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Authors: Jamie Dossie

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   Look at him laying here, just as peaceful as he want. I guess being a headhunter will knock any man to sleep. Glancing at the illuminated clock on the night stand, fuck! its damn near five in the morning. His ass better be glad it’s the weekend, so that means him in the streets; me with my girls, and baby girl with her mom. Goldie really has been trying to stay on the straight and narrow, since he knew that I was seeing Derwin. Man that mother fucker was so damn fine…shit! Just the thought of him is making my pussy wet right now. The sad part is, I know if I called him right now, he would be game to fuck me senseless and lick me dry. Poor thang; he was so smitten with me that just the pure excitement he brought to was nothing short of awesome.

   Like a typical man, he started fucking around with Chanta’ skank ass. I am not saying she a skank for fucking him, hell! she is doing what comes natural. I am saying she a skank for having any dealings with him after he and I broke up. But through it all, if my heart was not right here with Goldie, I would have been with Derwin no questions asked. I wonder do Chanta’ know he got with her to spite me? Maybe not. Hell! She really thought Goldie wanted her ass. I am sure he wanted to fuck, but have a relationship with her? Hell no!

   This motherfucker sleep, and I am wide awake now, pussy throbbing and shit. I need another fix but after fucking, and getting his dick sucked; he down for the count. Hell! I want to watch television, but he hates the light. I guess I will take my ass to the guest bedroom, and watch television in there. Let me grab my red satin robe and slippers, and get out of here before I find a limp dick in my mouth. Did I just hear my phone buzz? Hell no! I must be hearing shit. If it did buzz, it means it’s a damn text which can’t be too damn important at five in the morning, and whoever it is didn’t call. No time for fuckery this time of the morning; it’s still dark out too.

   Damn! When the last time someone cleaned up in here? The covers are all over the bed, and the DVD player is still going. The television is turned off. Must have been one of those late nights we had an argument, and I made his ass sleep in here. Well, let me just close the door, cut the television on, and see what Goldie was watching in here; as if I don’t already know. I press play, and just as I thought, a porn. Big asses and big titties, is the first thing I see. Well I guess this is what I will be watching till I fall asleep. Climbing up in this king size comfortable ass bed, and looking at this shit on this T.V. is making me hornier than a motherfucker. Pussy nice and smooth, fat ass clit, and nipples hard as diamonds.

   Hell! looks like I could have done the same shit this women doing only better. Caressing my breast, rolling my nipples through my fingers, Mmmmmm- this shit is feeling so damn good. Pussy leaking so damn bad, I need to fuck and be fucked now. Reaching over in the nightstand drawer, way in the back, I found my 10’ Bill. Nice, thick and ready to have my pussy juices all over this plastic dick. Mmmmmm rubbing the clit with the head of Bill, looking down at my swollen clit…shit feel like I want to bust right now.

   My pussy acting like it wants to grab the head, and suck him in all ready. Damn! the head of Bill is glistening all damn ready. Sliding the head in ever so smoothly, damn! hope I don’t moan too damn loud. Sliding Bill in and out of me with ease; gripping him every time he slides in…. fuck! This shit feels so damn good. I should have came in here a long time ago. Mmmmmm…Bill…fuck me baby! Yes, like that. Don’t stop! I am so damn close to cumming; squeezing my left and right nipples as Bill moves in, and out of me fuck baby…
FUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!!!!

   Rolling my orgasm out through my hips, and through my pussy; fucking Bill until I am completely relieved of my sweet creamy nut. *Panting* Oh fuck! This is what I needed, I hope Goldie didn’t hear me. Jumping as I heard a knock on the door. “Goldie?” I asked. “Yeah baby it’s me I was trying to wait until you and Bill was finished.” Goldie and I fell the fuck out laughing. “So now that you and Bill are finished, let me show you what some real dick for that ass,” he responded. “Goldie go on, I just wore this pussy out, and here you come trying to make sure you wear it out some more.” Yeah hearing her get off on that fake ass Bill is always cool with me, as long as it ain’t no real ass nigga that I would have to fuck up for diving in my damn pussy.

