“Jah…” I whispered, just before his lips met mine.
“You gonna let me taste that pussy again? Hmm?” He grinned down at me while licking his lips.
In response, I scurried out of that kitchen like it was on fire.
4
Jah
Nine months earlier...
Trisha had a nice vehicle, an Acura MDX. It was spotless, too, inside and out, and that told me she probably had a man. She was giving me a ride home from Kareema’s house, my damn hand still hurt from hitting Shawn Thomas’s bitch ass, and besides the fact that Tricia was thick as hell and pretty with smooth brown skin and deep dimples and smelled like coconuts, fighting always made me horny, and at that moment, I was working overtime to hide a hard dick.
I just knew she had a man, but I needed to find out for sure. If she did, I didn’t need that trouble.
“Uh, thanks again for the ride. Nice truck,” I said.
“Thank you. I like it.” She had a little attitude in her voice, but shit, I liked that in a woman. I was crazy as fuck; a mild-mannered woman wouldn’t last long around me.
“Your man got it for you?” I fished.
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah.”
Damn. “Smart man. You know I’m a mechanic, right? These are some good vehicles.”
She glanced at me. “Good to know he did this right.”
Awwwww, shit. Sounded like that nigga was on thin ice. My mouth started watering. “Oh, word? Your dude fucking up?”
She sighed. “I’ve already said too much. We’re good.”
Fuck. I shrugged. “A’ight.”
When we finally made it to my crib, I thanked her again, sat there for a second, and said, “I’ma hop in my truck and follow you home. Ain’t safe for you to be driving alone after dark.”
Giving me a smirk, she said, “I do a lot of shit alone. I’ll be fine.”
“I don’t doubt that, but I’ma still follow you home.”
“No, you’re—”
“Got damn! I’m following your ass home and that’s it!” I didn’t mean to yell, but shit! Stubborn ass…
She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Fine, boy.”
I left her truck and headed to mine.
Tricia
I watched Jah Mitchell leave my vehicle and walk to his, and I was so damn glad that negro was out of my space. Jah was undeniably fine and magnetic, big and imposing and I swear he oozed testosterone and a bunch of other shit that had my pussy on high alert. But I had a man, a man I loved, I guess. So many years had passed, and he’d fucked up so many times that I honestly wasn’t sure how I felt about him. I suppose I was just comfortable with what we had. I wasn’t trying to learn a whole new man at my age.
The rear lights of Jah’s truck lit up, and I was just about to back out of his driveway when an alert popped up on my phone from Messenger. I’m not sure why I opened it right at that moment. but I did and damn near dropped my phone. It was a picture of Saul, my damn Saul, lying in a bed asleep with his mouth open, a bed other than ours. And he was naked. The pic was from someone named Nikki ThaBagChaser, a new Facebook friend of mine, and she captioned it with: Knocked him out with this pussy. You better come get him before I start riding his face.
I started to call Saul, but I knew the drill. He’d lie, I’d cry, and a week or two later, neither of us would mention this shit again, because I was too fucking stupid to just leave him or make him leave me. So I sat there and stared at my phone, nearly jumped out of my skin when a knock came at my driver’s side window, and rolled it down to see Jah’s concerned face staring at me.
“You a’ight?” he asked, and in response, I started crying.
Ten minutes later, I found myself in Jah’s neat living room, sitting on his sofa, waiting for him to return with a glass of water. I had never been in a house so clean. It was literally spotless. It was also the very definition of minimal. Nothing on the walls, no rug on the pristine hardwood floor, and it smelled good, like pine or something.
When he returned with my water, I asked, “You got a maid?”
“Nah,” he replied, settling into a recliner across from me.
“Your woman must be a neat freak then.”
“No woman right now unless you want the position or something.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, boy.”
“I like the way you say that.”
“Say what?”
“Boy.”
“So you keep this place clean like this?” I asked, ignoring his sexy ass.
“Yep.”
“Wow.”
“Why were you crying?”
I set the water on the coffee table and stood. “I’m okay to drive now,” I announced.
