I t w a s a Friday night, and my apartment smelled like a bad decision waiting to happen… and I fucking loved it. Music played low from the Bluetooth speaker on my vanity. Of course, it was Tink humming about being tired of the cap and lies, dealing with men who weren’t worth the energy, and I felt her deeply.
In my bedroom, I stood in front of my full-length mirror, admiring myself. I wore a sheer black robe tied loosely at the waist with nothing but my lingerie underneath. I had on the “come fuck me” bra. You know, the one that lifted my titties just right and had those extra little straps across the top that made men forget their vows and women take notes.
The matching panties were damn near disrespectful. A thin, black g-string that disappeared between my cheeks and left nothing to the imagination. I had no business looking this damn good for a man that didn’t even belong to me. But here I was. Lip gloss shining, lace front flawlessly bone straight, edges laid, and my freshly waxed pussy throbbing with anticipation.
I held my phone between my shoulder and cheek while listening to my best friend laugh in my ear. “Girl, you shaved for this man again?” Shonica asked.
“I did not shave, I waxed. Don’t play with me,” I said, switching legs. “And yes. I told you, he got that kind of dick. Like…melt-in-your-mouth dick.”
Shonica groaned. “He’s married, Tae. Don’t forget that part.”
“I never forget. I see the tan line on his ring finger every time he’s about to grab me by the neck.”
She gasped. “Bitch!”
I laughed. “I’m just saying. He might be off limits, but he’s worth the tiredness I feel at work afterwards.”
“You’re going straight to hell. I’m talking express lane. No stops.”
“Don’t care,” I said with a shrug. “The devil is just gonna have to scoot over. I’m tryna catch this backshot blessing first.”
Shonica cackled. “You are so damn stupid. Why don’t you just get yourself a man who’s available?”
“Because men are only good for one thing, and barely that,” I said, turning sideways to admire the way my hips filled out the panties. “I’m thirty-one, Shon. I work like a damn dog, pay my own bills, do my own oil changes, file my own taxes, and never ask anybody for shit. I don’t need a man. I need a nut… or five.”
“Whew. I’m writing that down for your future autobiography.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, pulling my robe closed. “Anyway, I gotta go. He said he’d be here by ten, and it’s already nine-twenty. I need to set the vibe.”
She snorted. “Bye, hoe.”
“Bye, bitch.” I hung up and tossed my phone on the bed. I spritzed myself with Valentino perfume on my wrists, neck, and thighs. Then, I walked into the living room to fluff the couch pillows and hit the lights.
Travis liked it dark because, according to him, it helped him forget who he was for a while. I didn’t ask questions. I knew the drill. He was married, older, fine as hell, with a salt-and-pepper beard and a body like he used to play football in the early 2000s. We met at a conference my agency hosted last year, and one thing led to another… now he calls me his “escape.” I wasn’t proud of it but I wasn’t turning down good dick either.
Just as I was lighting the last candle on my coffee table, my phone started ringing from the bedroom. I walked over, hips swaying in a way that didn’t even make sense for a woman alone in her apartment, and picked it up.
No heart emoji, no saved photo, just the single letter. I answered on the second ring. “Hey. You on the way?” There was silence on the other end for a second too long. “Travis?” I said again, wrapping one arm around my waist.
“Yeah,” he said finally, voice low and tight like he was whispering. “I can’t come tonight.”
I froze. “What?”
“I can’t. Something came up. My wife… she’s not feeling well. I gotta stay in.”
I blinked. “You’re telling me this… now?”
“I know. I’m sorry, baby. I really am. I was about to head out, but… she asked me to stay with her. Look, I gotta go.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, biting the inside of my cheek. “After all that talk earlier? The nasty shit you were saying on the phone all week? You got me over here waxed, scented, slicked, and ready like I’m filming a damn scene in a porno!”
“I said I’m sorry, Tae,” he whispered. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
Click.
I stood there staring at the phone like it owed me the back-to-back orgasms instead of Travis’s ass. My stomach dropped with a mix of rage, disappointment, and straight-up sexual frustration.
Oh, hell no.
I tossed the phone onto the bed and marched into the kitchen to pour a shot of Patron. I guzzled it and poured another. My pussy was still throbbing. That man had me running hot all day, and now he wanted to cancel like I was some casual plan to reschedule? How dare he?
It was initially made for groceries and emergency convenience store runs, but they had this new “intimate goods” category. It was discreet and promised delivery in thirty minutes or less, depending on the location.
I scrolled past the condoms and lubes until I found a pretty little pink and chrome number with five-star reviews. The Thrustinator 3000 – Dual Action, Deep Stroke, Clit + G-Spot Vibration. I smirked and tapped “Add to Cart.” Then I took a deep breath and looked around my quiet ass apartment like… well, now what?