   Standing at the edge of the bed watching her, watching me as I stand here naked as a motherfucker;  Look at that fat ass clit talking to me. I knew she was going to open them damn legs and let me see all that cum she just released. “Damn Jas that pussy fat as hell nipples hard as fuck, yeah baby it’s time to fuck!” And I wasn’t playing. “You ain’t said shit but a damn word baby come get this pussy.” Yes lawd I am about to touch all of her insides, as fucking horny as I am right now damn! Looking up at the clock on the wall shit Rasheeda will be getting up in about an hour to watch those damn cartoons. No time for sensual foreplay straight fucking.

   Climbing on top of her, dick hard as fuck. I could drive a hole straight through the bed, kissing her soft ass lips, squeezing her nipples, hearing her moan is like a fucking aphrodisiac. These big ass nipples; swirling around on my tongue. “Slide that dick in daddy. Shit I need this.” I couldn’t help but say “You ready baby? You know I am about to give you what you want.” Aww, shit is like sliding into heaven. Shit!  “Yes baby lock them legs behind me.” Stroking deep.

   With every stroke I hear either...oh shit or uhhhhh, damn she is sounding sexy.

Placing her legs on my shoulders so I can lean into her, you better believe her knees are touching her damn ears. Quick pumps, then slide out and slide right back in; deep long strokes. “Yes baby that’s it pop that pussy back Jas.” She did as she was told I never have to worry about her denying me. “Fuck me harder, shit Goldie your dick game is serious baby.”

   “That’s cause you fucking with a 9 ½ to death.” Fuck! This pussy is on point. Damn, the pussy be talking to me like a motherfucker. Shit! I need to pocket this mother fucker wherever I go. I am addicted to the pussy. “Jas. Fuck! The way you throwing the pussy baby, shit a nigga ready to bust.” I said. “No baby, hold that shit.’

Letting her legs down off my shoulders, I spread them eagle, and press down on her inner thighs, to do push-ups in her shit. Damn! She shutting her pussy as tight as fuck, and no sound is coming out. Yes lawd, I told her I was ready to bust. “You like this shit baby…fuck is this what you want?”

   “Hell yes Goldie! Fuck baby…Ooooh fuck, hold on wait, wait.” Did she just put her hand on my chest, in a fucked up attempt to stop me or slow me down? She has just fucked up, she know I hate that shit with a fucking passion! Keeping my hands on her inner thighs; while on my knees, sliding in and out of her, faster and faster. Pound for pound, round for round. I hear my name ring out like bullets. Balls slapping on her ass, she can’t move; I have her lower body pinned down. “Goldieee! Goldieee! Goldieee….. I am cumminnnnnn….babeeeeeeeee!”

   Driving in harder, faster, I see her cream covering my dick fuck I am about to paint the outside of her fucking pussy or her mouth, it don’t fucking matter. Grunting with every thrust I give her, letting her know I am super close.
“Ahhh….SHIT! UGHHHHHHHH! FUUCCKK!”
Sliding out and jagging this motherfucker on her clit; watching our juices mesh together. Fuck! This shit coming from my damn toes. I knew I was gonna come hard as fuck. Damn! She rubbing this shit all in her pussy. This some sexy looking shit. Hell she sexy as fuck.

Panting.

   Letting the last few drops leak out of me before I hear the pitter patter of little feet. “Damn Goldie what has gotten into you?” Slapping the head of my dick on her clit trying to see where this conversation is going. “What you mean ma?”

“I am just saying you are like pumped up on sex juice or something. Granted, we have amazing sex all the fucking time, but last night and this morning, you were fucking me like you just came home from the pen doing a five year bit.”

   “Jas you just got some bomb ass pussy baby, and I just feel like I can’t never get enough of you. Which makes me feel like, I have to give you one hundred percent of me.” I can’t believe that’s the line he came up with. I guess knowing your woman was fucking someone else, will make any man perform to his best ability. But as of lately, Goldie ass has been going all out on this pussy.

   Putting me in different positions, and shit, just being extremely extra with the sex. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining one bit. I know his ass trying to secure this pussy. It ain’t got shit to do with me having no bomb ass pussy. I have always had bomb ass sex, and he still wasn’t all extra like this. Guess it’s true, if your pussy talking loud enough you will get his attention.

 

 

 

 

Well, now that we have gotten that beautiful shit out of the way.