Without a word, he grabbed a coaster from the opposite end of the rectangular table and set my glass on it. Then he said, “It’s got to do with your man? If he ain’t treating you right, leave his ass.”
“And go where? Do what? I don’t have a job.” The words had rushed out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying. I stood there startled by my own admission, my eyes on Jah.
“I wanna fuck you,” he informed me.
My. God.
My mouth dropped open, and my body? Hell, it felt like it was going to implode. “What?” I asked.
“I wanna fuck you,” he repeated.
“But I-I-I have a man.”
“I know.”
“Uh…”
“I mean, we ain’t gotta do it. I just wanted you to know that you got options. You are pretty and fine and sexy as hell, thicker than Texas toast.” He licked his lips and then added, “I wonder how you taste. Shit.”
“You’re just trying to make me feel better?” I squeaked.
“Naw, Ma. I most definitely wanna fuck you. My dick was hard just from sitting in that truck next to you. I wanna fuck you in every room of this house, and I wanna eat your pussy.”
I stood there like a damn statue and stared at him.
He rose to his feet, towering over my five-five frame, looking like he could crush my two hundred and sixty pounds with little effort, as he said, “But if you gotta go, you gotta go. Come on, I’m still gonna follow you home.”
I think my brain might have shut down, because the next thing I knew, I’d dropped my keys and was on him, my arms wrapped around his big neck and my lips on his. In a millisecond, my eyes were closed, our tongues were colliding, and a mixture of masculine and feminine groans populated the living room. I involuntarily jacked a leg up around his waist, and then both of my legs were around his waist and he was carrying my big ass through the house, never taking his mouth from mine. I figured out he’d carried me to his bedroom when he gently laid me on a bed. When he ended our kiss, I opened my eyes.
As I tried to slow my breathing, I watched him stand beside the bed and begin to undress, shedding his gray hoodie first and then his sweatpants. Neatly folding his clothes, he turned and placed them on the dresser. Jah was covered in muscles. I doubted there was an ounce of fat on his body.
Shhhhhit!
When he turned to face me again, I let my eyes stroll over his body as he finally took off his blue boxer briefs.
Got dayum!
I swear, my mouth filled with saliva at the sight of his dick. Closing my eyes, I reached down, covered my crotch through my jeans, and softly whispered, “I’m sorry, girl, but you gon’ have to take all of that tonight. All of it.”
“What?” Jah said.
In lieu of an answer, I jumped out of the bed and started shedding my clothes, letting them drop to the floor, and half expected him to fold them for me, but once I was naked, Jah stared at me, rubbed a finger over his top lip, and smiled.
“You are so damn fine, girl. So damn fine…” He grabbed his erection and began stroking it. “You sure you want this dick?”
“You got a rubber?” I asked.
“A whole fucking pack of them.”
I crawled back into his bed and was face-down, ass-up as I said, “
Then yeah, I’m sure.”
I heard him moan, or groan. Maybe it was a snarl, but I know he made a sound, and the next thing I felt was a finger in my pussy and a warm tongue on my clit.
“Fuck!” I yelled. “Shit, boy!”
He licked me from the back for a good two or three minutes and then flipped me over, spread my legs wide, and went back to work, slurping and sucking my clit, two fingers fucking my pussy now, and all I could do was yell and scream, and when the pressure reached its limit and an orgasm seized me, I felt tears rush from my eyes. I opened them in time to see him sheath himself, and then he was on top of me, sucking my neck as he eased the thickest, longest dick I’d ever laid eyes on inside me, slapping his big hand against the mattress beside me and clutching the sheet while shouting, “Got damn, Trish!” against my neck.
“Oh!” I cried. “Oh, oh, ooooh!”
His mouth left my neck, and I heard him croak, “Yeah, baby. Take all this dick.”
“Ffffuck, Jah!! Shit!” I replied, as he rocked in and out of me. He wasn’t rough. On the contrary, his thrusts were easy and rhythmic, smooth like we were old lovers, and that almost drove me completely insane, because it just felt so good.