The candles were still burning, the lace was still laced, and I still had a whole bottle of Patron. I wasn’t about to sit here all dressed up for no damn reason. My body was still humming like a lit stove burner, and there was no turning that shit off now.
I opened a cabinet, grabbed a bag of kettle popcorn, and tossed it in the microwave. The silence made the popping sound feel louder than it should’ve, but I didn’t care. I was in a mood. The kind of mood where “I don’t need a man, I just need a nut” felt like both a mantra and a threat.
While the popcorn popped, I grabbed my laptop from the coffee table and typed in my usual XXX site. I wasn’t new to this. I had a private tab, a playlist, and a whole saved folder titled “Don’t Judge Me.”
I clicked on a video called “BBC Blows Her Back Out – 4K Creaming Ebony.” I’d seen it twice already, but the man in it had a thick dick, deep voice, and deep strokes that made you question your birth control.
He looked like he did pushups for fun and I loved how he ate pussy like it came with a check. I let it load while I poured a glass of Patron and lemonade over ice and grabbed the now-steaming popcorn bag from the microwave.
I settled into the couch, wrapped a throw blanket around my legs, and pressed play. Within minutes, moans filled the room, and I leaned my head back with a sigh. The woman on screen was damn near crying already, and I understood. Fully. I let the tequila warm me up from the inside and reached for a handful of popcorn just as the man flipped her over and grabbed a fistful of her ass.
I d i d n ’ t s a y a word. I just stepped back and left the door open behind me. If he caught the signal, he caught it. If not, I’d keep my package and he could disappear into the night. Either way, I wasn’t about to beg a man to stay. But the second I turned around and heard the door shut behind him, I knew he caught my drift.
My robe suddenly felt much thinner, and the tiny flicker of curiosity that had led me to let him in turned into a full-on fire crawling up my spine. Ahmad was fine as hell standing in my apartment.
He was tall, brown-skinned, and built like he hit the gym daily but the way he carried himself said he didn’t have to brag about it. Tattoos stretched down both arms, peeking out from under the sleeves of his black hoodie. His low cut was sharp under that black fitted pulled low, and every time he moved, his chains flashed like they had something to say. The gray sweatpants left nothing to the imagination, the Jordans on his feet were fresh, and the diamond stud in his ear gave big energy without him saying a word.
I watched him take in the room. His low, glassy eyes bounced from the candles, the dim lights, the bottle of Patron still half full on the coffee table, and the muted laptop screen that had been playing porn before he pulled up. I wasn’t hiding shit.
“Cute spot,” he said, voice deep as hell.
“Appreciate it.”
He raised one brow. “Wanna open your package, or…?”
I smirked, picking up my glass from the coffee table. “Maybe,” I said casually before taking a sip. “I guess that depends on you.”
He smiled that kind of smile that said he knew exactly who he was and exactly what he had for me. I turned the music back up a little. Brent Faiyaz’s “Make It Out” was playing low in the background like the whole night had been waiting for this moment to cue up. Candlelight flickered against Ahmad’s skin as he stepped farther in.
“You want a drink?” I asked, walking toward the kitchen with the bottle.
He followed, hands in the pockets of his jeans. “All you got is Patron?”
“Looks like.”
“Guess I’ll fuck wit’ it,” he said, watching me open a cabinet.
“What do you usually drink?” I grabbed a glass, poured the liquor over ice, and slid it to him.
“Remy.” He leaned on the counter, watching me like he was waiting to see how far I was willing to take this. I didn’t flinch, not even a little bit.
“So what made you text me in the app?” I asked, watching him gulp down his drink.
“I was curious.”
“Uh huh. Sounded more like you wanted in on the fun.”
He smiled again and placed his glass on the counter. “That too.”
I walked past him slowly, my bare thighs brushing his jeans just enough to be disrespectful. I dropped onto the couch and patted the cushion next to me. Ahmad came to sit down, leaned back, and draped one arm along the back of the sofa behind my neck. He smelled too damn good.
His eyes locked on mine, and I licked my lips, taking in this fine specimen of a man. The way he was sitting, legs spread, hoodie unzipped halfway, chains peeking… yeah, he wasn’t all talk. He had BDE written all over him. I reached for my glass, finished my drink, and set it back down. He leaned in, finally letting his fingers brush my thigh under the robe just enough to tease.
“So, what’s the word?” he muttered. “I’m on whatever you on.”
My whole body buzzed. My brain said slow down, but my pussy said girl, if you don’t… I slid his hand higher just a little. “Your girlfriend knows what you’re doing tonight?”
He chuckled, gripping my thigh just right. “I’m single, mamas. I ain’t wit’ all that cheatin’ bullshit anyway.”
“I just want some good dick,” I said, meeting his gaze.
He grinned. “Yeah, I guessed that. So, what’s up?” That made me bite my lip.
