Page 32 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
Pushing inside, she moaned with a slight hiss. I knew a nigga must’ve felt good to her cause she stopped gnawing on shawty for a minute. Slow strokes brought her back to life, and she matched the rhythm. I couldn’t lie, her walls was wrapped around my dick like a glove. Perfect fitting ass pussy. It wasn’t nothing else like it.
I didn’t give a fuck about the bitch she was entertaining. In my mind, Akira was mine already. Whether she knew that shit or not. Today was the last time all this gay ass shit was happening. I could promise you that. Sharing ain’t never been my fuckin’ forte.
The pace of my strokes fastened as I slipped a thumb in her ass. I got the reaction I wanted. She sat up relaxing her back on my chest. I was tearing her shit up and it wasn’t shit she could do about it. Her juices were coating my dick painting that shit white. She ain’t even know she was cummin’ on my shit the way she was. I said she looked good in cream but damn, she got me feeling the same ‘bout myself.
With her still pinned up against me, I asked, “Why you acting like you like this dick, Ma? I thought me and you would never happen.” I was making her eat her words.
“This dick feels so good, Shaun,” she cried out.
“Aye, this pussy doing it for a nigga, too. But finish pleasing shawty cause this yo’ last time in this bitch and with her. You hear me?”
A soft whisper gave me, “Yes.”
Snaking a hand around her throat, I asked again, “Do you hear me?”
“Yes Ashaun. Damn!”
Releasing her, she dropped down diving headfirst in shawty. This was the first and last time I was allowing her to get her rocks off so heavily. Continuing to pound her shit, her juices began to trail down my legs. She was leaking like a faucet, and her body was like putty in my hands. Anywhere I touched, she moaned. Anywhere I kissed, she moaned. She could pop her shit all she wanted, but she couldn’t deny how well our bodies meshed.
My hand came down on her right cheek hard causing her to cry out, “Fuuuuuck!” I repeated the same maneuver to herleft and got the same result. Smirking, I spread them both and delivered long strokes. I was touching her cervix each and every time enjoying the way she paused from eating pussy every couple of seconds because she couldn’t focus.
“Preference my ass. You love this shit.”
“No, I don’t. I swear I don’t!” she squealed.
“You creamy as fuck my baby. Yo’ pussy saying otherwise.” Pulling out to reposition myself, she followed without instructions leaving shawty on the couch with a wet ass. She went to straddle me backward when I stopped her. “Nah, face me. I got to see them love faces,” I demanded.
She did so without hesitation. “What the fuck, Akira? You ‘spose to be here for me, not him.”
“TJ, you don’t understand,” Akira moaned. “You’d be sitting on this muthafucka too if you knew how good it felt.” The whole time she spoke, her eyes were closed, and she was taking straight pipe. That so called preference she had went out the fuckin’ window with me.
“No, I wouldn’t. Fuck you, and don’t call me ever again!” Shawty shouted grabbing her shit and dipping. I truly ain’t give a fuck. I had no intentions of continuing that bullshit. I was all Akira needed and everybody in this muthafucka was gon’ know it by the end of the night.
I had a handful of ass and a mouth full of breast. Akira was sucking on a nigga neck trying to keep her composure as she bounced up and down on my shaft. Her walls had yet to turn a nigga loose. I was held hostage, and I had no complaints. Every time she rose up, I slammed her pretty ass down harder. I was rearranging guts to make room for all of me.
“I guess you do know how to work a pole,” I said referring to our first encounter.
“I ain’t never slipped or fell off. You better ask about me,” she threw back.
“Slow yo’ role, Mama, ‘cause if a nigga tell me anything ‘bout you, you gon’ meet him in the upper room. I can promise you that,” I threatened.
She offered a soft laugh before shutting me down for the umpteenth time. “This pussy got yo’ mind clouded. I ain’t shit to you but a nut and vice versa.”
Nodding, I quickly wrapped my arm around her waist and stood with the dick still inside. The way I was fuckin’ her wasn’t for hoes. We was meat to meat raw dogging like we stood in front of God and committed. If she thought this was just a nut exchange, she was wrong.
She had nowhere to go but in my arms. She wrapped around me like a second skin and allowed me to slam her shit on my dick repeatedly. The entire floor had stopped the shit they had going on to see why she was screaming so loud. This dick wasn’t nothing to play with. I never gave her a warning, but she had to know coming over here was a dangerous game to play.
“Oh my God! What you doing to meeeee?” she screamed as her juices squirted out onto my stomach.
“Changing yo’ preference,” I said wearing a devilish grin.
Akira had a pussy so warm and wet that it really didn’t matter what position you was in, that shit was gon’ feel good regardless. The more I pounded her shit, the tighter her box got. Her walls were damn near choking a nigga. I knew what was to come but she had no idea that her climaxing would make me do the same.
“Don’t cum on this dick if you ain’t ready for the consequences.”
I ain’t give her a chance to challenge me. I was still delivering long dick and maintaining eye contact. I had her locked the fuck in. Next thing I know, she was giving me exactly what the hell I wanted. She creamed on my wood so good the favor was returned within seconds. My kids were painting her walls with no remorse. Them consequences was gon’ be a muthafucka.
“Why you got to be so fuckin’ annoying, Ashaun?” she asked pecking my neck.