As he suckled on my right breast, I felt tears filling my eyes again. The sound of him repeatedly invading my pussy, coupled with the aroma made from the mating of our bodies, in combination with his deep and intoxicating strokes was overwhelming. It was too much, but I wanted it. Hell, I needed it.
When I opened my eyes, he was frowning down at me.
“What?” I asked, and then added, “Shit!” Because…that dick!
“This pussy is too good. I could fuck you all night.”
“Then fuck me all night,” I whined. “Please fuck me all night.”
And he did, stretching my pussy beyond capacity over and over again. He screwed and licked me until I was sore and senseless, and when I finally snuck out of his house, leaving him asleep in his bed the next morning, I could barely walk.
5
Tricia
Now...
Maybe if I’d had sense enough to leave Jah Mitchell alone after that first night all those months ago, Kareema wouldn’t have had to drag me out of my assigned bedroom to the dinner table. The food was delicious, and the conversation was lively with Jah and Set doing most of the talking. I don’t think I’d ever seen Set smile and laugh so much, but Jah had that effect on people. To be so damn big, he was silly as hell.
I tried not to notice all the messages he got during dinner and how he grinned and shook his head every time he checked his phone. I also tried to convince myself that I wasn’t bothered by Set asking him if it was some bitch named Genesis texting him, just like I attempted to persuade myself that I didn’t want to crawl under that table and suck his dick. His big, thick, heavy, beautiful dick.
I grabbed my water and took a gulp as I eyed him in a wife beater, his arms taunting me, reminding me of how strong he was, how I’d showed up at his front door a month after that initial night of dick so good that I’d cut Saul—who thought I’d spent that night with Kareema because that was the lie I told him—off. I couldn’t stomach the thought of getting what I’d once thought was good dick when there was some excellent dick across town. So I’d left the comfort of my vast suburban home and driven to Jah’s house in a nightgown, coat, and sneakers, hoping he’d be alone, and he was.
When he opened the door for me, I had to force myself not to immediately climb him. He was just so damn sexy.
Looking me up and down, he asked, “Your man fucking up again?”
I didn’t answer, feeling stupid that my motives were that obvious. But I guess I didn’t need to answer, because he opened the door wider and welcomed me inside. He offered me a seat on his couch, sat down across from me, and without any preamble, asked, “You here to talk or fuck?”
I dropped my eyes and shook my head. “I don’t even know.”
“Yeah, you do. You just don’t wanna say it, but closed mouths don’t get fed, Tricia. If you want some dick, tell me you want some dick.”
Lifting my eyes, I softly said, “I want some dick, specifically, your dick.”
He stood, stripped out of the only piece of clothing he wore—boxers—and revealed that damn penis I’d been dreaming about. “What you wanna do with this dick, Tricia?”
I hopped up from that sofa like a crackhead who’d just spotted a big rock on the ground, dropped my coat and gown, kicked out of my shoes, and was on my knees in front of him so quick that it felt like I was outside of my body watching myself. Then I had his dick in my mouth, or at least as much of it as I could take into my mouth, sucking it while moaning loudly.
“Damn, Trish!” he groaned.
I glanced up to see that he had his eyes closed, a deep “V” in his forehead as he gently moved his hips. My mouth grew tired, but I kept sucking. My pussy throbbed, but I kept sucking. Sweat beaded on my forehead, saliva escaped from my mouth and dripped onto the floor, my heart raced in my chest, but still, I slid my hand up and down his shaft and kept sucking. He placed his hand on my head, digging his fingers into my braids, pushing my face against the rough hairs above his dick and making me gag on his length, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to come; I wanted to swallow his damn unborn babies. I swear I was in a dick-sucking trance or something, so when he backed away from me, taking his dick with him, I groaned in protest.
“Shit, Trish, you gonna make me stalk your ass and kill your nigga,” he said breathily. “Bend over the couch.”
“I wasn’t finished,” I whined, although my mouth was exhausted.
