Her Pleasure His Pain

PART ONE: MOUNTING PLEASURE

JUSTIN LEGACY, JR

Watching the game while she coated my dick with saliva wasn't my best idea. And now, after catching a glimpse of the only woman I've loved since high school, I was no longer in the mood to entertain this bitch with even a semi decent fuck. While she bounced back her sweaty, two toned cheeks, I stood there, bored as hell, contemplating how to get Sabryna Greggs back into my life.

"Oh God."

She moaned into the pillow while squirting like a sprinkler all over my sheets. Then nasty, just the way I like, she bathed her hand in the trickling trails of cum easing down her inner thighs before tasting herself, slurping on her cream coated fingers. That shit sounded good too, so good that it almost forced me back in the game. I had to groan as a distraction while leaning a little to the left to observe myself in the floor to ceiling mirror. That's when I acknowledged it, the unenthusiastic rocking of my hips in sync with her, loud, annoying as fuck petitions for more and how it all did nothing to excite me, not anymore.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming." She finally screamed, then quivered in my grip.

About damn time was the first thought that crossed my mind as I forced myself to tighten my clutch and grunt like she had just given me the best piece of kitty pie in the world. That shit was fire, most of the time. And even then, I desperately wanted to enjoy its warmth and tightness. But instead, I cringed as she shouted my name. I'm actually proud of the amount of random bitches who have done the same, and it's always nice to hear, but it has never been their screams and good pussy that I needed. It has always been...Bry's.

When my fuck buddy collapsed into a pool of perspiration, I slowly pulled out, then positioned myself along the side of my bed. Fanning and panting, she shouted, "Got-damn," through a mass of dampened hair masking her face, eventually asking, "What was that about?"

"That wasn't shit," was what I wanted to say. But hell, at least she had a good time. So, I shrugged while silently being impressed by the five star rating of my lackluster performance. Now that the deed was done, I was ready for her ass to go, that is, until I looked down.

"Fuck."

Gasping as she sprung upward, she asked. "What's wrong?"

"Where's the damn rubber?"

This bitch sucked her teeth, lay back, then shrugged.

"Where... the ... fuck... is the rubber, Mena." I asked again, this time while scrambling on the floor.

"Shit, how should I know? It's not where you put it?"

"If it was, do you think I'd be spazzing the fuck out right now? Get your ass up, and help me look for it."

Huffing, Mena hopped from the bed, then flapped the comforter in the air while complaining. "Stop yelling, damn. You're stressing me out."

"Do I look like I give a shit about your feelings? Shut the hell up, and help me find the damn rubber."

The moment she scrunched her face and groaned, a splat resonated throughout the bedroom. My fucking heart raced as I trekked around the foot of the bed in time to witness her pick up the missing condom from between her feet. Shaking her head, Mena rolled her eyes while shouting, "All that, and your ass barely came?"

Didn't she?

Shit... a win is a damn win in my book. But ya boy wasn't about to go out like that. I snatched that damn condom, tossed it into the trash, then bent her irritating ass back over the side of the bed while sliding on another. I knew it would be the last time I would force myself to be with her. So, I locked in like I was just two yards shy of the end zone. I tuned into the tempo of her moans, feeling the intensity of squirts each time I tried to give her ass scoliosis.