by S. K. Hardy
Darrell’s tongue spiraled around a chocolate-coated nipple, charting the perimeter of the swollen tip while his hand stroked its twin. “You have no idea how many times I’ve lain awake at night since I’ve been gone, thinking about tastin’ you.” He lowered himself to his knees, his lips continuing their downward excursion. “Have you thought about it too, Jerra?”
“Yes,” she managed to answer in a husky voice. “Every night.”
She looked down and watched as Darrell licked her stomach. His tongue dipped in and out of her navel while slipping her lacy thong down her thighs. She placed her hands on his shoulders to balance herself while she stepped out of it.
Darrell stared at the neatly trimmed curls between her legs. Making a grunting noise in his throat, he placed a lingering kiss on her feminine mound. Jerra thrust her pelvis towards him and parted her legs. He chuckled under his breath, but the sound came out a little strained. He wanted this just as much as she did. Probably more.
“Here. Sit down.” Darrell stood up and guided her back towards the couch. Once she was seated, he lifted one of her legs, propping her foot on the cushion of the couch to accommodate him. “Open your legs wider.”
Back on his knees, he positioned himself between her thighs, his eyes darkening to a smoky grey. “Damn. Look at how wet you are, J. Spread your pussy lips apart for me, baby.” Darrell traced the slick, satiny smoothness of her inner flesh with a light, teasing stroke of his finger. “That’s it. I wanna make sure you’re as ready for me as I am for you.”
“I am,” she whispered.
Darrell lowered his head to kiss her stomach. He took his time, slowly working his way past the inferno he’d built up between her legs, and continued to her inner thigh. When he got to her pussy, Jerra held her breath and waited. Her hips lifted off the couch, rotating provocatively, more than ready to meet him halfway, but instead of him giving her the relief she sought, Darrell focused on her other thigh.
Jerra’s head dropped back on the couch for a moment before lifting it to watch him again. Still separating her pussy for him, she placed her other hand on the back of his head and guided him to the spot that pulsated with unbearable need.
With a muffled groan, he hovered inches over her opening for several long seconds, until she pleaded with him to make her cum. A moan of satisfaction vibrated from his throat before he licked her warm, dark haven with a slow swipe of his tongue.
Jerra’s moan turned into a guttural grunt. Her heel dug into the couch. Arching into him, she tipped her hips upward, gyrating in small tight circles, gladly feeding his ravenous hunger. Darrell lapped at the wet heat of her center. His moist tongue swept between the narrow opening of her folds, strumming her clit like the tautly pulled strings on a violin, before thrusting his tongue deep inside her sweet walls.
His hands slid up the back of her smooth thighs to rest beneath Jerra’s hips. Bringing her closer to his mouth, Darrell devoured her pussy, sucking her sugary nectar like a bee feeding from a flower. The intensity was almost too much for Jerra. Her breathing harsh and erratic, she detonated into a million pieces, her honey gushing warm and thick over his tongue. She writhed on the couch, frenzied and half out of her mind, her pussy grinding against Darrell’s mouth. Biting down hard on her lip, Jerra rode the crest of her orgasm as his tongue swirled and fluttered over her clit until the waves of passion slowly ebbed to a satisfying, dull ache.
But her recovery time was nonexistent. Dipping his head, Darrell went back for more. Breasts heaving and still weak, Jerra could only hang on as Darrell assailed her pussy, his tongue striking with the accuracy of a cobra going in for the kill. Like a true boss, he mastered her, demonstrating without words the control he had over her body so that she didn’t forget anytime soon.
In the throes of ecstasy, Jerra glanced down at his head buried between her trembling thighs, watching him work her sex as if it were his life’s mission. At that exact moment Darrell looked up and held her eyes with his. She tried to speak but the sounds that escaped were a bunch of stuttering, incoherent words jumbled together. Darrell growled in satisfaction when she screamed his name and came unglued again. Her hold on him didn’t loosen until after her shattering release was over.
She collapsed against the cushions of the couch, exhausted, but thoroughly satiated. Little whimpers of pleasure purred from her throat as Darrell gently lapped at her pussy like a cat cleaning the last bit of cream from its bowl.