“I know, but I want that pussy and I want it now. Bend over the couch, Tricia.”
I almost fell trying to obey him, tooting my ass up so high that it was actually a damn shame. When he entered me, I yelped. When he reached around and squeezed my breast, I whimpered, “Ooooooo, shhhhhhit!”
“I missed this pussy, baby. I oughta punish your ass for keeping this pussy away from me. Don’t you think I should punish you?”
“Mm-hmm.” I was high off his sex. I didn’t know what I was saying.
“You gonna let me punish you all night?”
“Yes! Please punish me!”
He eased out of me and thrusted back in so hard and fast; my breath got caught in my throat. I heard him suck in a breath and mutter, “Got damn,” before thrusting again, and he just kept thrusting deeper and deeper and deeper, so deep that his dick had to be somewhere behind my damn heart.
He fucked me like the ho’ I was to leave my man’s bed to come screw him. Granted, Saul wasn’t home and was most likely out somewhere cheating on me, but this was still a ho’ move. Nevertheless, I enjoyed every second of it.
As he pounded into me, grunting and moaning and groaning, filling the room with the sound of his pelvis smacking against mine, I screamed and collapsed onto my knees from where I’d been on my feet, bent over the couch.
“Uh-uh,” he grunted. “Hell, naw…get up and take this dick, Tricia!”
“Oh, my godddd,” I wailed. “I can’t get up.”
“You done?” he asked. “You don’t want no more?”
“I want it. Shit, I need it. I just can’t get back up.”
“Lay on the couch, then,” he growled.
I did, and let out a weird gurgling sound when his mouth met my pussy. He licked it, spit on it, fingered it, and was inside me again before I could process what was going on. As I dug my nails into his back, tears flowed from my eyes.
“Why you crying? This dick making you cry, baby?”
“Yyyyes!”
“Want me to stop?”
“Hell no!”
And he didn’t.
He. Didn’t.
Several minutes later, he had collapsed on top of me, and I was trying to remember how to breathe, when he said, “Don’t drive over here in the middle of the night by yourself no more. Call me first. I’ll meet you somewhere and we can go to a hotel, or I’ll follow you here. This
ain’t the best neighborhood for you to be driving around in alone at night.”
“Jah—”
“I’m not playing with you, Tricia. Call me next time. You hear me?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
Jah
I wondered what she was thinking about as she sat at the dinner table staring into space. She was so damn pretty, and I knew for a fact that she had the kind of pussy that makes niggas lose their minds. That would explain why I fucked her all those times knowing she had a damn man. I wasn’t proud of myself, hadn’t told a soul about it, but I couldn’t stop it. And she always smelled so good…and clean. Yeah, I liked shit clean, probably because of my fucked-up childhood. I read somewhere that neat freaks sometimes have a pathological need for control. Well, I definitely didn’t control shit as a kid, not while being snatched out of my sleep to rewash all the damn dishes in the cabinets or fight my brothers at the crack of dawn. And I definitely couldn’t control my addiction to Tricia. I didn’t want to control it. I wanted her in my bed every night. I wanted her in my house when I got off work. I wanted her there, naked and wet and waiting for me so we could have sex for dinner. She’d said she didn’t have a job, and while that seemed to bother her, it was right up my alley.
“Jah, I might not let you leave when it’s time for you to go back home. I didn’t know you could cook like this!” Kareema said.
“Aw, this wasn’t nothing, sis-in-law. Glad you like it, though,” I replied, giving her a smile.
“Yeah, nigga! This shit slaps!” Set said. “Aye, you ready for this week, Rho Beta Gamma man?”
“Hell yeah! We finna show Vegas how it’s done!” I answered.
Set grinned. “I know you’ve been looking forward to this week.”
“Yuuup! And don’t forget, I got my own table and extra tickets for the public events. You and ‘Reema gotta come.”
“What I tell you ‘bout that ‘Reema shit? You think I can’t kick your big ass?” Set was crazy as hell, especially when it came to his wife, but I still liked fucking with him.
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