Deep Throat Diva (25 page)

“Yesssss, damn it!”

He pushes his dick back in me, loosens his grip on my hips, then says, “Ride that shit then…” He braces his back up against the wall, and I do just that. I wrap my arms around his neck, lean back and wildly buck my hips, galloping up and down on his dick. He matches my rhythm with deep upward thrusts, driving his cock deeper inside me. I bounce up and down on his dick. We both let out loud groans and moans of pleasure, letting the other know we’re about to cum. Jasper’s dick swells inside of me and he relentlessly pounds in and out of me. “You wanna nut wit’ me, baby?”

“Uhh…uhhhhh…yes, I wanna nut all over this big-ass dick…”
He slaps me on the ass as I gallop faster and faster, grabbing and milking his shaft. I am cumming. He is cumming. We both let out another round of loud moans, then he explodes inside of me. And, as my body uncontrollably shakes, I splash all over his cock, juices gushing out everywhere.

With his dick still inside of me, we both slide down to the floor, sweaty and exhausted. But the freaky beast in me wants to pull his cock out of me and begin sucking my juices off, along with the juices around his balls before it dries up. But I don’t. I’m too weak to move. And so is Jasper. The only thing each of us is able to do is gaze into the other’s eyes. No words are needed. We kiss, savoring the hot, sweaty fuck session.

For the rest of the day, Jasper and I fuck. Make love. Fuck some more. On the floor, in the shower, on the counter, on the dining room table, across the sofa, in the laundry room, in the bedroom, we christen every part of the house, leaving the scent of sweat and a well-fucked pussy etched in the air.

After fucking all morning and most of the afternoon, it dawns on me that we haven’t eaten all day. I am downstairs in the kitchen preparing him something to eat. This is actually the first time I’ve cooked for Jasper since before he got locked up. As I’m slicing cucumbers and tomatoes for a garden salad, the house phone rings. I rinse my hands, then pick up the cordless on the counter. It’s Nana.

“Hey, Nana,” I say, placing the phone in the crook of my neck. I decide to put it on speaker instead so I can move about the kitchen more freely.

“Hey, baby doll.”

I smile. “How are you?”

“I am blessed and favored. God is good.”

I shake my head. “Yes, He is.”

“All the time,” she continues. “He keeps me wrapped in His grace and mercy.”

I roll my eyes up in my head, catching Jasper standing in the doorway bare-chested with a brown towel wrapped around his waist. He grins. “I know, Nana.”

“I just got off the phone with pastor. I reserved the church for the wedding.”

Jasper shakes his head no, making slicing gestures across his throat with his hand to dead that idea. I wave him on. “Church? Umm, Nana…listen, Jasper and I aren’t having a church ceremony.” Jasper snickers. I roll my eyes at him. I can imagine her bucking her eyes, adjusting her rimmed glasses at that. “We’re planning a garden wedding.”

“A garden wedding? What in the world? You young people today…”

Jasper drops his towel and starts playing with his dick. I stare at him; watch him pleasure himself, feeling myself becoming flustered. “Ummm, Nana…I have to go. Can I call you later, please?”

“Go on, baby,” she says. And before she can say another word, I hang up on her. I stare at Jasper, raising my eyebrows, grinning. “Why you come down here like that?” I ask, pointing at his nakedness.

“I’m hungry,” he says, licking his lips.

I walk over to the oven and open it, checking on the salmon. “Well, the fish is almost ready. You’ll be able to eat in a few.”

He walks up on me, grabbing me by the waist. “That’s not what I’m hungry for.”

I smile. “Then what you hungry for?” I ask, coyly.

He kisses me, softly at first, then more passionately. He grabs my ass over my silk robe, presses me up against his growing cock.
“You,” he states, dropping to his knees. I untie my robe, slide it off my shoulders, and let it fall to the kitchen floor.

“Then eat me,” I softly say, parting my legs. I toss my head back and moan the minute he mounts his mouth over my clit and greedily sucks on it until my juices splash against his tongue and all over his face.

After Jasper finishes snacking on me, then eating the lunch I’ve prepared for him, he goes downstairs in the basement to watch the sports channel on the Sony 52-inch flat screen that I hardly ever watch, or turn on for that matter. I leave him down there, yapping on the phone with Monty, talking sports lingo that’s way over my head and of no interest to me.

I go upstairs, run myself a hot bath, then slowly slink my body down into the steamy, fragrant-filled water. I lean my head back and close my eyes, remembering when it all began.

