by Nicety
“Home, huh? We stay together now?” He laughed.
“Naw, but it sounded good though didn’t it,” I countered making sure he knew nothing was official but there was damn sure potential there.
“Man, let me go holla at this nigga real quick and let him know what’s up.” Montana jolted his thumb towards the church doors. “Don’t you need to holla at your girl one last time?”
“Hmm. Seems like to me both of them are in good hands. What do we need to disturb that for?”
Montana shook his head in agreement shooting me a sly smile as I shot one back. He knew exactly what I was on. I barely knew this nigga but when we were together it was like lighting a firecracker. He touched me like I was much more to him than just a piece of ass even though his mouth spoke otherwise. I knew where to draw the line with him and my feelings though. I had to stay in my lane cause in a few days that nigga could desire a different variety of pussy. But damn if I wasn’t going to work strenuously to keep his sexy ass all into this ass without thinking about another bitch. We made it to the parking lot and hopped in his truck quickly.
"Well I guess it would be an interesting experience, to have sex in a church parking lot." I said untying my black see thru blouse and letting it waft its way down to the floor. With just my black lace bra covering my breasts, I slid over on top of him sitting seductively on his lap. "Can you take this off or should I do it for you?"
Montana was shocked at how forward I was being with him out here. I was sure he had expected maybe for us to wait until we got back to his place for me to strip. But I wasn’t waiting any longer than we had to. My thoughts initially thought about just giving him a hand job, but this was unexpected and much more wonderful. His cheesy smile let me know that he was more than elated to have me on his lap.
“You sure you want to do this right here, right now, with everyone watching us and shit?”
"There's only one way to find out." I winked and plastered my mouth against his, my tongue gently probing into his lips.
Montana allowed my tongue to take the lead only giving limited tongue movement. He pushed towards me as if he loved how soft and moist my lips were. As we kissed, I pulled my bra up exposing my breasts. Breaking the kiss, I finished removing my bra as he began to nibble on one of my beautiful tits.
His lips felt good on my small dark nipples. I hadn't realized how horny I really was even after just getting some from him last night. It had been a few weeks before meeting Montana since I had some good dick that had me hungry for more, so my need had been building. I needed this, probably more than he did. As he explored my breasts, I used one arm to push myself up off his lap a little and with the other hand I hiked up my skirt above my ass cheeks resting on my waist.
Virtually naked now, I was about to lower myself back onto Montana watching as he was slid his pants down his legs. I held myself up letting him undress himself. Turning around, I worked my legs underneath the steering wheel with his. Once his pants were around his knees, I lowered myself back onto his lap and started rubbing my damp pussy on his hardening shaft. Montana sucked in his breath as he gazed at my body in the broad daylight. He marveled at it as if he was secretly telling me how beautiful it was. From the look in his eye, I could tell that he was more than ready for this to happen.
“Ah shit. Maybe we should go to the crib. This shit gon’ be good and I want all the space in the world to hem this pussy up,” he breathed heavily gyrating his hips eagerly.
"What's wrong with right here?" I asked sliding my body back closer to him.
His cock sprung up between my legs allowing me to take it in my hand, happy to see he was already pretty hard. Pushing up with my legs, I lowered myself onto his dick. Laying my hands on his knees, I began to slide up and down on his cock pausing occasionally to gyrate around in circles moaning in pleasure at being filled with hard dick. As his dick got harder and I got wetter, I started bouncing faster and getting into a good rhythm. Grabbing his hands, I put them on my breasts and held them there.
Montana wanted to go in his bedroom, for a good reason, but with his amazingly hard dick buried in this pussy I was sure he didn't have any complaints. The feeling of my wet warm tight pussy enveloping his cock was amazing. It was even better than any other man I had ever had. That nigga stiffened his waist raising it up a little so I could plop down on that entire dick, taking all ten inches like a fucking vet.
A light luster of sweat started to form on my body as I moaned, "Oh God baby. I can't wait ‘til you fill this pussy with that cum."