“Alright then,” I said, leaning back against the cushion, legs slightly parted. “Show me what you’re working with.”
Ahmad looked me up and down one more time, slowly, licking his bottom lip like he already tasted me. The tension wrapped around us like a heavy blanket. I was wet, and I knew he could probably smell it. He sank to his knees, pulled his fitted off and placed it on the coffee table. Then, he gripped my thighs with both hands, and pulled me right to the edge of the couch.
“Spread that shit,” he demanded. I looked down at him. His face was all serious like he wasn’t here to play. I opened my legs wider and his brown eyes dropped straight to my center. “Mmm,” he muttered. “Knew you had a pretty pussy.”
“She’s so wet, too,” I said, breath hitching.
“I see.” He licked his lips with no smile this time. Straight hunger was in his eyes. “Lemme taste.”
And then he dove in. His tongue hit my clit with pressure, flattening and dragging slowly like he had time but didn’t plan to waste it. I let out a shaky breath and leaned my head back, gripping the throw pillow behind me.
The first flick sent a jolt straight to my spine. “Fuuuck,” I whispered.
Ahmad wrapped his arms under my thighs and locked them in place, tongue working me in smooth, practiced strokes. He licked from bottom to top like he was tasting dessert, then circled my clit with just the tip of his tongue, tight and fast, then sucked it with pressure that made my hips jerk.
I tried to close my legs. He growled and pushed them back open. “Nah, let me eat this mahfucka. Keep ‘em open, mamas.”
His voice and that grip had me melting. Every flick of Ahmad’s tongue was controlled. No messy, unsure movements. He knew exactly how to make me squirm. And when he slid two fingers in, curling them upward, stroking that one damn spot like he had it bookmarked, I lost it.
My moans escape loudly. “Don’t stop,” I said, breathless. “Shitttt,” I moaned. “Ahamd, fuck… yessss…”
“Mm-hmm,” he said against my clit. “Stay right there. Lemme feel you shake.”
I didn’t just shake. I exploded. My orgasm slammed through me hard and fast, thighs trembling, back arching, toes curling. I clutched the cushion with one hand and his head with the other. He stayed down there the whole time. Eating. Sucking. Fingering. Making sure I didn’t come down from it too fast.
I was still gasping when he slid his fingers out and licked me even lower as his tongue teased the crease between my pussy and ass.
He looked up at me. “You good?” I nodded. “You want me to stop?”
I shook my head. “No. Keep going.”
That’s all he needed. He licked lower. Slower. Then he spread me just slightly and ran his tongue around my ass like he’d done it before. No shame. No hesitation. Like it was part of the meal.
My hips bucked. “Oh my god…”
Ahmad moaned like he was enjoying himself. That shit was a turn on. He didn’t speak right away. He just kept eating pussy and ass, switching between them, teasing me with his tongue and his fingers, wet noises filling the room over the quiet music and my ragged breathing.
“Yeah… let me see that shit open like that,” he growled. “You so damn wet.”
“Please,” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for.
He didn’t ask what I meant. He just doubled down. Sucked my clit, two fingers stroking me deep again. “You feel that? Right there?”
“Yes,” I cried. “That’s it. Don’t stop, please don’t…”
“You gon’ cum again,” he said. “Don’t fight it.”
I came again. Louder. Wetter. Harder. My thighs clenched, but he didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. He stayed down there licking me through the whole thing, letting me ride his mouth like it belonged to me. He only pulled back when I tried to close my legs for real.
“You done?” he asked, wiping his beard.
I was shaking. Sweat on my chest. My voice cracked. “Not even close.”
He smirked and stood up slowly, staring down at me like he’d barely started. And from the way his print was bulging through his gray sweats? I knew I was in for a time tonight.
T a e l y n w a s l a i d back on the couch, robe open, thighs wet and trembling, chest rising like she’d just run a mile barefoot.
I stood up slowly, wiping my beard while I watched her try to catch her breath. That glow between her legs looked slippery, like it needed to come with a warning label. She sat up, eyes locked on mine, and ran her fingers down the center of her stomach like she needed to cool herself down.
Then she smirked and grabbed me by the hoodie. “Come on,” she said, voice low and thick. “You ate this pussy like you were starving. Now I wanna return the favor.”
She didn’t wait for a reply. She just pulled me like she owned me and I let her. I walked behind her, watching that ass bounce, robe swinging, thighs glistening. My dick was already on ten, pressing hard against my sweats. She pushed her bedroom door open, then pushed me back onto the bed like she was the one in charge. I loved that shit.
She pulled my hoodie over my head. Her hands moved fast, mouth hungry. She kissed me, tongue first, deep like she wanted to taste herself on my lips. Then she dropped to her knees, and my chest tightened. She reached for the hem of my sweats and pulled them down, eyes never leaving mine.