“So dig. This sexy bitch had her hot mouth mounted ’round my dick ’n shit. Nah, son…I ain’t do shit. I lay back and let her nasty-ass take control, feel me? Hell yeah, the bitch had me feelin’ right. She licked ’round the head, then kissed my shit before runnin’ her tongue up ’n down the right side, then the left side of it. Then my whole dick disappeared in her mouth. She downed
nine
, son, like a champ. Yo, word is bond, son. She’s a dick-suckin’ machine. Nonstop suckin’, man. …Yeah, man…She cupped my balls, then started squeezin’ them shits. Had a muhfucka moanin’ like a real bitch, son. Nah, real talk, baby boy. You know how I do it, yo. When you ever know me to front on some broad wettin’ this dick? Exactly, son. So, you know what it is. Yeah, son…she knows how to yank them muhfuckas wit’out tryna rip ’em off a muhfucka, feel me. Had a nigga’s toes curlin’, son. Man, listen…this bitch is the truth, son.…Nah, nigga…I met her online…You remember that site I was tellin’ you ’bout? Word is
bond, my nigga… that shit’s live. Hell, yeah, son…they freakier than them bitches on MySpace and BlackPlanet put together…. Nah, she ain’t ugly. The bitch is fiiyah, son. Bangin’ body, the works…”

I stood in the bathroom of the seedy motel I was in, with the door cracked, listening to how the nigga I had just finishing sucking off was on his cell with one of his boys, bragging on my skills. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked, with his back toward the bathroom door.

Truth be told. A part of me wanted to be pissed that he couldn’t keep his trap shut. I had to remind myself that he was young—twenty-three, to be exact. However, there was this other part of me that was flattered that he couldn’t wait to get on the phone to let his boys know the good dick sucking he’d been blessed with. He had been the chosen one for the night out of the twenty or so email responses I had gotten that night. And he was the youngest out of the responses. Still, I liked his stats, and he had a pretty golden brown dick that looked made for all-night sucking.

He was one of them thuggish, tree-smoking roughnecks who wore his sagging jeans practically around his knees—showing off his designer boxers and ass—instead of up on his waist where they belonged. And he wore his hair in neatly braided cornrows and had a fresh edge up and trimmed mustache. He was young and sexy with a hard, horny dick. I let him finger my pussy while I dusted him off. Then when the nigga asked to eat my pussy I knew right then that I was going to give him another round of tongue and throat. So the fact that he was on the phone excitedly sharing what I’d done to him was to be expected.

I smiled as I listened for a few seconds more before stepping back into the room. I cleared my throat so he knew I was back. He glanced over at me, quickly telling whoever he had on the line that he had to bounce.

I guess I surprised him when I walked over to him, then pushed him back on the bed and took his dick into my mouth and sucked it back to life. Slowly, I started inchin’ his dick into my mouth, then down into my throat. I gurgled and gulped his dick until his toes started to open and close, then I pulled his cock from out of my mouth and spit all over it, before popping it back in my mouth and rapidly sucking it; making loud popping sounds.

“Damn…oh, fuck…” he moaned, gripping the sheets and bucking his hips while thrashing his head from side to side. If I had been a prostitute, I could have had him trick up every dime he had in his pocket on my head game. Lucky for him, I was only a chick who enjoyed sucking dick—free of charge.

As soon as he was ready to spill his nut, I pulled off his condom and began jerking his cock between my titties, flapping my tongue back and forth as the head of his dick popped in and out. He came in a loud roar, releasing a bucket of cum that coated my titties, neck and face. I looked up at him with a satisfied smile on my face. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavy as he laid there motionless.

When he finally opened his eyes and was able to sit up, I told him that I had overheard him talking on the phone. He looked completely embarrassed. “My bad. No disrespect meant, ma. It’s just that…”

I reached up and placed a finger to his lips. “You never had your dick sucked like that before,” I finished for him, smiling. “No apology needed.”

He grinned. “Yeah, sumthin’ like that.”

I climbed up on the bed and straddled him. “Well, how about whoever you were on the phone with, you call back and tell them to come over so they can watch how it’s done.”

He looked at me surprised. “Word?” he asked excitedly. “You want me to call my niggas and tell ’em to come through?”

“Not niggas,” I corrected, stroking his sticky dick. “Nigga, as in one of your boys. But there are some ground rules. No phones, no cameras, no video recording devices. The only thing he can bring with him is a hard, clean—and I do mean,
clean
, dick. Understand?”

