushing my dick upward toward my belly, she spread her legs wide to make room for her belly. Then she grabbed my nuts and sucked on them.

“Aww fuck, Sunny.” I groaned as my toes pressed into my slides.

This was something that Taylor hadn’t liked to do. The number of times she’d scraped her teeth over my shit was enough for me not to expect it again. But Sunday was something else when it came to giving head. From the very first time she’d done it, she’d blown my mind. She had a nigga forgetting his name. Hell, she could make a crackhead give up his dope and go clean.

She pulled my nuts out of her mouth and slid my dick back in. She slobbered up and down my shit until I felt my eyes crossing. I heard bells ringing, and my vision blurred before I saw little spots and shit went dark.

The slurping noises she made and her hands and mouth at work on me at the same time were all I could take. I gripped the sides of her head and exploded down her throat. Sunday slurped and slurped until she’d drained my vein.

When she finished, she looked up at me with a grin. She licked the remnants of my nut off her lips and asked, “Is that the work of a woman who’s not into you?”

I pulled her up, smacked her on the ass, and replied, “That’s not my concern. Li’l ass better not be into anyone else.”

She stuck her tongue out, replied, “Only you,” and headed upstairs to our bedroom.

Cedar

“Roll over, baby.”

“Hmm?” she muttered sleepily.

“Roll over.”

“CJ, I’m tired,” she whined.

She’d been up late last night marinating the meats and preparing the side dishes for the cookout we were hosting later today. Memorial Day was tomorrow, and I planned to entertain today and chill out tomorrow before we returned to work Tuesday.

I had offered to help her with the food last night, but she swore that she had it. She said that I’d be on the grill all day, so she wanted to do her work beforehand. I had gone to the living room and watched a baseball game. The entire time she was in the kitchen, she had been on the phone with someone. Every time I walked in there to grab a snack or a beer, she would stop talking. It reminded me of that shit she said her mama did to her whenever her daddy walked into the room. She just didn’t hang up the phone like her mama did.

I gently rolled her onto her back and shoved her nightgown up around her waist.

“Li’l horny ass. Why you ain’t wearing no panties with ya tired ass?” I teased, running my finger through her slit.

“I was hot last night,” she mumbled, working her hips in lazy circles.

“Mm-hmm. Hot in the ass. You didn’t get rid of the gown.”

She moaned when I slid my finger through her flesh. My thumb pressed against her clitoris, and I shoved two fingers inside of her. Sunday’s fingers grabbed the edge of her nightgown and pulled it up to her breasts until they were borne to the cool temperatures of the room.

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