Let’s fast forward a month from now and see who the fuck we run into.

Derwin & Chanta’ 3

“Derwin!” Is this crazy ass chick yelling my name like she the damn police and shit? What the fuck is wrong with her ass? I knew I should have left her ass alone, but ol’ no. The night Jasmine let me go, I decided to go to Mr. Browns for a few drinks, and guess who the fuck I run into…her ass. Yes, we had drinks and talked, and I let her grind that fat ass all up against my dick on the dance floor.

   Stumbling out of the damn place at two in the morning had both of us headed back to my place and of course, I banged her until I couldn’t bang no more. Yeah, all the frustration I was feeling after leaving Jasmine house, I took it out on her pussy that night. She must have been feeling some sort of way about her damn self because she tried to out fuck me. It’s like we were in a race to see who can fuck the hardest, and the fastest. “Derwin!”

   God will somebody take me out of my fucking misery with this chick. I can’t even sit in my own damn man cave and get my thoughts together, without her screaming my fucking name. It’s like her ass is bipolar or something. Looking down at my dick, telling him that he has done it once again; turned a chick stark crazy over the sex game.

   “What the hell do you want Chanta’? I am trying to relax for a moment!” Fuck! I hear her ass marching across the living room floor. Oh no, fuck here she come. I really don’t have time for this shit not right. Now it’s my weekend off from the dealership. Even though I own it, I still have to go in from time to time to make sure things are still running smoothly.

  “Derwin what the hell you mean what do I want? I want you to come up stairs and get out of this damn basement, come keep me company,” She said. “Chanta’, this is not just a basement, it’s a man cave, where I come to relax watch sports on sixty inches, and play games at my leisure. I mean what the fuck Chanta’, by the way, weren’t you on your way home anyway?” As she stood her ass on the steps, probably just as naked as she was when I left her laying in her own juices, I continued to watch ESPN. I was not about to engage in a crazy conversation with her. Nope not right now I got other shit on my mind.

   “Fuck you Derwin! I get sick of your ass getting in these fucked up ass moods of yours, and taking the shit out on me. Like I don’t have no damn feelings. Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” Now, the right thing to do was to go run after her after I heard her stomp back up the downstairs. But all I could do was nod my damn head. She was right. I fuck her, and keep her around so I don’t have to think of Jasmine. After all the shit is over, I come down here and try and figure out a way to get her back. But Chanta’ fucked around and caught feelings for me when she was doing the exact same damn thing to me. Two heartbroken motherfuckers using each other.

   Hearing my phone beep twice indicates I have a new text message. I didn’t want to even be bothered by who it was, but I looked at it anyway.
This shit is not cool. I don’t appreciate you talking to me just because you miss your precious little Jasmine. When I am around, I should be your focus because if not, then we both can just stop this shit right now!
I took a deep breath, knowing she was right once again, but this woman is draining me. She so stuck on loving Goldie that she was unwilling to love damn near anybody. Guess I have to reply back to this shit.
You right Chanta’ I am very sorry. I didn’t mean to talk to you like that, come down stairs and we can keep each other company…please.

   Hell! I didn’t want to press send but what the hell, it’s either deal with her crazy ass, and fuck whenever I want, or go back out and start fucking random bitches again. I don’t give a fuck what nobody thinks, there is truly no one like Jasmine; she is definitely one of a kind. Hearing Chanta’ come back downstairs, shit my dick start getting hard. She crazy as hell, but her head game is sick. Sitting here in my basketball shorts with no draws on. Fuck! I see her reflection through the T.V. chocolate smooth skin, big ass titties, and small waist; with no stomach and lawd, ass for days. “Derwin, I don’t want to argue with you babe.”

   Chanta’ whispered in my ear coming up behind me wrapping her arms around my neck lovingly. I tilted my head back some and smiled. “I don’t want to argue either. Chanta’ walked in front of me as if I didn’t know she was butt ass naked. Fuck! Down boy. I had to tell my dick; didn’t want her to see me so damn excited. Now she know damn well, I can’t see the Bulls play around all that ass, and she just gonna stand in front of my view. Fuck! Big distraction. “You sure you just wanna watch the game?” Watch this nigga try and lie. His dick just jumping in them damn shorts, and I bet he don’t have no damn draws on.

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