Jerra watched him through passion-laden eyes. Still licking his lips, Darrell lifted his head then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Lay back, baby.”
Stroking the length of his throbbing dick he got up on the couch and kneeled between her widely spread thighs. Her hungry gaze glanced down at the pre-cum gathered at the tip. She swallowed convulsively, wanting more than anything to roll her tongue over the head and suck him dry.
“Look at me, Jerra,” Darrell ordered in a gruff tone, wanting to see her face when he entered her. He’d earned this good lovin’ he was about to get. He hadn’t pushed, had given her the space she requested without trying to distract her with sex. Now, he was ready to collect his reward for being patient.
Jerra’s gaze lifted to meet his. Their eyes locked and held as he positioned the bulbous head of his dick at her entrance and slipped first couple of inches inside her.
“Shit,” she whispered.
Darrell’s jaw clenched at the sensation of her pussy surrounding him, feeding her a little bit more. “Feels good as fuck,” he hissed.
“Yes,” Jerra moaned, scraping her nails down his back, then digging into his skin when he thrust deeper.
He groaned as her warm folds encased his girth. “You tight as hell, baby.”
Jerra winced. “You…you might have to…to go s-slow at first.” But even as she cautioned him to be careful, her hands slid down his muscular back to grip his tight rear. Jerra pulled him closer, straining to get more dick.
Darrell leaned over her, one hand on the back of the sofa and the other beside her head. Grunting and mumbling how good she felt, he carefully sank deeper, inch by delicious, thick inch, patiently stretching her pussy to mold it back to the familiarity of his dick.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice tense. “Too much?”
“More.” Jerra hooked her legs behind his back and crossed them at the ankles. Her eyes flickered open then immediately snapped closed as she caught his rhythm and met him stroke for stroke. “You always fuck me so good, baby. Don’t hold back.”
Nostrils flaring, Darrell bared his teeth, ready to give her everything. “You sure?”
Her sharp nails pierced his skin. “Yes. You know how I want it.”
“Fuck yeah.” Needing no other urging, Darrell placed a hand behind her thigh and pushed her leg up towards her chest. “Bring this pussy to Daddy.”
His expression primal, Darrell drove into her, opening her up and handling her the way he really wanted to. The sounds rumbling from his chest were similar to those of a wild animal mating, rutting, fucking hard, and penetrating deep. There was no need for conversation. The only form of communication heard in the room was flesh rhythmically slapping against hot, sweaty flesh.
Jerra bit into his shoulder as her orgasm slammed into her with the violent force of an overpowering storm. Arching her back, she threw her head back, her shrill screams reaching a crescendo pitch. Her pussy contracted convulsively around Darrell’s dick, beckoning him to climax as well.
“Aw, fuck!” Darrell yelled. It hadn’t been his intention to cum just yet. He wasn’t finished with her, not by any means, but it had been so long, and Jerra’s pussy was so fucking good he was helpless to stop the explosion hurtling towards him at full speed.
“Fuck, I’m cummin’!” he gasped from between clenched teeth.
Rocking against her, Darrell drove into her several more times, his buttocks clenching as he buried himself to the hilt and spilled his seed. Eyes closed and mouth agape, his entire body trembled as the powerfu
l orgasm ripped through his body.
“Jerra…baby.” His body jerked uncontrollably as Jerra milked every drop he released. “Fuck!”
Exhaling in a rush, Darrell buried his face in the curvature of her neck, too weak to move. His hand slid languorously down the back of her thigh to her calf to her ankle then up again, momentarily satiated and reveling in a heady, euphoric high that had him unbelievably relaxed.
“Damn…” he muttered as his heartbeat finally slowed to normal.
Lifting his head, his lips blindly searched and found hers. They exchanged lazy, sensual kisses, their passion momentarily satisfied. Still connected as one, Darrell shifted them on to their sides so that they faced each other. Jerra snuggled close, licking the rivulets of salty sweat from his chest before resting her head on his shoulder.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, reaching back for the large afghan and throwing it over them. “I know I got a lil’ carried away at the end.”