I smirked when her lips parted a little as my dick sprang free once my boxer briefs were pulled down. I was cocky about my shit, and I had every right to be. “Damn,” she muttered. “You sure they don’t call you the pussy destroyer?”
I laughed. “Pussy monster, mamas. Go ‘head and see what it’s ‘bout.”
She licked her lips like it was her favorite meal. “I sure will.” Gripping the base with one hand, her acrylic nails looked good wrapped around my shit. She ran her tongue from the tip down the length so slowly it made me groan deep in my chest.
“Fuuuck…” I grunted. She looked up at me with those pretty ass eyes, then wrapped her lips around the head and eased down with control. Taelyn applied the perfect pressure while she sucked like she knew the blueprint to giving head. Tongue swirling. Throat opening. I threw my head back. “Shit, Tae… that’s how you feelin’?”
“I’ve never seen a dick this beautiful in real life,” she moaned around it, hand twisting at the base while she sucked, all sloppy but focused, just how I liked it. “Thick, long enough to make me question my own walls, and smooth with just the right curve. Mmm.”
I looked down and watched my dick disappear between her lips, veins bulging along the sides, her head bobbing faster now, spit dripping down her chin. My hand slid to the back of her head. “Just like that,” I murmured. “Don’t stop. Take all that shit.”
She took more. Deeper. Faster. Her other hand slid down to cup my balls, and my hips damn near bucked up. I gritted my teeth and let out a low growl, fighting the urge to nut right then and there. Her mouth felt like heaven, and the way she moaned while doing it had me losing my breath type shit.
“Fuck, Tae,” I groaned. “You tryna take my soul?”
She pulled off with a pop, spit stringing from her lips to my tip, eyes glazed with lust. “I’m just having fun.”
I laughed through a groan. “Nah. You tryna outdo me. I’ma win though.”
“We’ll see. Lay back,” she said, standing and crawling on the bed, straddling me again. “Let me ride this big, beautiful dick.”
I leaned back against the headboard, both hands behind my head, letting her take control. She looked down at me, sliding her lace panties to the side, and when she reached between us and guided me in… fuck. Taelyn was tight, warm and wet as hell. The kind of wet that made you close your eyes for a second just to focus. She sank down, mouth falling open as she adjusted to all of me.
“Goddamn.” My jaw clenched.
“You feel so fucking good,” she whispered.
I grabbed her hips and helped her grind down until her ass touched my thighs. She started moving instantly, rocking her hips in slow circles, clenching around me like she knew exactly what she was doing.
I didn’t talk at first. I just watched the way her stomach rippled every time she rolled her hips. I watched her reach back and slap her own ass. I watched her ride me like she had something to prove. Then I sat up and buried my face between her titties, kissing, biting, groaning against her skin.
“That’s how you ride dick?” I muttered, licking her nipple. “You tryna show out?”
She grabbed my jaw and kissed me hard, tongue wild, lips greedy. “I don’t usually ride dick,” she said, breathless. “But something about yours made me wanna get on it.” She bounced harder, faster, hands on my chest, moaning loud as fuck now. Wet slaps filled the room as her name slipped out of my mouth every time she dropped down on me like that shit was hers. “I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, grinding harder.
I gripped her ass with both hands. “Do it.”
She leaned back and rode me faster, hair falling over her shoulders, ass clapping down on my thighs with every stroke. Her body started trembling again. That same twitch I felt on the couch came back strong.
“Don’t stop,” I growled. “Ride that shit out.”
She screamed. Her legs shook, pussy squeezing me like it didn’t wanna let go. Her orgasm hit hard, but she kept riding, whimpering now, voice broken and breathless. That shit pushed me over the edge. I grabbed her waist, planted my feet, and fucked up into her while she was still cumming. I stroked deep and fast, nut about to spill.
“Climb off and open yo’ mouth.”
Like a freak, she did as I said, climbing off me and leaning her head back. Mouth wide open. I nutted hard, teeth gritted, groaning through every stroke like I was losing my damn mind.
“Shitttt,” I growled, watching her swallow every drop. “Damn, Tae…” She wiped her lips, breathing heavy as hell. I shook my head and kissed her shoulder, voice low. “You a big ol’ freak, huh?”
She nodded slowly. “Maybe.”
M y b o d y w a s still pulsing when I swallowed every drop of his cum. Sweat slicked my skin, thighs trembling, pussy still twitching from how hard I’d just cum riding him. My robe hung off one shoulder with his chain imprinted on my chest, and my heart beat in my ears like I ran a damn marathon.
Ahmad grinned, lying back against my pillows with his arms behind his head, thick dick still wet and half hard between his legs. “You good?” he asked, voice all low and smug.