He freed one of his hands from where I had it imprisoned against my breasts and signaled that he wanted me to turn around. I stood up letting his shiny hard dick slip out of my body. Turning around, I took his stick back into me. Placing my hands onto the armrest and door, I used them to lift myself up and then ease back down. Pulling his head to my right breast, I fed my nipple to him. He sucked it as if he were streaming for milk.
Montana went wild, loving my take control attitude and how I forced him to suck my tits insatiably. He was getting close, I could feel it and he was fighting to hold his impending release back. Reluctantly he pulled his mouth off my nipple and puckered his lips looking for me to get the message. I leaned down and put my lips against his, biting his lower lip as I felt him start to quiver inside me.
He moaned deeply as his cock exploded inside me, his cum blasting free of his dick and overflowing into me. When his orgasm ended, Montana’s head fell into my chest. Allowing him to rest, I used the muscles in my pussy to milk every drop of cum out of him. When I had caught my breath, I looked him in the eyes lovingly.
"Well, that was fast," I said to him.
Montana's face fell when he heard my words and he turned his head away from me. It took me a few seconds to realize I said that aloud rather than to myself. Grabbing his face in my hands I forced him to look at me.
"Baby." I began kissing him. “I didn't mean it like that. I only meant that we went from 'meeting by chance' to 'fill me with your cum' a bit fast.”
“It’s all good."
Returning to the passenger side, I grabbed my shirt off the floor and wrapped myself in it. "I'm not blaming you. I'm a big girl. I could've said no. I initiated the shit that first night when I took my clothes off. You have nothing to feel bad about. It's just that I've never acted like such a slut, especially with a guy I really like. I don't know what came over me." I tried to put on the good girl façade. "I mean, we barely know each other. I really hate to be a cliché, but I really do want you to respect me, especially if there's something between us, because I don't want to just be a booty calls or friends with benefits. I want a relationship."
"I never thought of you as a ho. What we do is good shit. You seem to need something in your life and I think I can fill that need. But let’s just keep it light you feel me? Let’s not rush into anything when, like you said, we just met." He kept his attention focused out the window and in that moment, I wondered if I had fucked up.
I smiled trying to play the shit cool as I should’ve done before I stuffed my foot in my mouth. “I believe you said something about a bedroom earlier?"
"Huh?" He asks puzzled.
"I’m saying let’s go to your bedroom? The truck was fun, but it was too confining to really have he kind of fun we want. A bed would be more fun for round two." I winked to his question.
"Shit, sounds good to me." Montana revved up the truck before pulling off.
He got us back to his house in no time flat, itching to get back in this savory pussy. Once inside, he made a follow me gesture and led me to his bedroom. Once we made it to the oversized bedroom, he gestured again with his hands telling me to lie down in his bed. After following his instructions, he joined me. Grabbing the headboard, he raised his body above mine.
Montana slowly kissed a path from my lips to my navel quickly removing all of my clothes, tossing them to the floor. He did the same with his leaving us both naked on top of the blanket. Before I knew it he had begun to fier
cely thrust into me. I groaned in pleasure and wrapped my legs around his back, welcoming him into me. He was going all out thrusting into me encouraged by my moans and gasps as I met his thrust with my own.
"Fuck this pussy good, baby. Bang me hard and make this pussy cum," I gasped out as our bodies became sweaty, lewdly slapping together.
Montana slammed his hips into mine as hard as he could wanting to prove he was as good a lover as anyone I had ever had before. As his eyes locked on mine, I knew he needed to show me he was a man. All man. He watched me with my breasts heaving, sweat glistening, and eyes begging him to continue his assault on my tight little pussy.
I began rocking and gyrating my hips, determined to get there first this time. My fingers clenched the sheets as I watched his face while he relentlessly pumped into me, both of us relishing every thrust.
He resumed his pummeling of my pussy while I dug my nails in his shoulder with one hand giving him some encouragement and with the other I was rubbed my clit fast and rough. Montana moaned voraciously as he looked down at my hand working myself, loving ever minute of it while drilling me harder. I moaned and panted in pleasure from the rough fucking I was getting.
