Trying To Maintain

S E V E N T E E N

Drill

"Got damn, baby," I hiss and resist the urge to slap him on the ass. He got me standing on the cell against the wall fucking me. Boot is on his tippy toes going back and forth on my dick like we having a conversation.

"Be quiet, nigga." He tells me through a moan, but doesn't slow up at all in his motion. He is beating his dick in sync with him rocking on my dick. His right hand is pinching and pulling at his own nipple.

Ever since we first started fucking last month, this nigga been damn near taking my shit. He feel like he got two dicks, mine and his. He come hop on my dick when he feel like fucking. I'm not complaining though. This shit here is like a little taste of the free world.

It's daylight hours, and we're trying to be real quick. He skipped breakfast and shit just so he could have me. Like my nigga J Dawg said "she made it up for me, she say she gon' eat dick, now that's love." He is a damn feign now. Who knew this is what a lil dick could do.

Boot hasn't even mentioned fucking me ever since I fucked him. He go from hounding me to let him fuck, and now, he don't want to. He want dick. All the time it seem like. He loves to ride it, or just being in control in any way that he can. Hence why my back is to the wall and he's using my dick like it's his personal toy.

He winds his hips while his ass is flush against my pelvis. This nigga is the rodeo king, I swear. I can't take him bitching me while he on my dick no more right now though. I wrap my right arm around his neck in a chokehold and go to work.

The hand he was using on his nipple comes back and grabs my ass to push me back in every time I retract my hips. His sounds are strained since I'm choking him, but me choking him makes him beat his dick faster and harder with his left hand. He still getting some type of oxygen in his lungs, he'll be alright. Though he won't admit it, he like when I can't take him teasing me no more and need to pound in him.

I don't give a fuck how loud this clapping sound is right now. This nigga's ass is lethal. Our door is closed and I hear people moving around this bitch talking, so we should be good anyway. His ass sound like when my grandmama used to make oatmeal and she put that carnation milk in. That wet, squishy sound that it makes when she stirred it. The sound makes me go harder. I groan in his ear rugged.

I'm close to nutting, and when I feel his muscles squeeze around my dick I shot it in him. He squeezed so tight I felt every muscle in him on every vein of my dick. His comes at the exact moment mine does. I guess it becomes too much for him because he tries to run from the dick while it's still jumping.

I wrap my other arm around his waist, "where the fuck you going, baby? It's almost over." I tell him jerking a little bit.

He shivers and almost collapsed. Good thing I'm holding him with both arms.

I don't care how much we fuck, I don't think it'll ever get old. I feel him tap the arm that's around his neck, so I slowly let him go. "You good?" I ask him, still holding him around the waist.

"Yeah," he says low breathing kind of hard. I slowly pull out of him making him hiss. "Why is it always so sensitive after the fact?" He asks sounding tired. I keep my hold around his waist while I guide him to the toilet. "I hate pushing this out. You need to start pulling out," he looks up at me with a scowl. He look sexy while doing it, so I don't know who he think he scaring.

"I'll be got damned," I shake my head at him. "Ain't no pulling out shit. Have you felt how good your ass is?" I ask him raising a brow. I get a towel and wet it with a little soap to wipe off my dick. Then I grab the sheet and hang it up so he can have his privacy to do what he got to do. I started calling him Booty because it's lethal. And like them brave hearts said hit where they doodie at make the booty fat. Boot been had some nice lil cakes back there, but now they look swoll.