Page 12 of Gang of Roses: Dice

“Don’t say it. Only person in this pussy is me, love. Don’t do God like that. Do you hear me?” I said, deciding to adjust her thunder legs at an angle that gave me better access. When she threw her leg over my shoulder, that was all she wrote. I went to work, delivering strokes so powerful she would wobble for a week.

“Y-yes. Yes, I hear you,” she cried out from pleasure.

“Good girl.”

This girl had my ass talking.

This shit was different…way different. Global walked like she knew what that muthafucka felt like once a nigga got inside. I should have known better.

I pulled my cream-coated shaft out, and the sight of her donut glaze let me know I was in too deep with this rookie act. My shaft was so coated with her juices. The disconnect was instant, and my dick begged to go back. Now, I understand how ET felt. The little ugly nigga just wanted to go home. But I needed to gain some control in this room.

I tapped my member against her fat folds to pull my head together before diving back in. The buzz gave us both a euphoric feeling. I flicked the piercing and eased my way back in slowly, stretching that fat pussy wide before pulling out and thrusting back in.

“Hmmm… ahhh…dammit,” she moaned.

I bit my lip because I knew the feeling. Since I lost my virginity, I never wanted to cry out like a bitch, but I was spent in here tonight.

I swirled my hips, allowing her to feel all of me. This was no Mac and Cheese; this was making gravy from scratch. I leaned down and started to flick my tongue on her pierced nipples, making sure I showed them equal attention.

“Whewww Ritzzzz.”

Her eyes looked like they were about to close from pleasure.

“Eyes on me.”

I slowed my pace, allowing all hip and dip, using my dick to stir the pot. I could tell by the ‘O’ shape her lips formed that she didn’t expect my wide back ass to deliver that kind of motion.

She was wet.

“I’m bout to cum,” she moaned.

Damn talking her through it. I was gonna stroke her through as many orgasms as she could handle tonight. I pulled her by her pillow-soft hips and pinned her in place so she could feel all these inches, while occasionally snaking my back, every thrust had them eyes rolling to the back of her head. It wasn’t long, and she was putting that secret patty sauce on a nigga.

“I’m cummmm innnn, Ritzzz. Ouuuuu.” Her thunder thighs wrapped around my body, pushing my frame into hers. The vibrator flushed against her clit. She was completely unraveling.

Shitttt this girl was fucking me up.

Nothing blocked the feeling; it was crazy, hell, even reckless. I could feel all of her, her warmth and tightness, sucked me in every time, but we lived for the moment.

I kept a steady pace until she came down from her high. The dick was still stroking her fat pussy through it.

“Turn that ass over,” I demanded.

She was wobbly, but she obeyed. Once she flipped her ass over and created the perfect arch. I couldn’t help myself; I slapped that big ass, wishing I had an ink machine to tattoo my name permanently. I removed the ring, got a good grip with her soft and plushy body, slid back in, and went to town in that pussy. But shawty was not a slouch; she threw that big muthafucka back. One thing about a BBW, they ass created a damn tidal wave. They had soft skin and enough fupa for the best handles for grip.

“Ah… ahh…ahhh.”

She went wild with each stroke.

That morning, I didn’t miss the tears she let flow while bouncing on my dick until the early morning. Something definitely was off, but she wasn’t drunk to the point that I was coaching her through orgasms like a damsel in distress. I didn’t see a ring, but I hope I wasn’t stroking on another man’s wife. Oh well, it was too late now. The shit was just too good for me to fight my way out. I let go. She let go. We let go all night, so much so that paying the marker was worth it.

Highest pussy I ever bet on.

Snapping out that night, here we are a couple of years later, and nothing matches that night.

The way big mama rode me? Hell, my ass slept half the next day. Again... that was a first in years.

I still don’t know why I felt like she was different. Maybe a part of me felt like she needed one night to be free, and the reckless parts of me wanted to be free too. For one night, neither one of us had responsibilities, expectations, or the weight of the world sitting on our shoulders. We were just two strangers who found peace in each other’s chaos. Finding peace in the sheets and every damn part of this penthouse.