Page 69 of Welcome to the Table
I was gone and didn’t even get the pussy yet. I tried to look away, but she reached up and grabbed my beard.
“No. Look at me and tell me what’s wrong?” she asked me, and that’s where I fucked up.
“I’ll tell you after you tell me who the fuck that nigga is who was all on you.” If she wanted me to tell her anything, I needed her trust.
Raven took a deep breath and rolled her eyes before speaking. “That’s my brother. It’s a long story.”
She must’ve thought I was going to brush the shit off, but I wasn’t.
“I got time to listen,” I told her.
Her eyes were red as fuck, and she was moving slow, so I knew she was high as hell.
“I been on my own since I was a teenager. My family tried to run my life and make me a part of something I didn’t want to be a part of. When I graduated from high school, I left and never looked back. I made a life for myself, and he found me,” she said.
I was confused. “What were you running from? And a part of what? A cult or some shit? Was it that bad that you had to run?” I asked her, and she sat up.
She straddled my lap reverse cowgirl style, arching her back until she was looking at me upside down. The top of her head touched my chest. She was trying to distract me when she rolled her hips a little, but it wouldn’t work. I wanted to know what the fuck had her running. My hands rubbed her sides down to herhips and gave them a quick squeeze. I grabbed the front of her neck and turned her to me.
My hand slid down the front of her body. I lifted her nightgown and grabbed her mound. I was surprised that she didn’t have any panties on. My middle finger slid between her wet lips, and she moaned.
“Nah, this ain’t for fun. Finish your story,” I whispered in her ear as my finger grazed her slit.
“How can I, when your finger is rubbing my clit?” She grabbed my dreads from behind, spreading them all over her face.
I circled her clit, and her hips bucked. She tried to raise her head, but I pulled it back down.
“I’m running this show. Continue talking. What were you running from, and what made you run to New Orleans?” I was trying to control my dick because her silky pussy had my shit screaming to be free, but I needed information first. My gut told me I wouldn’t like her answer, but I needed to know if she or her brother posed a threat.
“Fuck, Hellcat.” She rotated her hips to meet my fingers. I slowed them down but didn’t stop.
“That’s not what I asked you.” I slid my middle finger inside her walls, and she jumped. I curved it, and she rode my finger harder.
“Finish the conversation, Raven. What were you running from?”
She didn’t answer me, and I knew I would have to up the stakes a little. I didn’t have a condom, but I wanted to feel this pussy raw. I was losing my mind because I never went in a bitch raw. I would make a bitch put a condom on my dick with her mouth to give me head, so I knew my head was gone off of her.
“Please, Hell, put that dick inside me. I need it.” She moaned, but I didn’t recognize her accent.
Teasing her, I put another finger inside, and she screamed. I lifted her and pulled my dick out of the top of my joggers. Precum spat out of it, and I used it to rub on her pussy. I was trying to put a spell on this bitch for the rest of her life. I lined my hard dick with her wet opening, sat her on the tip, and let her ride it. She tried to move my hands so she could slide all the way down, but I wouldn’t let her. Her hands were on top of mine, trying to push her further down, but I wouldn’t let her. I knew I was torturing her, and that’s what needed to happen for her to tell me everything.
“Answer my questions,” I told her, losing control.
I slid her down on my dick, and her walls swallowed me whole. The grip she had on my hands told me to move slowly, so I continued inch by inch. She moaned loud as fuck as I pushed her down until I was balls deep. She tried to move, but I stopped her. My nut was rising to the tip of my dick.
“Fuck nah. Stay still,” I growled at her, letting my head fall back on the couch. I leaned up and bit into her back, watching it move like a snake.
“Speak, Raven. Now,” I told her, kissing her skin.
“My father, Kasper, has been looking for me for years and couldn’t find me. Sokko is my brother. I didn’t know he had a chip in my hand to track me everywhere I went. He didn’t bother me in California, but when I got comfortable in New Orleans, he decided to pop up.” She moaned, and my antenna went up.
New Orleans was so fucking small, so this nigga had to have a motive. I lifted her up and down slowly so she could continue talking.
“I’m still listening,” I barely got out because her pussy was hypnotizing me.
“Sokko wants me to get info on some mafia family, and I told him I ran away from all of that. My father wanted me to smuggle drugs into the United States, and I wasn’t with that. He taughtme how to protect myself, but I used that against him and left. I wanted to live life on my terms, not what he already had planned for me. I didn’t want to live that life anymore with them, so I got away when I could and have been gone for the past ten years.” She moaned, taking over the rhythm, and rode my dick like a cowgirl.
My antennas went up further, and I wanted to know more.
