ARE YOU FREAKY DEAKY BOOK II

7. Ain't Happening

Despite my better judgment I wanted him so bad. But I didn't wanna give him the impression that Miami Girls were easy. Easy to piss off butnot easy to bed like sheets clinging to a mattress.
Buy them a dress and drive them around like your name was Miss Daisy and viola! Instant Pussy Access.

Ain't happening.

He showed me around his place.

Definitely a reflection of him. He loved to run his mouth, that was for sure.

I wanted to put my nookie on his lips and tell him to shut the fuck up and
sniff.

He lived on the tenth floor. I stood out on the balcony and looked at Manhattan. Gorgeous.

The sounds of the horns blowing relaxed me, but my booty hole was tingling something fierce.

The people talking were mind boggling. The air blowing and the tree branches rustling created tranquility in my head. Peace.

"Melissa." I closed my eyes at the sensual sound of his heavily smoky masculine voice.

Going back into the apartment I froze when I seen him lying on his couch, naked, with whipped cream spread all over his dick and hips.

His nipples were mouth watering. His feet were gorgeous. He looked like a Tyson Beckford pin-up.

There was some strawberry cheesecake on the low table. Every blind and curtain was closed, keeping out the rest of the fading sunlight; and a few candles were lit.

Soft jazz played. I thought it was Letoya. Winston Marsalis, I knew his material.

I was nailed to the floor.

"Sup baby."

Black paintings were all around him. "Hi." I couldn't speak. I couldn't find the words. I walked over to him and towered over him, looking into his beautiful eyes, invitingly gorgeous eyes that dared me.

"No pussy, my Niggah. I don't know you like that."

He played around with his nipple.

Smiling.

"Get to know me like that."

He made his dick jumped and I quivered.

I was getting weaker by the second.

"No."

"Suck the whip cream off my dick."

"Hell, yea...I meant, no, hell no, Niggah."

"Come on, baby. Hold out your tongue."

I did. Wondering what he was up to. He rubbed his finger on his asshole, took some pre-cum from the tip of his dick and some whip cream and he stood up, pulling out my left titty and rubbed it all over my nipple.

He lay back down.

He said easily, "Suck it off your nipple, baby. Damn get freaky for me."

I cupped my breast, pulling it up to my lips. I ran my tongue all over his essence and the whip cream, swallowing what exploded inside me once it touched my throat.

"Taste good, doesn't it?" he asked, looking boyishly handsome. I was on fire for real.

"Yea. But no pussy."

Reaching out, taking one of my legs, he pulled me to him, put his face under my dress and he stuck his tongue deep in my wet pussy, not moving his head, just the tongue, which was long and thick.

Gahdamn! I tried to force myself into a state of unwanted bliss, actually trying to go numb but I couldn't.

He squeezed my ass cheeks, a little painfully, and used those thick lips to torture my clitoris, which awakened with an aching it had never experienced and sent shivers up and down my spine.

He would do this for a long ass time. I stood there letting him rock the boat and work the middle with his experienced tongue like I was slow
dancing with an invisible man. I had to hold the arm of the chair to keep balance.

Damn he was hungry.

"Come on, Ma..." He kissed my pussy and lay his head back on the cushioned arm of his black leather sofa, like he hadn't even moved.

I went crazy.