I couldn't believe this was the same man that I had fucked last night. Don’t get me wrong. Last night was good. But this...this was pure fucking. Bodies slamming together, lewd sounds of skin slapping skin, fluids squishing around, and grunts and moans filled the room.
Hearing my moans of pleasure, only served to make Montana grow thicker and harder in my twat. He moaned in delight just as I felt a spasm building. Despite that, I allowed him to going full force, drilling his cock into me using long deep strokes.
"Oh baby, yes. That’s that shit. It feels so good, so fucking good. Pound my wet fucking pussy." I moaned encouraging him as I got close to my first climax of the morning. Montana fucked me with even more vigor. My pussy tightened on his wet slick cock. "Yes baby, beat this shit up. Fuck me hard. Cum in this pussy, baby."
I began to breathe heavily shuddering each time a drop of sweat fell off his body and landed on mine. I was close as hell. I yearned for him to make my pussy cum has as ever. Just the thought of him cumming in me made my juices flow even more. His legs started to shake with his ongoing efforts, but he refused to stop, to give in to his body's weakness.
“Keep fucking going baby,” I encouraged him.
My hand returned to my clit when I sensed that he was close to finishing for a second time. "Yes, that’s that shit baby. Get it," I moaned as I frigged myself trying to cum with him.
His legs were shaking uncontrollably and his dick started to twitch inside me as it seemed like he was trying to hold himself back until I got my shit first. My eyes fluttered closed as the beginnings of my orgasm flowed through me. Waves of pleasure emanated from the core of my being, driving my climax ever closer. As my orgasm washed over me, making me whip around, he collapsed on top of me spraying streams of cum deep into me.
As his cock emptied it's cum into my body, spasms pushed me over the edge into a tidal wave of pleasure. My body shuddered as my climax took control and I lost myself in convulsions. Montana appeared very pleased with himself, as he should be. He needed to believe that he was the man and could put it down regardless of anything he did. I would never in life make that mistake again of almost destroying his confidence in the bedroom.
After my climax and the throbbing in my clit subsided and I was done screaming out in ecstasy, I felt drained and expended. I just lay there next to Montana resting my head on his chest. My breasts were pressed into his side while I allowed myself to drift off to sleep with the biggest smile spread across my face. The future of our relationship was uncertain, but for now he was sated and I could work on making this shit between us official.
Chapter 8
One Month Later
Daisy
The salt from my tears coated my lips. All I wanted to do was be able to talk to momma again. It was still hard to think about her everyday and not be able to go and be in her presence at the drop of a hat. It was surreal, like living in a movie that kept replaying over and over skipping over the happy part. I didn’t know how I made it this far without her but like with everything being without her was becoming a little easier day-by-day.
As I lay in Quince’s big ass bed hitting a blunt, I started to think of how my life had taken a drastic turn in such a short time. I had gotten engaged to the man of my dreams, lost twenty-five pounds, and let Quince introduce me to some blazing ass green. I hung around a ton of people in the past that smoked but it was never something that I wanted to do.
Quince convinced me that it would help to relax my emotions and keep me from crying so much. He was right about the emotions slowing down but every now and then tears would still escape my eyes. Weed was good but it could never take the pain away that I felt inside from losing her.
I took another pull of the blunt and set it in the ashtray before darting out of the room headed towards the wildly ringing front doorbell. My tank top clung to my torso as I pulled my booty shorts out of my crack. I checked the peephole. Ugh. The face standing on the other side of the peephole haunted me in more ways than one. I slowly began tiptoeing away from the door. Fuck that shit. I wasn’t in the mood for conversation of any kind. I was in desperate need of continuing my mini vacation since I had withdrawn from my law classes until next semester.
“I know you’re in there. I can hear you moving around in there. Gon’ and open the fucking door.”
Fuck, I thought heading back towards the door snatching it open getting in my ghetto mode. “What’chu need?”
“Uncurl your lips bitch. I’m just here to see Q. The babies need diapers. Now where he at?” She popped her gum loud as ever while rolling her eyes every chance she got.