His face lit up like at kid at Christmas. “No doubt.” I rolled off of him onto my back, playing in my pussy. “Can we fuck you?”

I smiled, shaking my head. I couldn’t blame him for wanting to feel my pussy wrapped around his dick. After all, he’d already had his tongue in it. “No. There’s no fucking involved. Sucking dick and eating my pussy are the only two things on the menu tonight. Make sure your boy understands the rules.”

“I gotchu, ma,” he said, retrieving his cell. “Aye, yo, my nig…guess what? ’Member the chick I was tellin’ you ’bout?…” he lowered his voice, glancing over at me. I pretended to be too caught up in the throes of a self-induced orgasm to be paying him any attention. “…yeah, son…Yo, she wanna a threesome, my nig…Nah, she ain’t fuckin’…she suckin’ and gulpin, son…You wit’ it? Bet…” he gave his boy the name of the motel, then told him what the ground rules were. “…aiight, no doubt. Hit me on the hip when you ’bout to get here…aiight, one!”

Forty minutes later, his boy walked through the door wearing baggy jeans, a long white tee and a pair of Timberland boots. He had a fitted Yankees cap on his head. The chitchat and banter were kept to a minimum. I told the young buck to strip down, and surprisingly his dick was already brick hard by the time he stepped out of his boxers. I summoned him over to the bed with my finger, then laid back and hung my head over the edge of the bed.

I opened my mouth, then reached up and guided his young hard dick down into my throat while his boy ate my pussy. By the
time we finished, it was almost three in the morning and I had them both stumbling out of there with empty sacks.

“Hey,” I hear in my head. “Pasha, yo, wake up.” I open my eyes, realizing I had dozed off. Jasper is fully dressed, standing in the doorway, leaning up against the frame of the door. I blink, wiping drool from the corner of my mouth. “Yo, that musta been some kinda dreamin’,” he says, frowning.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, reaching over and flipping up the lever for the drain.

“You were in here moaning.”

I laugh, sucking my teeth, trying to play it off. “Boy, I was not.”

“Yeah, aiight. I know what I heard,” he says, stepping into the bathroom, grabbing my towel.

I ignore him. “OhmyGod, what time is it?”

“Time for you to get ya ass up outta there.” I stand, letting the remnants of soapsuds glide down my body. The chill causes my nipples to harden like milk duds. Jasper inadvertently licks his lips, letting his gaze fall on my titties. “Here. Let me.”

He opens the towel. And I step in.

“Damn, my baby’s sexy as hell,” he says, lightly drying me off. I raise my arms up over my head, smiling. “Let me find out you in here dreamin’ ’bout some other nigga, aiight? And I’ma bust ya ass, yo.”

I suck my teeth, rolling my eyes. “Jasper, don’t start your shit. We had a good day without any incidences so, please, let’s not fuck it up.”

“Yeah, aiight,” he says, drying my body. “You’ve been warned, Pash.”

I stare him down, shaking my head. “Whatever. Where you going?”

“Stax is comin’ through to scoop me up. I gotta make a few
runs before I head back to the halfway house.” He lets out a frustrated sigh. “I can’t wait for this shit to be over wit’ so I can be home wit’ ya sexy ass for good.”

“I can’t wait either,” I assure him, taking my towel from him. I wrap it around my breast, then tuck the ends in, walking out into the bedroom. The room is a mess. Shit is thrown all over the place. I start picking up clothes. “Umm, what kind of runs you need to make?”

“Business,” he says, grinning.

“What kind of business?”

“Yo, chill,” he says, picking up my purple bikini-cut panties. I catch him sniffing them, then sticking them in his pocket. “I got this.”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting. What’s up with you taking my underwear with you? That’s like the third pair you’ve taken.”

“And? Was those ya last pair or somethin’?”

I roll my eyes. “No, smart-ass.”

“Oh, aiight, then.” I lotion my body up with Victoria Secret’s peach lotion, then slip into a pair of pink thongs and a matching bra. Jasper watches me. “Yo, where you going?”

“To the mall,” I tell him.

“Oh, now all of a sudden you takin’ ya ass to the mall. Yeah, aiight.”

“Ummm, excuse you,” I say, turning around to face him, “I
thought
I was going to be laid up with my man all day until it was time for me to take him back to the halfway house, but since he’s made other plans, Yes, I’m going to the mall.”

He stares at me, grinning. “I’ma be home in a minute. You’ll have me all to ya’self, then.”