I nodded. “Yeah…”
He tilted his head. “That don’t sound like confidence. You tappin’ out already?”
I narrowed my eyes and sat up straighter. “Tired and tapping out are two different things.”
“Aight then.” He sat up slowly, abs flexing, muscles tense. “Bend that ass over this bench.”
He stood up, and I joined him at the foot of the bed, climbing onto the black and gold bench. With my knees on the bench, I lay on the bed and arched my back. He grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezed, spread me open, and let out a deep groan behind me.
“Still so fuckin’ wet,” he muttered. “Shit looks like it’s beggin’ for this dick.”
“She is,” I shot back, arching my back on purpose.
That’s all he needed. I felt the thick head of his dick slide through my folds, slow and teasing, spreading that wetness. I braced myself, but nothing could’ve prepared me for how he slid in this time. Deep. All the way. Just a straight stroke that made me scream into the mattress.
“Ahmad, fuck!”
“Uh-huh,” he grunted, holding my hips steady. “Take this shit.”
He pulled out slowly and slammed back in, harder. I threw it back on him out of reflex, moaning loudly as the bench creaked beneath us. His grip on my waist tightened as he picked up the pace with deep, rough backshots, smacking against my ass with every thrust. Wet sounds filled the room. Slaps. Skin. Moans. The music was long forgotten. This was the rhythm now.
“Fuck that silicone shit,” he growled, leaning over me, dick still buried deep. “I got what you need, mamas.”
I moaned and pushed back, clapping my ass against him. “Make me cum hard.”
He pulled my hair, wrapped it around his hand, and fucked into me harder. “I gotchu.” His stroke game was vicious, like he was proving a point with every thrust. Each one hit deep, dragging over that one spot that made me gasp and reach for anything stable. I bit the sheets as he kept going. “Damn, mamas,” he muttered behind me. “You creamin’ all over this dick.”
“I knowwww,” I moaned. “Fuck this puusssyyyy…”
He grabbed a handful of my ass and smacked it hard, the sting making me moan again. Then his hand slid lower, fingers pressing into my clit while he kept stroking. That was it. My body jerked as the orgasm hit me hard, fast, and uncontrollably. My knees buckled, and I almost collapsed, but he caught me, held me up by the hips, and kept fucking me through it.
“Stay up,” he growled. “Don’t run.”
“I’m not,” I gasped. “I’m not… I’m just… fuuuccckkkk…”
“Yeah. That’s it. Let that shit out.” I squirted, pushing his dick out and it sprayed down my thigh, onto his stomach, his dick, the damn bench. I cried out, loud, breathless, trembling as the waves kept rolling through me. “Goddamn,” he groaned. “You a bad bitch.”
Ahmad didn’t stop. He switched angles, one foot on the floor, one foot on the bench, and slid back inside me. He drilled into me so fast and deep it made my toes curl. “Ooohhh, fuucckkk! Shiiittt!”
“You want me to stop?” he asked, voice a little breathless now.
“Hell no,” I panted. “Nut in this pussy. Fill me up.”
His growl came from deep in his chest. “Yo’ ass better be on birth control.”
The strokes got heavier. Slower. His grip on my hips got tighter. I felt his whole body tense behind me. Then his groan got loud, and I felt him explode inside me. Warm. Thick. All of it. He grunted through every twitch of his dick, still grinding slowly while he spilled it all. I moaned again just from the feeling of being filled up like that. We stayed there like that for a minute with his chest against my back. Sweat dripping onto my skin. Our breathing loud, uneven, ragged.
He slid out slowly and I felt every inch drag along my walls before he pulled free, and then it happened. That warm, wet mix of both of us dripped out of me thick and messy. I groaned into the sheets, thighs twitching as it leaked down the inside of my leg and onto the damn bench cushion. He smoothed his hand down my back, then smacked my ass once.
“Damn,” he said behind me. His voice was low and rough. He was damn near out of breath. “You gon’ have to throw this bench away.”
I laughed into the sheets, still breathless. “You better buy me a new one.”
“I gotchu.” He leaned over, kissed the dip in my back. Then, he helped me off the bench and guided me toward the bed. We collapsed on the mattress, bodies sticky, limbs tangled, both of us too tired to care.
T h e f i r s t t h i n g I realized when I woke up was that I was still in Taelyn’s bed. I was naked in a stranger’s bed with a limp dick and no regrets.
I blinked my eyes, adjusting to the sunlight as I laid on my back with one arm stretched across her waist, and the sheets twisted around my leg. My body felt heavy, but I wasn’t mad at it. Last night was fun as fuck. I had never done no shit like that before, but it is what it is. You only live once.
I turned my head to see Taelyn still asleep, faced away from me. One leg cocked out, one arm under her pillow, her ass sticking out just enough to make me rethink my whole morning. The sheets was halfway over her body, twisted up. She looked pretty as fuck even with her hair all wild and shit.