“No, you didn’t hurt me. I, um, your back…I hope the scratches aren’t too bad.”
Darrell chuckled. “I might be missin’ a little skin, but–”
Jerra slapped his shoulder. “Darrell!”
This time he full out laughed. “I’m just jokin’.” But he winced at the slight sting coming from his back. “Or not.”
“In my defense, it has been over a month.”
“Mmmmm, who you tellin’. One month, four days, annnd…” He raised his arm so that he could see his watch. “Roughly six damn hours.”
Jerra giggled, but the reality of what they’d just done quickly sobered her. “We probably shouldn’t let this happen again, Darrell.”
Silence met her statement before he answered. “Okay.”
She lifted her head and gave him what he called her courtroom glower. “I mean it.”
Darrell placed a hand on her head and pushed it back down to his chest. “I said okay. Now get some rest.”
When he kissed her forehead, Jerra tensed, ready to reiterate her point. However, once she opened her mouth to do so, a huge yawn came out instead. Darrell was right. She was exhausted. And after the countless orgasms he’d just given her, it wouldn’t take much for her to pass out right now.
Another yawn hit her. She tried to lift her head but her eyelids felt heavy and weighted. “I should get up and…go…” Jerra burrowed closer to the warmth of Darrell’s body. “Maybe I’ll just lie here for a few minutes. I feel like I’ve been drugged or something.”
Amusement was thick in Darrell’s voice. “Good dick has a way of doing that.”
Jerra was so relaxed she couldn’t even summon up the strength to fling a comeback at him. Her breathing deepened as she drifted off to sleep. The last thought that ran through her mind was that he was so arrogant…but so right. Her husband’s good dick was the best relaxation tool that she could think of.
CHAPTER 32
The next morning, Jerra pulled the covers up to her ears as she fought to block out the annoying sound of her cell phone. By the ring tone, she knew it was Keisha. For the life of her, she couldn’t think of a single reason why she would be calling so early. She had to know that Jerra would be sleeping in late since D.J. was at Angel and Nikki’s house.
Finally, the phone stopped ringing. Jerra sighed in relief and snuggled deeper into her pillow, but the reprieve didn’t last long because seconds later, the irritating ring tone sounded out again.
Groaning with mounting frustration, Jerra jerked the covers down and blindly reached over and snatched her cell phone off the end table. Eyes still closed, she connected the call and answered with hella attitude.
“What, Keisha?” she snapped.
Keisha paused before responding. “Well. That was rude.”
“Keisha…”
“Whatever happened to ‘Hello, Keisha. How are you?’”
Jerra took a deep breath. “Hello, Keisha. How are you? Now, what do you want?”
“I know you’re not still asleep, Jerra. You never sleep this late. Now if it were me, or even Leesh, yeah, that would be normal, but you? Uh-uh.”
“Keishaaaaa….” Jerra cut in to stop her rambling. Hearing the hoarseness in her voice, she cleared her throat. “Why are you calling me this early? Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine,” Keisha answered, sounding a little bit miffed at Jerra’s tone. “But even I wouldn’t call two in the afternoon early.”
Jerra’s eyes flew open. “What? It is not two in the…” Her voice slowly trailed off when she realized she wasn’t at home in her bed. She popped up into a sitting position and looked around the chicly decorated bedroom. She wasn’t still at…she couldn’t still be at…
She closed her eyes tight then opened them again. She thought last night had been a wonderful dream, but it wasn’t. She and Darrell had made love…several times. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep and Darrell promising to wake her in a few minutes…
I’m going to kill him! She fumed. It was bad enough that she’d been weak enough to give in and have sex. She hadn’t wanted to compound the mistake by sleeping over and waking up at the condo the next morning. So much for that plan.
“I tried to call your home phone but didn’t get an answer,” Keisha continued. “Do you have your ringer off or were you just ignoring my call?”
Still thinking about how Darrell had probably deliberately let her sleep in, Jerra threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. “He is so dead.”
