Page 38 of When I Thug You Like That

“Sssss, yeah, that’s it,” I said low. “Suck that dick.”

She hummed around the base of my dick, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning out loud like a bitch. When she went from sucking with no hands to the hand and suck combo, I grabbed a fistful of her hair, not giving a fuck about her sew in.

“Shit, hol’ up.” Grabbing hold of her shoulders, I pulled back, and she released my dick with a loud pop. “Take that off.” I motioned to her shirt.

“No. We fuckin’, not making love. I only sucked it ‘cause I like doing it.”

“Girl, you wanna play hard to get so bad. Turn around and toot that ass up then.” I smacked her thigh.

“Stop, nigga!” She punched me in my leg and turned over, putting an arch in her back.

Conscious of Baby Jay sleeping in the next room, I couldn’t slap her ass like I wanted to, so I gripped both cheeks instead and lined up at her opening. I slid the head of my dick up and down her slit teasingly, watching her juices seep out of her.

“Stop playinggg,” she whined, pushing back into me slowly. “Ohhhhh.” She shuddered around me.

“Uh huh. Throw that shit back and stop actin’ like you don’t wanna give a nigga this pussy, India.” I stayed steady, letting her rock back and forth, so she could get her shit off.

“Ooouuu. You good dick havin’ ass nigga. I can’t stand you,” she uttered through a pleasure filled moan.

Leaning over, I grabbed her by her throat, pushing every inch inside her until I reached the hilt. I whispered in her ear. “I can’t stand yo’ ass either, but I really like this pussy.”

I bit her ear and began stroking her steady and deep at an even pace, making her thighs shake. Every time she tried to speak, I hit that spot, and her words turned into a moan that she had to swallow.

“We fuckin’, not makin’ love,” I reminded her while punishing her pussy so good. “You don’t get to talk.”

“Ahhhh, I’ma… I’ma… oouu fuck.”

She was about to cum and so was I. My strokes sped up, and I reached around to play with her swollen clit.

“You gon’ cum all over this dick, and you betta not wake up my son. You hear me?”

“Mmmhmm,” she whimpered.

“I don’t understand that.”

I hit that spot again and again until I felt her pulsing around me, then the floodgates opened.

“Yesss. I’m cummin’. Fuckkk.”

“Good for you. Me too.”

I pulled out just in time, bussin’ all over her back. She collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, legs still shaking from the aftereffects of an orgasm.

“Where the wipes at?” I asked, dick still wet and semi hard.

“In my nightstand.”

I reached over into her nightstand and grabbed the pack of wipes she kept inside. Using a couple to wipe my seeds off her back, I then wiped her essence from my dick.

“Zelle me and lock the door when you leave.”

“You sellin’ pussy now?” I smirked, pulling up my jeans.

She looked back over her shoulder. “Nope. I’m just not giving it to you for free. Goodnight, nigga.”

I nodded, laughing. “Respect.”

Leaving out the same way I came, I checked on Baby Jay once more. He hadn’t moved since I checked on him earlier, still knocked out in the middle of his bed. Satisfied he was good, I walked to the front to put on my coat and shoes and made my exit just as quietly as my entrance. By the time I made it to my car, India still got on my nerves, shit still wasn’t solved between us, and Tay was still right.