I stared at it, then put my phone back on the nightstand. “Man… fuck them deliveries right now.”
I could be out there hauling snacks and condoms for people too lazy to drive, or I could stay here and eat the pussy that made me forget to pull out last night. Easy choice.
I sat up and rubbed my face. My mouth tasted like tequila and sins, so I got up, stretched, and walked to the bathroom. Taelyn’s apartment still smelled good, and I really noticed how clean and organized the shit was. She wasn’t just a freak in the bedroom. Her ass was a neat freak, too. I loved that shit.
After I pissed and washed my hands, I grabbed the mouthwash sitting on her sink, swished hard, and spat. Then I rinsed with water, looked at myself in the mirror, and smirked. I cut the light off and walked back to the bedroom, watching her body before I even made it to the bed.
She moved a little, on her back now with one leg bent, pussy was on display. I knelt on the bed slowly. I leaned in close and kissed her inner thigh, softly. Again. A little higher. Then, finally, let my tongue slide between her folds, long and slow, just to wake her up with pressure. She twitched but didn’t move.
I licked again. Still slow. Still teasing. I blew cool air on her pussy, then ran my tongue up and over her clit and let it sit there, with gentle pressure. She stirred. A soft, sleepy moan slipped out of her. The kind that came from somewhere deep. Her hips lifted slightly, and I took that as permission.
I opened her wider with both hands, leaned in deeper, and sucked her clit like I missed it. She moaned louder this time, still half asleep. “Ahmad…”
I didn’t answer. I just kept eating, my beard already soaked. I flattened my tongue and moved it in slow circles, then switched to tight, focused flicks.
She squirmed. “Damn… fuck,” she groaned, gripping the sheets.
I pulled back slightly, tongue still working her clit, and said against her, “Wake up, mamas. I need you to cum all over my beard real quick.”
Her hand reached back, fingers cupping the back of my head. “You nasty as hell…”
I smiled. “You like it.”
I slid two fingers in, curling them immediately, hitting that spot like I had GPS. She gasped. Her body lifted off the bed like she couldn’t decide whether to run or collapse.
“Ahmad, shit, wait… fuuuckkk…”
“Uh uh,” I said, fingers stroking slow and deep, tongue flicking faster. “You not goin’ nowhere. Give me that shit.”
She was shaking now and moaning loud as fuck with her breath all ragged. I stayed locked in. Suction tight. Fingers curling. “Fuuuck… I’m gonna cum again…”
“Do it,” I growled. “Give me all that shit.”
Her whole body jerked. She came with a cry that turned into a damn whimper. Legs shaking. Back arched. That pussy pulsing around my fingers while I licked every last twitch out of her. I kissed her pussy one last time, then licked my lips as I laid back down beside her.
She turned her head and looked at me with that half-pissed, half-ruined expression. “Ahmad…”
“Hmm?”
“You’re dangerous.”
I smiled. “You sayin’ that like you don’t want round three.”
She laid there for a second, leg draped over me, her pussy still twitching against my thigh. Sweat glistened on her back and shoulders. I just watched her breathe all slow and heavy, lips parted, edges all fuzzy.
“Ten minutes and a banana,” she mumbled again, voice muffled against my chest. “Maybe some water too. You’re tryna kill me.”
I grinned, rubbing her lower back with one hand. “Nah, just tryna make sure I leave an impression on that pussy.”
She snorted and sat up slowly, cheeks flushed, robe hanging off her again like it was hanging on for dear life. Her ass jiggled as she stood, and I bit my lip as she stretched, yawned, then walked out of the bedroom like she wasn’t still leaking all over the damn place.
I laid back, hands behind my head, still catching my breath. The whole room smelled like sex. I closed my eyes for a second. The next thing I heard was knocking on her door, and I sat up instantly, eyebrows raised. The knocks came again, and I heard her footsteps pause down the hall. Then I heard a nigga’s voice all muffled but clear enough to make my chest tighten just a little.
“Hey, baby.”
I sat all the way up now. Then I stood up, pulled on my boxer briefs, and rolled my neck once as I looked toward the bedroom door. I wasn’t the jealous type and Taelyn wasn’t my woman. But I wasn’t stupid either. Who the fuck was that calling her baby with her pussy juices still on my lips?
M y l e g s w e r e still a little shaky when I made it to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet with a sigh, thighs wide, robe hanging open, body sore in the best way. My pussy felt like it had been through war and lost, but I couldn’t stop smirking.
Ahmad was different. A menace with a third leg. Pussy monster for real. He was younger than me, I could tell. But the way he moved, the way he talked me through every orgasm like he’d studied my body in a past life? I wasn’t even mad at the YN or the fact that I never opened my package. I had the real dick delivered, and whew… did he deliver.
