“Put it in! Baby, please,” Sharice panted.
Placing the tip in, Maliq watched as her back arched. Taking it back out he watched how it went back down. Putting the head of his dick back in, Maliq watched as Sharice bit into her lip. Pulling it out once more he noticed how her face showed disappointment.
“Quit teasing me, Baby, and fuck me!” she whined as she pushed her butt up against his dick.
Carefully guiding his way in, Maliq felt how tight she was. Fucking her untamed pussy his hands invaded her pulsating clit. Enjoying her wetness, Maliq let his dick slip out. Turning around Sharice got down on her knees and took him into her wanting mouth. Not really wanting her to do that he lay on the floor. Sitting astride his long, hard, stiff dick, Sharice’s insatiable appetite for dick escalated.
Using her well-toned calf muscles, she placed her feet on the floor and worked his dick like she was riding in the Kentucky Derby. Feeling like he was about to cum, Maliq picked Sharice up and placed her on the couch.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, panting heavily.
“Play wit yourself.”
Smiling, Sharice gladly glided her hand down and circulated her fingers around her now blossomed pussy lips.
Making sure he had a good view, Maliq sat on the opposite end of the couch and watched as she stroked herself. Connecting eyes with him, Sharice licked her finger and inserted them inside her treasure chest of pleasure. Seducing her pussy with her fingers, she watched as Maliq glided his hand up and down his rock-hard dick.
“That’s it, Baby, play wit it,” Maliq groaned.
“You like that, Baby?” she asked.
“Yeah, Baby suck yo’ fingers for me.”
Sliding her glazed fingers out, Sharice took them into her mouth and sucked.
“What it taste like?” he asked.
“It taste like caramel kisses,” she smiled.
“I want to see you cum. Cum for me, Baby.”
Spreading her lips apart, she stroked her clit and rotated her hips. Imagining that Maliq was tearing her shit up, she let her mind drift away and her desires seep through. Cupping her pussy with both hands she felt herself nearing another orgasm.
“Ahh yeah!” Sharice screamed.
Watching as cum poured from her vaginal walls, Maliq took his lips and caught every drop in his mouth. Lapping it up, his tongue played with her pussy, causing more electrical sparks to go off inside of her. Holding the back of her thighs, Maliq pushed them up by her head and sucked on her juicy clit. Feeling another jolt of orgasmic pleasure rip through her body, Sharice called out for God.
“Oh my God! Oh yeah! Eat it , Baby! Yeah! Like that! Just like that!”
Never in her life had Sharice cum so much. Maliq was everything that she longed for. Cumming again, Maliq buried his face deep inside her pussy so that he could taste every last drop of her juices. Taking his face into her hand, she guided him back up to her mouth.
Kissing him, Sharice licked her juices off of his face.
Squeezing the head of his dick, Maliq pushed his way back in. Fucking her slowly, his grinding increased, causing them to fall onto the floor. Laughing, they continued on as if nothing had happened.
“Damn, Ma, I can’t get enough of you,” Maliq moaned.
“Don’t ever stop fucking me,” she said, licking his neck.
Pumping like he was trying to break her back, Maliq lifted both of her legs into the air, holding on to her feet.
“Oh my God, Boy what are you doing to me?” Sharice asked, delirious.
“I’m fucking you like you ain’t never been fucked before.” Slapping thighs, Sharice’s head bounced off the floor as she tried to find something to hold onto. With nothing in sight, she did the only thing she could do, play with her tits.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum!” Maliq yelled scrunching up his face.
“Cum inside of me,” Sharice moaned.
Normally Maliq would have been concerned, but that night he didn’t give a fuck. If he could have, he would have slept inside of her pussy.
“Don’t move!” he yelled.
“Cum inside of me, Baby! Cum inside… Oh! Oh baby!”
“Goddamn! Yo’ pussy feel good!” Maliq shouted, ready to bust.
Pushing him back’ Sharice hungrily took him in her mouth letting his creamy cum explode all over her face. Licking all over his dick, she made sure that no trace of cum was left. Using her right hand, she rubbed up and down his shaft while sucking on the head of his dick.
Gripping the back of her head, Maliq tilted his head to the side, enjoying the sensation.
Sharice spit-coated his rock hard dick as she French kissed every pulsating inch. Wanting him to cum again in her mouth, she played with his balls. The combination of his dick in her mouth and his balls in her hand drove Maliq crazy.
Picking Sharice up off the floor, he prepared her for some more rough sex. Sliding her down onto his dick, he slapped her ass and told her to go. Taking her cue, Sharice bopped on his dick like it was a joystick. Making her butt cheeks jiggle, he grabbed her tiny waist and drove himself into the depths of her pussy.
“You gon’ cum again,” he grunted.
“Yes, Daddy!”
“I want you to cum all over me!”
“Ooh, I wanna cum! I wanna cum all over you!” she whined as she grinded anxiously.
Taking one of her breasts in his mouth, Maliq probed her nipples with his wet, slippery tongue. Sharice’s pussy was throbbing for another orgasm.
Dropping it down on him, she made sure that his dick hit her spot. With every stroke that she gave, Maliq stroked back even harder.
