Confessions of a Material Gurl・❥・

☆ FIFTY ☆

Tuesday night ・❥・
2:55am

Soon the night came to an end and as everyone was deciding on the next plot for the night, Grey looked at at clearly tired Blanche and decided it was time to take her home. Carrying her into her apartment, Grey made his way to her bedroom. Blanche gazingly stared at Grey, stroking his cheek before he laid her down on the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. She raised from the bed, walking over to her dresser and changing out of her clothes, then going back to lay down in her bed. Grey enters her room, stripping out down to his boxers and making himself comfortable on her futon couch, that was placed in front of her bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Going to sleep, ma." Grey answered plainly and she smacked her lips in response.
"Really Grey?" She nagged but he ignored her, "I know you hear me, nigga." She frustratedly yelled, throwing a pillow at him. Grey chuckled, tossing the pillow to the side.
"Chill out B." He dismissively stated.
"What happened to dropping it?" She questioned, sitting up. Blanche was annoyed and sexually frustrated on top of everything. It been over a week since Grey dicked her down and she was in dire need to feel him inside of her.
"I did."
"Obviously not if you're sleeping on the couch." She rebutted. Even though Grey told her he would drop it, he just couldn't. There was this nagging part inside of him that wanted to know the truth about her and Juice's relationship, but Grey also knew how much Blanche avoided telling the truth, so he was unsure of his next move with her. He loved her but wasn't sure if he could trust her and trust was everything with him.
"B, drop it. It's late." He tiredly responded as Blanche plopped back down on her bed. Yeah she heard what Grey was saying but she wasn't taking no for answer. She never liked hearing no and wasn't particularly fond of hearing that come from Grey's mouth. Plus when she wanted something, she went after it, no matter who the consequences effected and right now she wanted Grey, badly. Nothing was stopping her from that.
      Reaching into her nightstand, Blanche grabs her bullet vibrator before sliding off her panties and kicking back the sheets. Propping herself up on the pillows, she spreads her legs, and clicking the vibrator on. She slides it between her already soaked lower lips, massaging her nipple with her free hand. Hearing the commotion, Grey opens his eyes, glancing over at Blanche spread out on the bed. His dick gets hard at the sight in front of him as he adjusts himself in his boxers. Grey wanted to resist, but Blanche wasn't playing fair and the sounds of her vibrator swirling around in her gooey center, enticed him. Grey hops over the back of couch, positioning himself between her legs, releasing his pole from his boxers. Blanche's eyes open feeling Grey climb onto the bed and lock their gaze as he strokes his dick. Blanche slowly slides the vibrator up and down her slit, as her eyes encouraged him on.
         Feeling her walls contract, she moans softly, bitting into her bottom lip as her juices squirt out. Blanche pulls back the vibrator, but Grey stops her taking it from her hand and placing it on her clit before sliding his dick between her slit.
"Fuck Grey." She yells out in ecstasy of the sensory overload feeling herself reaching her peak again. Gripping the sheets, Blanche cums hard as the enlarged tip of his dick spreads her juices around. Blanche grips him by the neck pulling him down to her and wrapping her legs around his back before sloppily kissing him as they savagely tongue each other down.
"You just couldn't accept the no huh, ma?" Grey pressed, aggressively pulling her by the hair and biting her on the neck as Blanche's entire body shudders from the gesture.
"I didn't force you. You choose to join in." Blanche tantalizing replies, reaching for his member.
"And you know what you were doin'."
"I was horny. Can you blame me?" Grey chuckles in disbelief, shaking his head as he glances down, watching Blanche position herself on her knees in front of him.
"What you doin' ma?"
"Making it up to you." Blanche says, before slowly taking him in her mouth. His head fell back, relishing in the feel of her warm mouth around his dick. He may have been angry with her, but as Blanche skillfully sucked his dick, she melted his anger away. Grey was officially deading the issue, but his antennas were now on his alert for any suspicions of Blanche being untruthful.