Page 25 of The Perfect Verse
She scooted off the bed and smiled at the trail of clothes and shoes from the door to where they lay in the bed. While she’d never dismissed her attraction to women, with ease, she drank Donovan’s calm and chocolate presence in. Just that quickly, relieving her bladder was no longer a priority when her eyes landed on that smooth, dark magic stick that made her press her teeth into her lower lip. Even flaccid, it was still beautiful. As she took it in her hand, its thickness and heaviness caused her mouth to salivate.
She crawled in front of him and rested on her knees, not long before she wrapped one hand around his length. He soon groaned and stirred in his sleep as his erect penis hardenedin her hand. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” she whispered, almost afraid to wake him. She never knew a peace could come from another human being that not only calmed her but cradled her soul.
She eased her hand even more firmly around his penis, her jaws giving way as she knelt down and nervously licked the tip of his beautiful, mushroom head. She’d be the first to admit that her fellatio skills weren’t that great. Her first attempt was the night before, and despite her lack of skill, Donovan was patient as he gently coached her.
She lowered her mouth even further, then slowly took him in while her hand delicately covered the lower part of his shaft. Remembering to relax her mouth, she eased down as much as she could before a slight gag reflex halted her.
“Fuck.” He grunted with half-open lids. “That’s that shit that will have me catching bullets for your ass, Young D. Suck daddy’s dick like you want to die on it.”
She smiled, then pushed his shaft toward the roof of her mouth. He hissed at the feel of her tongue and lips around his girth and length.
“Hey.”
“Hmph?”
“I love you, and that’s on Genny’s ass.” She smiled with a mouth filled with him. Genny was his mother. She was a teenage mother who gang banged harder than he ever could in her heyday as she struggled to care for three sons. Chaney never knew she’d enjoy sucking dick until he taught her how to suck his, and she did it well.
“Is that so?” She gently sucked his swollen mushroom head, causing his toes to curl.
“Baby—ahhhh, fuck.”
He grunted as she slowly bobbed her head up and down his shaft while she massaged his testicles with her hand. Thesoftness of her hand, coupled with the softness of her tongue, had him close to tears. He then sat up on his elbows, opening his mouth every time her full lips wrapped themselves around his dick.
As their eyes latched onto each other, she stopped and released a load of spittle from her mouth. As it dribbled down her chin onto his penis, she whispered, “I love you, Donovan.”
He cried out like a bitch when her mouth sleeved his entire shaft. That gag reflex was a thing of the past as her mouth rested against his abdomen. He began to thread his fingers in her hair and drag his fingernails against her scalp, causing her to moan while he grew even more inside of her mouth.
“Chaney, baby. Shit, ma. Got damn!” he belted, fucking her face like a madman. He sat up long enough to watch her rub her fingers vigorously against her clitoris. That act alone had him close to flooding her mouth with his spill.
“That’s enough,” he pushed out through gritted teeth. He then snatched her head off his penis, causing it to bob back and forth in the air.
She cackled, wiping the spittle from her mouth until he pulled her up and eased his shaft inside of her from underneath.
“Deeeeeee!” she cried out. “D, baby. Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” she yelped as he worked his hips, gliding in and out of her. It was like magic, her pussy swallowing him then reappearing while she threw her head back.
“Look at me, baby.” He pulled her face toward his by the chin and tongued her down.
He felt high yet still grounded, grounded in her love and in that good pussy she was giving him. If he died in her love, he’d be more than happy with life as long as he had a chance to love and be loved by her.
“Say it again.” He crashed his mouth against hers once more before staring deeply into her orbs. “Say you love me again.”
Chaney relayed it as much as she could while their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. She was so full—full of happiness when she gasped, and tears rained down her cheeks. He quickly stopped and leaned back with knitted brows.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I-I don’t know,” she stammered and panted, trying to catch her breath. “I don’t…”
“I do.” He smiled, sliding his tongue across his lower lip.
“You do?”
“Hell yeah.” He cupped her face, admiring her rose-colored cheeks. “You love me, and I love the fuck out of you. You don’t trust it, but you can.”
“How do you know?” she whispered, lowering her gaze.
“I’m still here when I have reason to fall back. You, too, but you’re here, too. We have plenty of baggage but not enough to deprive the other of what they deserve.” A smile threatened to form when he rubbed his nose against hers. “It’s always gonna be me and you, baby. Okay?”
She nodded.