I peed, wiped, then washed my hands. That deep stroke he hit me with bent over the bench had my whole lower half feeling a way. I brushed my teeth with one hand against the sink, still replaying the way he told me to “stay up” while he was fucking me through a leg tremble.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the counter, twisting the stem off with a smile on my face. Then, I reached for a bottle of water because hydration was essential. Especially after getting my pussy devoured, swallowed, and spit-shined before 9 a.m.
I leaned against the counter, took a bite of banana, and let the cold water chase it down. I was just about to tiptoe back to the bedroom when knocks came at my door. I paused mid-sip because I wasn’t expecting anybody. I grabbed the hem of my robe and tied it tighter around my waist, then went to look through the peephole. My stomach dropped, then flipped, before I rolled my eyes.
“This one…”
I pulled the door open halfway and leaned my hip against the frame, eyes narrowed. Standing there, with flowers in one hand and a stupid ass smile on his face, was Travis.
“Hey, baby,” he said, eyes roaming over me. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”
I crossed my arms, robe shifting with the motion. “You got me fucked up, showing up unannounced.”
He held the flowers out like they fixed anything. “I know, I know. I just… I felt bad about last night. Shit got complicated but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Complicated?” I scoffed. “You canceled. That’s not complicated.”
He frowned. “Come on, don’t do that. I didn’t want to stand you up.”
“But you did.”
“Tae…”
“You missed your window,” I snapped, voice low but sharp. “I was hot and ready to go, and somebody else slid through. And he didn’t come with excuses.”
Travis’s head tilted. “You serious?”
“You missed out, and truthfully, we should just end… whatever this is. Go home to your wife, Travis.”
He blinked, adjusting his stance like he was trying to wrap his ego around it. “So what, you’re letting random dudes in your crib now?”
“Funny,” I said with a laugh. “That’s bold coming from a married man.”
“The ring never seemed to bother you before.”
“Maybe because I’ve barely seen you wear it.”
Right then, I heard the bedroom door creak open. I glanced back to see Ahmad, shirtless, wearing boxer briefs. Fine as fuck with his chains resting against his chest. He stretched like he wasn’t bothered, then leaned against the hallway wall with that cocky smirk I was starting to like too much.
“Everything good, mamas?” he asked, voice deep and still raspy from sleep. “You get lost on the way back?”
Lord, have mercy.
Travis scoffed. “Who the fuck is this, Taelyn?”
Ahmad glanced at him like he was sizing up a problem too small to stress about. “I’m Ahmad, lil’ buddy. Tae’s friend.”
I damn near choked trying not to laugh. Meanwhile, Travis looked at me like he’d just been punched in the gut. “You let him…”
“I let him do everything you were supposed to do and more,” I said with a smile. “And he didn’t have to lie to a whole wife to do it.”
Ahmad walked over casually, BDE dripping, big pressure, and slid his arm around my neck from the side. He kissed my cheek once, slow and firm, then whispered in my ear, “Hurry back. I still owe you another nut.” Then he smacked my ass and walked off all calm and unbothered.
I turned back to the married one and smiled sweetly. “You can keep the flowers. Put them on your wife’s nightstand.”
And with that, I shut the door in Travis’s face. I stood at the door for a second after I closed it, lips pressed together, pulse still jumping from the little scene that just played out. The audacity.
I turned around, finished my banana and water, and tossed the remains. Then, I walked back down the hall and leaned against the doorway to the bedroom. He was stretched out across my bed like he owned it. He had his hands behind his head with one leg up, chest out, and that dick starting to stiffen again in his boxer briefs like it was responding to my energy.
“Handled yo’ lil’ situation?” he asked, eyes half-lidded.
I nodded. “Yep. Sent him back to his wife with blue balls and a bouquet.”
Ahmad smirked. “That’s cold.”
“It’s honest,” I said. “He had a chance. You took it.”
“Nah,” he said, sitting up, arms flexing. “I ain’t take shit. You gave it to me. That’s the difference. Besides, you shouldn’t be out here lettin’ married niggas fuck on you.”
I licked my lips. “Yeah. Just young ones named the pussy monster, huh?”
“How young you think I am?”
“If I had to guess… twenty-five.”
He smirked, reaching for me as I climbed onto the bed and straddled him slowly. “Close enough. Twenty-six.”
“Hmm. Five years apart,” I leaned in to whisper in his ear. “You handle me well.”
“Built for it.”
“But now I need you clean.”
He raised a brow. “You tryna bathe me?”
“I’m tryna taste you again,” I murmured. “But I want you fresh out of the shower when I do.”
He sat up fully, grabbing my ass in both hands. “Lead the way then.”