“Hmm, well he ain’t here. I don’t know what to tell you.” My eyes searched her body noticing the fresh pair of J’s on her feet coupled with a crisp Gucci fit. “Looks like you might’ve had the money but somehow it got flushed down the toilet.”
The casual smirk on my face gave off a sarcastic mood. I flipped my hair and crossed my arms with certainty. Just because I had lost a few pounds didn’t mean that I was incapable of beating a bitch down still. The girl’s eyes searched me. She didn’t even crack a snide look. The last time I saw her she had two babies with her. This time she was alone and probably way better prepared to fight. I was waiting on that bitch to make one dumb ass move.
“What you trying to be smart or something?” She hissed. “Don’t worry about it boo, cause as soon as he hit that he’ll be on to the next one and he’ll be escorting you and your shit to the door. So don’t get comfortable boo boo.”
“Oh trust me, I’m here for life. Got it?” I flashed the rock on my engagement ring in her face as I squeezed my lips together. “What you know about this young ghetto bird? Nothing? I know. Get you one of these then come back and talk to me.”
“You ain’t special bitch,” the girl breathed as her eyes bulged. “Ugggh. Just tell Q I said to fucking call Felicia. I need to talk to him.”
“I sure won’t bitch.” The fuck she thought this was. “Beat it. Tramp.”
The girl stormed down the stairs in pure disgust. I laughed so hard when I shut and locked the door that I didn’t even see Quince standing behind me with his arms folded staring hard at my amusement. He scared the shit out of me so bad that I must have jumped back twice. He tossed his car keys on the island counter and moved closer to me checking outside the window to check and see if the girl was gone.
“Damn you came out of nowhere. I’m gonna need for you to make some kind of noise or put a bell on your ass or something. You’re like a ninja with that shit.” I moved closer to him pressing my body against his. “Hey baby. How was your day?”
“It was cool. Who was that you were just talking to?” He looked serious as fuck as he past by me heading over to the window pulling the curtains back a bit.
“That was just that ghetto
ass trick that was fighting with your last in-house guest a few months ago. She came back asking about some diapers for her babies. Shit if you ask me, it didn’t look like she was missing any dough at all. With that whack ass outfit she was wearing, it seemed more like she needed to get her priorities in order,” I giggled a bit.
“Yeah well, I’ve gotta get some blood tests for them damn babies to see if they’re really mine,” he mumbled leaving the window before I could plant a welcome home kiss on his lips.
“But you were careful you said. You said there was no way in hell you could be the father right?”
“I don’t know Daisy. It’s always some bullshit when it comes to that type of shit. But don’t trip. I’m going to get to the bottom of the shit for real.” Quince walked past me, as his eyes were fixated on the picture of the big booty model hanging above the mantel.
“You’re not giving up on us already,” I paused feeling huge lumps form in the depths of my throat. “Are you?”
“Never.” Quince playfully pinched my chin before bringing his lips down to mine.
He headed back into the kitchen picking up a large Louis Vuitton duffle bag from off the floor setting it on the counter. Curiosity killed the cat in me, wondering what the hell was in the bag. Quince was so guarded with the layers of his life but if I were to be his wife I would need to know all about the family business. Still, I was a tad afraid to ask what was going on or what he actually did for a living. I guess I was just waiting on him to offer up the information rather than have me probing like a fucking alien. I just needed to know if there was any truth to momma’s suspicions of him not being the man he portrayed himself to be.
“Well, I’m going back upstairs to finish my blunt. You wanna join me?” I asked seductively.
“Hell yeah I do.” Quince didn’t hesitate to head over towards me grabbing my body from behind as we marched up the stairs and into the bedroom. “So what was ol’ girl saying though?”
“That bitch thought she was going to come through the door and barge in like she lived here or something. Talking about ‘tell Q he needs to call Felicia’. She was about to get her ass whooped. She’d better be glad I was in a good mood,” I chanted before plopping down on my stomach on the bed.