“What? Who?”
“Huh?” Jerra impatiently flipped her thick curls over her shoulder and looked around the room for her clothes. “Uh, nothing.”
“You sound…strange,” Keisha commented in a slow, cautious drawl. “You saw the pictures, didn’t you?”
“Huh?” Jerra responded in a distracted tone. “What pictures?”
She quickly walked to the bureau and pulled open a couple of drawers until she found Darrell’s t-shirts neatly folded there. Snatching out the first one she got her hands on, she slipped it on. There. That was a little better. She didn’t have any underwear on, but the shirt almost reached her knees so it would do for now.
“The pictures of Darrell online. I know there’s a logical explanation for them, but…”
“Keisha.” Jerra blew and frowned impatiently.
“You still need to kick his ass. If it were Dominick who’d been photographed with some half dressed thot in a club, I’d–”
“Keisha!” Jerra was getting more confused by the moment. “What are you talking about?”
“The pictures. Of Darrell and those skanks in the…” Suddenly, Keisha’s end went totally silent for several long seconds. “Crap. You don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?” Jerra asked suspiciously, but she was slowly starting to figure it out. Darrell had gone to Club Ecstasy with Hawk last night. From what Keisha was saying, apparently he’d had more fun than he let on. “Where did you see these pictures?”
“It doesn’t matter, Jerra. Like I said, I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation for–”
“Where Keisha?” Jerra demanded, heart racing.
After Keisha grudgingly told her what social media site she’d seen the pictures on and the ‘hashtag’ to look under, Jerra pulled it up on her phone. She rapidly scrolled through the numerous photos until she came to the ones Keisha was talking about. The first picture was of Hawk and Darrell surrounded by a group of scantily dressed women who were primping and blowing kisses at the camera. Her mouth dropped open as she came to the next few showing Darrell seated in the VIP section of the club. In a couple of the pictures, several women sat close, crowding around him to get in the picture. The next shot captured an exotic looking model type with her arms around his neck kissing him on the corner of his mouth.
“Jerra. Hello? Jerra!”
Blinking her way out of the fog of jealousy closing in on her, she put the phone back to her ear and managed to answer Keisha in a surprisingly normal voice. “I’m her
e.”
“You okay? Because you know these bitches will snap a picture and post a selfie in a minute nowadays, so–”
“Everything’s…fine, Keish. I’m not worried about that.” She bit her tongue on the lie, but took a deep breath before continuing. “Anyway, I didn’t realize it was so late. I’d planned on picking D.J. up a couple of hours ago so that I could spend some time with him, maybe catch that movie he’s been wanting to see but now…”
“Actually, that’s why I’m calling. Dom and I are pulling up to Angel’s to get Manny and Dillon. If you want, we can scoop up D.J. too and drop him off to you before we take Dillon to Aleesha’s house.”
A look of indecision flashed across Jerra’s face. Her mind still on the pictures of Darrell, she couldn’t readily think of a reason to give Keisha not to pick D.J. up. But then again, if she let her do that, there was no way she’d beat her and Dom back to her house. She absolutely did not want Keisha and Aleesha to know about last night. At least not…yet. There was still a lot she had to process herself.
“I…uh, no, no, that’s okay. Don’t…don’t worry about it. I’ll get him.”
“Girl, it’s not a problem. Seeing as how you’re so discombobulated right now about the time, it’ll probably take you another hour or so to get yourself together. Besides, it doesn’t make sense for you to drive all the way to Nikki and Angel’s house when Dom and I are already here. We’re not staying long. Should be at your house in about half an hour or so.”
“Keisha, no! I…I mean…I appreciate it, but it’s okay.” Jerra closed her eyes. Hell, she sounded suspicious to her own ears. She had no doubt Keisha’s ass would pick up on it too.
Keisha’s next words told her she was right. “Okay, what in the hell is up with you? Please don’t tell me you’re upset about those pictures. You know you have nothing to worry about when it comes to Darrell and other women.”
“I…no, I’m not worried about that.” Too much, she added silently.