We made our way to the bathroom with Ahmad trailing behind me, hands grazing my hips, dick already thick again against my backside. I turned on the water, steam filling the space in seconds, and stepped in after removing my robe and lingerie. I let the heat run over my body while I reached for my body wash. He stepped in behind me, that warm, hard body pressing into mine.
I passed him the loofah. “Wash my back.”
He chuckled low. “I’ll wash anything you ask me to.”
And he did. Hands slick with soap, he moved slowly, dragging the loofah down my back, over my ass, around to my thighs. His fingers slipped between my legs, teasing my pussy just enough to make me lean forward, chest pressing to the wet tile.
“Damn,” he muttered behind me. “Yo’ pussy stay wet, huh?”
I looked over my shoulder. “You tryna find out or keep guessing?”
That made him grin. But before he could flex, I dropped to my knees. Warm water ran over both of us as I reached up, gripping that thick dick. “You tryna earn a title or somethin’?” he asked, voice deep as hell.
I looked up at him. “I just like this whole competitive vibe we have.”
I gripped the base and licked from tip to root, watching his face the whole time. His jaw tightened, one hand landing on the back of my head. I took him slow at first, tongue swirling, lips wrapping tight as I started bobbing my head. The water hit my back, steam rising, his deep groans echoing off the tile.
“Fuuuck…” he grunted. “You tryna suck the life outta me.”
I moaned around him and went deeper. His hips jerked just slightly. I pulled back, spit trailing from my lips to his tip, and stroked him while I caught my breath. “Are you trembling already?”
He grabbed my jaw, pulled me up, and kissed me like I was his. Then he spun me around, gripped my ass, and lifted me like it was nothing. “You wanna talk shit? Let me show you somethin’.”
He stepped out of the shower and pulled me with him, instantly bending me forward against the bathroom sink. Back arched, ass up, titties pressed to the cool counter. My eyes locked on his in the foggy mirror. His fingers spread me from behind, and he leaned in close, breathing against my ear.
“You know what I see?” he asked, voice low and full of heat. “I see a pussy that loves bein’ fucked.” I whimpered. “You already drippin and I haven’t even slipped inside this mahfucka yet.” He lowered himself, sliding his tongue from my ass crack to my throbbing pussy.
“Oh God…” I moaned, lashes filtering. Then, Ahmad slid in deep with one stroke, and my mouth flew open as I gripped the counter, tightening. “Ahmad… fuck!”
“That’s what you needed, right?” he groaned, picking up the pace. “Real dick. Real pressure. Not no sneaky link, no silicone dick. A real nigga.”
His hips slapped into my ass, hard and wet, filling the whole bathroom with filthy sounds. The counter creaked. His fingers dug into my waist. I looked at us in the foggy mirror—his body behind mine, dick stroking deep, my face twisted in pure pleasure.
“Fuck me back, mamas,” he growled. “Show me what you got.”
I met every stroke with the same force, ass clapping, water dripping off both of us, my moans turning into damn near screams. “This dick… ohhh, fuuckkk…”
“I know, Tae,” he groaned, tilting his head back as he plunged into me. “Fuck.”
“I’m gonna… oooohhhh, shit, I’m…”
“I feel it,” he said, biting my shoulder. “Let go, mamas. Cream on this dick.”
My body shook and my legs almost gave out as I came all over his dick. He held me up, kept stroking, chasing his nut with deep, hard strokes that made my vision blur. Then he grunted deep in his chest, cursed low, and nutted inside me again. He stayed there for a minute. Both of us bent over the counter, breathing hard, skin wet, mirror fogged, floor slippery.
When he pulled out, I whimpered, and he laughed. “Ahmad,” I said, catching my breath. “If I can’t walk on Monday, I’m calling out of work and blaming you.”
He kissed my shoulder, still out of breath. “Good. Let ‘em know I do deliveries.” He kissed my neck, lips warm, breath thick against my skin. “Special deliveries,” he added, palm sliding slowly over my ass.
I laughed, still folded over the counter, muscles aching, knees weak. “You’re really proud of yourself, huh?”
“Shit, I’m proud of you,” he said, stepping back to grab a towel. “You kept up better than I thought.”
I stood up on shaky legs and walked back towards the shower, eyebrow raised. “Better than you thought?”
He looked me up and down, smirked. “Aight. You showed out. I’ll admit it.”
I smiled back, still catching my breath. “Don’t play with me, Ahmad. I’ll have you back in that bed for round four.”
He licked his lips. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
I paused, then turned to face him. “You wanna do this again sometime?”
“Just say when.”
I shrugged. “Maybe… Valentine’s Day? Hold the flowers and just bring the chocolate dick.”
He smirked as I bit my lip, pulse ticking up again. “Bet.”
As we showered again and continued talking shit about who made the ugliest sex faces, all I could think about was riding his face first next time. Fine ass. Yeah, next time we were going to make a movie… literally.
