Page 58 of The Perfect Verse
“Fuck.” He bit his lip when he pulled her shirt over her head, and her breasts appeared. He palmed one breast while he took her mouth. Her body shuddered, her head falling back as his lips trailed down her neck.
“I missed you, Kee, and I’m sorry.” A whimper was her reply when he slid one hand inside her panties, her slickness coating his fingers. “I did that?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Her back arched as he gently rubbed her clitoris, watching her flushed skin litter with goosebumps. “B-Baby?”
“Hmph?” He gripped her neck, his lips against hers. “Want me to stop?”
Her eyes shot open, taking in his lopsided grin. He lodged two fingers, stretching that pussy. He loved the way her walls contracted, causing his dick to harden. He had to get inside of her. He stood up, slid quickly out of his jeans and boxers, and stood there. He grinned and stared at her bucked eyes, his dick bobbing in the air. He watched her swallow slowly. She’d never sucked his dick, but from the way her eyes latched onto his dick, he wondered if she wanted to.
“May I?” she asked, her voice shaky. He looked up at the ceiling and smiled, wondering if God was eavesdropping, or if he’d caught her at a time she was game for trying new shit with him.
“I, uh…” She took a deep breath. “I’ve never done it before, but I want to.”
“You know we have time ‘cause I ain’t going nowhere. This shit with Rita was a hiccup.”
He pulled his shirt off, and her pussy jumped, taking in his six-pack. His henna skin was like a mural of sorts from the tattoos that damn near covered every part of his skin.
“Hiccup, my ass.”
Instantly, she grew annoyed. He had the anecdote for that attitude when he fell to his knees, yanked her down, and put his entire mouth over her pussy. Slow figure eights skated up and down and around her center, her slickness coating his mouth and chin.
“This shit can’t ever get old.” He parted her lower lips, eyes fastened to hers as he sucked on her mound.
“Scoooooter,” she sang, her body frigid. She closed her eyes, her stomach forming into a knot as he hummed inside her pussy.
“Kee, baby, open your eyes. Look at me. I want you to see and hear me.” Her lids opened, but sat low as he sucked that pussy like the sweetest, juiciest peach. Just when she thought he would let up, when he pulled back, one lift of her ass cheeks told her he planned to leave no part of her body untouched.
“Fuckkkk. Oh, fuck, please. Oh, shit.”
He tongue-fucked her lower hole, then bit her ass cheek. He wanted her marked, labeled, tramp-stamped, and all. He needed niggas to know he’d claimed the infamous K Smooth. The streets would still see her, but they’d see him too. He couldn’t wait to spoil her with his money and have her all on this platform, repping the baddest bitch from Miami. Trina didn’t have shit on Kaleela Bradshaw. She was that shit before him, and her stock rose when he leaned back and rammed his dick inside of her.
He lifted her legs, holding her steady, and his dick rested inside of her. He was glad she kept that pussy to herself. However she’d pleased herself before him was a wrap. He wanted it tight, warm, and biting just like it was as he slowly worked himself in and out of her.
“Kee, baby. Pussy so damn good.”
He looked down at where they met, sweat falling down his face. He couldn’t wait to have her spread wide eagle on rooftops, inside of sprinters, on balconies, and any and every damn where. He didn’t give a fuck about that wheelchair, but he had plans for that, too. He never wanted her to feel less than, and with him, she never would.
“I don’t hear you, Kee. Let your nigga know how he’s treating this pussy.” He rested her legs in the crutch of his arms andleaned over, taking her mouth. He was balls deep, feeling her body tense.
“I’m hurting you?”
“N-No.” She grunted as her hips followed the motion of his. He wanted to climb inside of her damn body, but not at her expense.
“Liar.”
“I can take it. Keep going,” she commanded, panting when he took one nipple in her mouth. “Oh, shit.”
She lifted herself, watching him suck her breast like it was his favorite meal. He moved to the other, and immediately, her walls contracted. She was about to cum, and he felt it.
“Get your shit off because ain’t no stopping tonight. A nigga like me can sleep on the plane.”
Her back stilled as she came, crying and clawing at his back. Sex never felt so good. She was so used to giving and not receiving that it wasn’t until he did it that she realized she’d been depriving herself. Soon, he was behind her, grunting, and he sprayed her walls with his seed.
He collapsed on her body, his head resting on her shoulder. When his dick twitched inside of her, she smacked his back.
“The fuck you do that for?” He grinned. “Oh, is that your way of asking for more dick. Keep that up, and Rell and Trav are about to have a little brother or sister. I’ll sit your gun-toting ass down for real, have you full of babies.”
“Move.” She playfully pouted, but for the first time, she could see herself having a baby. Still, it was all new, and they had so much to learn about each other. She also had one more thing on her to-do list she’d been avoiding. That one thing, though, she had to do without him. It worked out perfectly since he had to leave.