“You cumming?” he asked.
“No, not yet,” she panted.
“Oh, I see you wanna play games,” he grinned deviously.
Flipping her over, Maliq entered her from the back. Fucking her hard and fast, he gripped one side of her ass so that he could hit another corner of her wall. Leaning down on her elbows, Sharice put a little arch in her back so that she could take in all of Maliq.
“Ahh baby just like that!”
“Damn, Baby, I love fucking you!”
“Maliq, I feel it! I’m about to cum!” she yelled with quivering lips.
“I’m about to bust too!”
“Cum on my back baby!”
“I wanna cum inside!” he pumped slow and hard.
Feeling himself become weak, Maliq let out a loud, thunderous moan. Cumming too, Sharice closed her eyes and screamed. Juices not only went inside of Sharice, it went down her butt, on the couch and on Maliq. Weak and limp, he slumped over Sharice, still grinding slow. Neither could move so they just lay there in their juices for almost an hour.
Part Four Two weeks passed by, and Sharice had been avoiding Maliq like he was the plague. Whenever Mason had practice she would let him drive the car just so she wouldn’t run into Maliq. Mason found this odd, but he didn’t care as long he had the car a couple of times a week. Maliq called every day but Sharice never would answer.
He couldn’t figure out what the problem was. They had had mind-blowing, kinky, animalistic sex and still he couldn’t get her to change her mind about him.
Rubbing her thighs she tried to ease some of the pain that Maliq had caused weeks before. She hadn’t been sore like that since high school. Hearing her cell phone ring ,she picked it up.
314-555-7252 showed on the screen; it was Maliq. She didn’t know what to do. A part of her wanted desperately to give him a chance. But logical thinking always kicked in, and then she would dismiss the whole idea. Letting the phone ring until her voicemail kicked in, she waited a minute before checking it. Putting her code in Sharice listened as Maliq poured his heart out over the phone.
Yo’, Ma, I miss you. I don’t know why you won’t answer or return my calls. I wish you would just give me a chance, Sharice. All I want to do is make you happy. If you don’t want that, then I’ll understand. But I can’t keep on going back and forth wit you. For me to be the younger one
, it seems to me like you’re the one playing games. This is my last time calling you, so you can quit avoiding me cause it ain’t even like that no more.
Sitting Indian style on the floor, she listened to the message five more times. Maliq was right, she was the one playing games. Looking at her calendar on the wall, she saw that Mason had practice the following day. Tomorrow she would leave all of her insecurities and doubts at the door and give her heart to Maliq.
Pulling up to the field, Sharice inhaled deeply and got out. It was kind of windy and chilly out that afternoon, so she wrapped her arms snugly under her breasts to shield herself from the wind. Finding Maliq standing alone, deep in thought, her heart began to flutter. Tapping him on the shoulder she waited to get his attention. Giving him a half smile, Sharice waited to see his reaction to seeing her again.
“What’s up?” he asked with attitude.
“I got your message last night,” she spoke softly.
“So, you have been avoiding me?”
“No.” Giving her a look that said you’re lying, she told the
truth. “I mean, yes.”
“I don’t see what for. I told you I’m done. I ain’t got time for
all the games.”
“That’s just it; I’m not playing games. I’m just afraid, Maliq.” “Afraid of what? I told you that I wasn’t gonna hurt you.” “I know that. It’s just that I’ve been through a lot, and I’m not
trying to get hurt again.”
“I understand that, Sharice. I’m not like none of them other
niggaz you done fucked wit.”
Smiling, she laughed at the way he talked. Loving to see her
smile, Maliq wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight.
Hugging him, Sharice knew that with him is where she wanted
to be. Pulling her behind the outdoors restroom, Maliq
passionately kissed her.
“I want to taste you right now,” Maliq moaned.
“I want you to, too, but we can’t,” Sharice grinned. Flicking his finger across her hard nipples, he made her
moan.
“Come on, just a little taste.” Not giving her enough time to
answer, Maliq pushed her thong to the side and lightly licked her
clit.
“Ooh, Baby, don’t make me cum,” Sharice moaned again. “Come by and see me tonight,” Maliq smiled, easing his way
back up, now licking her neck.
“Okay,” she whispered, barely able to breath.
Just as Maliq was about to lift up Sharice’s skirt again, Mason
appeared, startling them both.
“What the fuck you doing rubbing on my momma, nigga?”
Mason yelled.
“Mason, watch your damn mouth!” Sharice yelled back. “Nah, fuck that! What the fuck you doing wit this nigga, Ma?
This is my coach!”
“I know, Baby, but Maliq and I care for each other.” “Yeah, man, me and your mom really like each other. I care
for her a lot and would never do anything to hurt her,” Maliq
explained.
“Man, fuck what you talkin’ about!” Mason said, getting up
in Maliq’s face.
“Don’t even try it!” Sharice shouted.
“Yo’ Mason, what’s the deal? We can hear y’all all the way
on the field,” a teammate said.
“Fuck this, man, I’m out of here,” Mason said, pushing past
Maliq.
“I am so sorry Maliq,” Sharice apologized.
