Page 22 of Wasn't Supposed To Be Yours
My dick was sloppy wet from the way she was spitting on it, and straight up demolishing my shit. She was doing the hand, and mouth combo, where she would use both hands to jack me, twisting her wrist each time, and she had her mouth on the head, sucking on that. My toes were inside my sneakers throwing up gang signs.
“I know them hoes not sucking this dick like me. You taste so good, Tank. I can’t wait until you drop that nut down my throat,” she took the dick out of her mouth for a second, only so she could say that shit to me.
I let her keep it in, but I stood up, putting both of my hands on the back of her head, and I started slowly fuckin her face. Not only was my dick long, but it was thick, so for a second, I wanted to control the narrative, so I didn’t let her pull away this time. I kept her head pushed in, feeding her straight dick, letting her hold that position, which cut off her airway.
“That’s a lot of dick. Let’s see how long you can go without breathing,” I spoke, looking down as the tears were falling from her eyes.
I gave it about two more seconds, and I removed her head. Even with her fighting to catch her breath, she continued sucking me, and within two minutes, she got me to nut, and she licked up every bit of it, opening her mouth, so that I could see it resting on her tongue, and that’s when she swallowed it.
“You innocent looking as fuck. You don’t look like you do the kind of nasty ass shit that you do,” I voiced, and she laughed.
“Fuck me, Tank. Wait till you see how wet this pussy is,” she responded, standing up, and she started removing her clothes.
I paused in stepping out of sneakers because I was too busy looking at her, and the shit that she was doing. She didn’t have a lick of clothes on, so I stood here, with my jaw damn near touching the floor, watching her.
A perfect body is what she had. Renee knew her body was perfect too, which is why she didn’t hesitate to remove her clothes. The lights were on in the room, so I could see everything that she had to offer. She went ahead, and walked to the foot of the bed, hopped on it, and she got on all fours, tooting that ass up in the air, looking at me over her shoulders, and she made her pussy jump.
She was wet as hell. I could see the juices slipping out of her. All I could do was shake my head, come out of my sneakers, and I pulled my jeans, and briefs off. I quickly tore through the new pack of condoms, got one on, and I walked over to her. I stood directly behind her, slapped her on her ass a couple of times, and I held my dick in my hands, running it up and down the back of her pussy, and she was moaning with that. I slid inside her when she least expected it, which caused her body to tense up a little bit, but within a second or two, she was throwing that ass back at me, matching my strokes.
“Hmmmmm. Tank, you feel so good. You fuck me so good. Nobody has ever in life fucked me the way you do. I can’t wait until I cum on that dick,” she moaned to me. I was too busy with my eyes closed, my head thrown back, with my hands on her hips, locking her in place.
I’m not sure what was going on, but my mind drifted off, and I envisioned that this was Dionne down on all fours, letting me fuck her like this. Because that’s what I was thinking about, my dick felt like it grew a few more inches.
“Damn baby. You taking that dick like a pro. Go ahead and handle your business on it. Ima stand back here, and watch youdo it,” I expressed, opening my eyes, and leaning my head back up because I wanted to see it when she squirted.
I was so caught up in the moment, that I didn’t even realize I just fucked around, and called her baby. You can tell that the shit that I just said to her had done something to her because the pussy only got wetter, and she squirted, just like I knew she would do, having fluids rush out of her for like five seconds.
Barely giving her any time to take in what her body just went through, I went ahead and pulled her up, held her in my arms, and I walked her over to the wall, where I handled my business in the pussy. I gave her round after round, making her cum more than the time that I’ve even been here. I didn’t finish with her until almost twenty minutes later, and when I did, she lay limp as a rag dog at the foot of the bed.
That low bun that she originally had in her hair when I’d gotten here, wasn’t in her hair anymore. Her long hair was sprawled across her back, as she lay with a pillow in between her legs, looking at me like I was from a different planet or some shit.
I reached for my briefs, and I walked into the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom. I flushed the condoms down the toilet that I’d used, pissed, and I washed my dick off. I stepped into my briefs, and I walked over to the sink, so that I could wash my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing the beads of sweat that was on my forehead, due to the work that I’d put in.
Once I was finished, I dried my hands off on the decorative towels that were hanging up, and I headed back out into her bedroom, where she had sat up now, and she was pulling her tank top over her head.
“My pussy was that good to you tonight? You called me baby a couple of times,” she said with a smile on her face. The moment I fucked around and called her that shit, I already knew she was going to call me out on it. I never called Renee baby. I’ll call herlove, or beautiful. Baby sounded so fuckin intimate, and like a nigga that was in love. Caught up in the moment, and my mind thinking about someone else is what had me fuckin around and calling her that shit.
“Shit, I said it in the heat of the moment. That pussy was good though,” I assured her, reaching for my wife beater, so that I could put it on.
“Heat of the moment, or you were thinking about somebody else?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
No lie, her question caught me off guard a little bit. Made a nigga feel like she did some kind of voodoo on me, and she could read my fuckin mind. Out of all the things that she could have said that shit was weird that she really called me out on exactly what had taken place. I wasn’t going to let her know that she was right though, so I just shook my head, and once my wife beater was on, I grabbed my jeans, so that I could step into those next.
“Here you go with the bullshit. I need you to know that any time that me, and you go at it, it’s because of you. You start all the fights that we have,” I snapped, and when I said that, she grunted, while she got out of the bed, and the only thing that she was wearing was her tank top.
She crossed her arms, and she looked me up, and down, and I could tell that she was thinking about something which was going to be followed by her asking me something or making a bold statement.
“So, when you went out last weekend with that hoe, did you fuck her? And nigga don’t lie to me because I have proof that you were out with her. You were so busy caught up in the fuckin moment, that you didn’t even realize my cousin was right below ya’ll at a booth of her own. She sent me footage. My thing is, Tank, I don’t even care if you fuck that bitch. She’s pretty. What I don’t like is how your lying about it and making me out to becrazy for calling you out on that shit,” she spat, and all I could do was stand here, and look at her like she was bat shit crazy.
“Let me get this straight. You can jump in and correct me any time that you want to. I went out with Dionne last weekend. Your cousin saw me there with her, and I’m going to assume that she sent you that footage of us out that same night, correct? Today is Saturday, meaning that you’ve been sitting on this information for seven days, yet you still called me over here, and not only did you let me fuck, but you gave me head too. You obviously weren’t that mad, so get the fuck out of my face now with this bullshit. You should have asked me about the shit when it was told to you. Not seven days later, and nut down your throat, and letting me fuck later,” I spat, angry at myself for even coming down here, and fuckin this bitch.
“I haven’t been fucked since the last time me, and you did something, so yes, I was dying to bust a nut. When I see that hoe in the streets, Ima beat her ass. I swear to God I am. I bet she leave you alone then,” she threatened, and that made me laugh.
“You know who her sisters are, right? Dionne might not do it, but that Free, and Tommie will find your ass, and kill you in broad daylight, so tread lightly with that. We can go ahead and wrap whatever this is the fuck up. You cause a nigga too much fuckin stress. Stress that you not even worth,” I finished, now having my jeans on, and I grabbed my gun that was resting on the bed, and I put it on my waist.
I was rushing to get the fuck away from this bitch. I didn’t give a fuck how good her head was, or how good the pussy was, I was going to leave her right where the fuck she stood, and I swear I wasn’t making my way back over to her crib again.
“Fuckin weird ass nigga. I just don’t get why you can’t be real about your shit. If you fuckin that hoe, just say it. Fuck is you doing all this extra shit for?” by this time, she was talkingto herself because I wasn’t responding back to anything that she was saying.
