by Xyla Turner
Then Dessy put her hands behind her back, and I almost came in her mouth from the gesture.
She was submitting to me. The woman was doing, just that, the entire time. She wanted me to take over, I knew, but I also knew once I started I wouldn't be able to stop.
Fuck.
Gripping her hair tighter, I pushed into her willing mouth harder and deeper. My dick hit the back of her mouth until I felt her tongue attempt to push me out. I let her the first time, then I growled, “Relax your tongue.”
She nodded, and I pushed back in and held it there.
God, she was fucking beautiful!
I pulled out and started fucking her mouth. The wet noises, her moans and that tongue sliding against the underbelly of my dick was all it took for me to come. I pulled out and came all over my hand. Dessy looked disappointed, then she took her hand and put it on mine and began to lick my balls.
I swear my knees threatened to buckle, but I let her out each one in her little mouth as her tongue roamed over my hanging sac.
Some of my cum landed on her cheek when it dropped from my finger, and she simply wiped it off and massaged it between two fingers before she continued to lick my balls again.
“Stand up,” I told her.
She kissed one sac, then stood up and even though she was a head shorter than me, her neck was lifted, and eyes were on me as she waited for my next instruction.
“I would get you off, but you've been naughty.” I told her. “I don't reward naughty girls.”
She nodded.
“However, bring food to cook to 653 Kissimi Place tonight at five, dinner needs to be ready by six and you cook in the nude. I'll think about getting you off. But understand, it's just a thought. You need to know, little girl, we probably won't have sex anytime soon, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm not the right one for you. I'm an old fucking man compared to you, and I don't live to fuck, okay? I'm not a machine, and I won't take no damn blue pills to keep up with a young girl’s libido. I'm set in my ways, and that's not changing. So, if you think any of that will be a problem.” I pulled up my clothes and put them back together again. “Then, I'm not the one. I don't play games, and I don't like them or think they're cute. So find someone who will play those with you girl, if that's what you want.”
“No,” she said.
“You sure?” I asked. “Really think about that shit before you cross my threshold. Won't make me no difference if you show or not. I just need you to be sure this is what you want.”
Her lips poked out right before she said, “I want you, Bear.”
Fuck.
“Why?” I asked. “All the fucking guys around here. What the fuck you singling me out for?”
“I like Bears,” she purred. “They're big everywhere, and they know things about the jungle others don't pay attention to. They’re highly evolved creatures. And no matter where they are, they remain who they are. Bears. They can also be affectionate, protective, devoted, strict, sensitive and attentive. I like that.”
My entire body was heated with red-hot molten lava. Who was she? Where did she come from? Who sent her?
Instead of asking her anything, I simply walked out and left her standing there.
What in the mighty fuck?
That night, I had changed my mind about her coming over but instead of calling her I simply didn't come home until eleven, and I was pissy drunk. Actually, Sheryl brought me home because I couldn't stay on my bike.
“Bear, you never get like this,” she said as she pulled up to my house. “What gives?”
“Got shit on my mind.” I staggered out the car.
Sheryl was one of Peppers regulars. Her old man died a few years ago and sometimes when she wanted to get off, she'd come out and start recruiting her next victim. We never did anything besides her sucking my dick one drunken night, but she was too loose for me to fuck. I told her as much, and she agreed. That's what you got with older women. Fucking truth. No games and no imaginary expectations. She fucked when she wanted and didn't when she didn’t. Said what was on her mind and let shit roll off her back like a duck. Not easily offended and knew what a man needed.
Her arm wrapped around my back when I almost fell. Then I wrapped my arm around her shoulders to keep standing.
“Fucking, Bear,” she exclaimed. “Got to get you tucked in bed. Maybe even a little head to help you nod off.”
She laughed.
Before I could respond, footsteps started making progress on my porch. When we looked up, we saw Dessy, who looked like she just lost her best friend. Her eyes were low, and the corners of her mouth turned down. But despite all of that, she said, “I can help you with him.”
What the fuck?
“What are you doing here?” I asked with no slur.
“We had a dinner date, remember. I was to come with food to cook at five, have it ready by six and cook in the nude.” She descended down the steps. “So if you don't mind. I'd rather get these groceries inside the refrigerator, you in bed to sleep that off and be on my way.”
She wrapped her arm around my back and helped me up the stairs. Dessy grabbed the keys out of my pocket, opened the door, and they carried me in. When I managed to make it to the couch, Dessy went back outside to get the groceries.
Sheryl whispered, “So this was the thing on your mind?”
My eyes roamed towards her.
“What, Bear. She looks awfully young. You getting soft on me too?”
“Fuck off, Sheryl.” I snapped.
“Okay, but do you think she's up for a little ménage. You'll be passed out in a few, but a woman added to my notch will be perfect.”
Her eyebrow raised.
“I'm not that young,” Dessy answered. “I'm twenty-nine. Plus, the only person that's allowed to touch me is Bear.”
Oh, fuck.
Sheryl looked at me with bright eyes.
“Fuck, Sheryl. Get.” I snapped. “I haven't even tasted her. No way you will before me.”
“You're no fun!” She rubbed her hand up my chest, and Dessy’s eyes grew wide. “You taste her first, then.”
Dessy looked ready to pounce, but I was too drunk to even stop whatever was about to happen.
“No,” I sighed. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Anytime Bear, you know where to find me.”
She stood up, smiled at Dessy and said, “Guess he's all yours, then. If you want to…”
“I don't.” Dessy walked to the kitchen, leaving Sheryl standing there with her mouth open. She then turned around and said, “That's a sassy one, Bear. You going to be able to bring her to heel?”
“Bye, Sheryl.”
“Bye.”
She left, and I laid out on the couch as my eyelids started to become heavy. Dessy was still in the kitchen putting away five different bags of shit.
“Dessy,” I called but probably mumbled it.
She never showed, and when I finally woke the next morning, she wasn't there.
My refrigerator was fully stocked, things were cleaner than I ever expected, floors mopped, and I swear she had to have worked through the night to clean that fucking house.
I went to my bedroom, and my goddamn clothes were washed and folded, fresh towels were in the room, and that place was spotless.
She was there the entire night.
Fuck me.
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Xyla Turner was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. She is an avid reader of romance novels and a sucker for sassy females and dominant males. She is a high school educator and a groovy Aunt. Outside of reading, Xyla likes to spend time with her family and friends and travel. She writes different genres, but her favorite is romance.
Xyla has her Bachelor’s degree in Education and Masters in Education Administration.
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