“It’s cool. He’s just shocked. He’ll be a’ight.” He smiled,
trying to reassure her.
“I hope so,” Sharice said, still worried.
Four hours later Mason still was still M.I.A., and Sharice
paced the floor awaiting his return.
“What’s wrong, Ma?” Mya asked.
“Nothing. I just need to talk to your brother, that’s all.” “He’s probably over Candice’s freaky butt house.” Mya
laughed. Laughing too for a second, she stopped once she heard
Mason walking through the door.
“Where have you been? Mommy’s been worried,” Mya
yelled at Mason.
“Shut up talking to me, lil’ girl,” Mason yelled back, not in
the mood.
“I don’t appreciate how you acted earlier, Mason. I raised
you better than that,” Sharice said.
“And I don’t appreciate seeing my thirty-seven-year-old
mother kissing my twenty-something-year-old coach,” Mason
yelled.
“Momma, you was kissing Coach Rainey?” Mya questioned. “Yes, I was! I think the two of you forget that I am grown!
There is more to my life than taking care of the two of you!” “You go, Momma. Coach Rainey is fine. All the girls like
him,” Mya said.
“Thank you, Mya,” Sharice smiled.
“She young; she don’t know no better. How you think that’s
gon’ make me look when everybody finds out that my momma
is dating somebody half her age!” Mason continued to shout. “It’s not about you, Mason! This is about my happiness!
Your father gets to do whatever he wants to do and I don’t hear
you two complaining about that! Finally, for the first time in
years, I have found some kind of joy and you want to ruin it with
your selfishness!”
“Of all the niggaz in the world, why it gotta be Coach
Rainey!” Mason asked.
“Call him another nigga if you want to! Now I’m sick of this!
You get to have football and Candice’s ol’ trifling ass. Your
father gets to have money, the house, cars, and Tammy. And
what do I get? A nine-to-five job, a mortgage, car payments,
bills, and a spoiled, selfish son!”
“I don’t want you seeing that nigga, Ma!”
“It’s not up to you, Mason! Who I date is my business, not
yours! I make my own decisions!”
“Just like you made the decision to date Nathan!” he shot
back.
Before she knew it, Sharice had swung and hit Mason in the
face twice. A knot was already beginning to form on his forehead. Holding his head, he looked at his mother and cried. “I’m sorry, Mason, I didn’t mean to do it,” she said ashamed
of her actions.
“It’s cool, gon’ ahead and be wit that nigga! But when he hurt
you, don’t come running to me ’cause I ain’t got nothing for
you,” Mason said as he turned to go upstairs to his room. Crying too, Sharice slumped down on the couch and let the
tears flow.
“It’s okay, Mommy, I’m happy for you,” Mya said while
holding her mother.
“Thank you, Mya.”
“If I was you, I would’ve hit him again.” Mya laughed. “I know you would have, Mya.” Sharice laughed too. Later that night, after hours of contemplation, Sharice made
the call that her heart dreaded making. Slowly dialing the seven
digits, she lifted the phone up to her ear and listed for the rings. “Hello?” Maliq said, half sleep.
“Hi,” Sharice said, clearing her voice.
“Hey, beautiful, how are you?”
“I’m okay, but…”
“But what,” he asked, hearing the hesitation in her voice. “I need to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“Us,” she whispered while tears formed in her eyes. “What about us, Sharice?”
“I’ve been thinking that maybe seeing each other isn’t a good
idea after all.”
“Is this because of what happened today between you and
Mason?”
“Yes and no. I mean, he’s really hurt by this and I have
already hurt
him once before. I will not do that to my son again.” “So you’re just going to let your kids run your life?” Maliq
asked, upset.
“Mason is not running my life. I run my life,” she said, not
believing her own words.
“Yeah, a’ight, whatever, Sharice. When you grow up come
holla at me,” Maliq said, hanging up in her ear.
Still holding the phone to her ear, she listened to the dial tone,
shocked and hurt. After a while, she hung up the phone and
curled up into a ball, crying herself to sleep.
The next couple of days seemed to go by like a cloud of
smoke. Sharice went to work, did stuff for the kids, cooked,
cleaned, and cried.
Her heart hadn’t hurt so bad since Lester had left her for
Tammy. Often at night she would toy with the idea of calling
Maliq but would always punk-out. The night they had spent
together replayed over and over again in her mind. Every single
detail of their encounter was remembered accurately. From the
feel of his tongue, to the way he looked in her eyes.
Maliq brought out things in Sharice that she didn’t even know
existed. She prayed for years that she would meet someone who
could satisfy her every sexual desire. She never knew what good
dick felt like until meeting Maliq. Another month was approaching and she had not spoken to Maliq in weeks.
He hadn’t tried calling her, seeing her, or anything. Sharice
figured that he might have moved on. Mason was happier than
ever. He had gotten his way once again. The more she looked at
him the more she resented her decision. The more time passed
by, the more she wanted to live for herself.
On the weekends, when Mya was home, the two would go
shopping and get manicures and pedicures. Mya even gotten her
mother to dress hipper. Even though she enjoyed her time with
her daughter, Sharice’s heart still ached for Maliq.
Sometimes at night she would ride past his house to see if he
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