Page 27 of Street Heiress 3
“I’m sorry for accusing you of cheating on me. I do appreciate all the time, and the effort that you’ve put into our relationship. I know that all the stuff we do is just as new for you as it is forme. My mom asked you to come over and meet her, and the rest of my family, and you did it without any hesitation. We had a talk before we got together, and I told you not to hurt me. I told you not to make my first relationship something traumatic for me, and you listened to me. You love on me out loud, even when I haven’t always been so comfortable receiving it in front of everyone. You let me move in with you, which I know was a big deal for you, considering that you never even allowed women to know where you live. I got in my head the other day. I shouldn’t have accused you of cheating on me. I’m sorry,” this had to have been my millionth apology.
I would hate for anyone to see our text message thread. The shit that I was sending to his phone, you would think that I was loony and missing a few screws.
After everything that I just finished saying to him, he never responded. I didn’t care if he responded, or not. I just wanted his ass to forgive me.
Dolo was wearing a snapback on his head, so I reached up, and I removed it. I tossed it in the passenger seat. I ran my hands through his short curls, loving how healthy they felt. I leaned my head in, placing kisses on his face. He was trying to act all nonchalant, like his ass didn’t miss me, or as if he wasn’t fazed by me kissing him, but I knew he was pleased. Just like I was right where I wanted to be in this moment, I knew that Dolo was right where he wanted to be as well.
My lips made its way to his neck, where I placed kisses. Kisses, and sucks. He was right there, still puffing on his joint. I was sitting right on his dick, so I could feel it hardening in his jeans. I didn’t know the first thing about riding dick. I mean, he’s put me on top before, but I always felt like I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, so he would change positions.
A bitch was desperate to get back on his good side, so after kissing, and sucking on his neck, I quickly removed myself fromhis lap, so that I could go back to my side, but just for a second. I quickly removed the hoodie over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my breast were instantly exposed. Next, I removed the pajama bottoms that I had on, along with my underwear. I was freezing, so I warmed the car up a little bit by turning the air up, and then I made my way back into his lap.
I lifted myself slightly, so that I could unbuckle his jeans. Once the jeans were unbuckled, and I zipped them down, I removed his gun as well. I sat it inside the cupholder, and I slid his jeans, and briefs down a little bit. His dick was standing up, damn near touching the roof of the car.
The joint was in between his lips, as he took a long pull. His stare was intimidating me a little bit. I got my ass up here like I knew what I was doing, when I knew that I didn’t. I couldn’t back out of it now.
Feeling bold as hell, I placed one hand on his chest, the other one on the base of his dick, rubbing it up, and down my pussy that was already dripping for him, and I slowly lowered myself onto it, biting my lip hard as hell in the process, while looking him in his eyes.
That dick felt ten times bigger, and heavier, as I tried to sit all the way down on it. I sat halfway down on it and tried to ride him like that.
“Sit down on it all the way, or I’ll sit you down on it all the way,” he voiced, and you could hear the seriousness in his voice.
I needed some kind of help. Something to hold on to. Some kind of motivation. I was able to wrap my arms around his neck, as if I was hugging him, allowed the pain to slowly subside, lowering myself down on the dick, and I slowly started going up and down, crying in his ear at how good it felt. Not moaning. Not whining. I was in his ear crying because of the feel of that dick. It was deep in my guts, and Dolo was up under me, only slowlystroking me, just giving me a little bit of thrill, and even that had me going crazy.
“You gonna forgive meeeeee?” I moaned, arms still wrapped around his neck, bouncing up, and down on the dick, having my way. I was in my own world… floating.
“Forgive you for what? Name all the shit you did,” he spoke back to me.
“Accused you of cheating,” I moaned, and then he took his free hand, and slapped me hard as hell on my ass. My body jerked at the slap, but I kept the pace going and continued riding him.
“What else?” he asked, after blowing smoke in the air.
“I wasn’t appreciative….. Dolooooo….. babyyyyy…. I don’t wanna squirt… I don’t wanna squirt,” I cried out, trying to get off him because I felt that feeling where it felt like I was getting ready to piss on him.
This man wrapped an arm around my waist, locking me in, and he started drilling into me, sending me to a place that had my head spinning, eyes rolling, voice getting caught in my throat, as I squirted on his dick, doing it long, and hard.
“Shit. Oh shit!” I croaked, removing my head from the crook of his neck, and I crashed my lips into his, kissing him.
The kiss was out of this world, nasty. The kind of kiss where I felt like I was cumming again. I don’t know who I was feeling like tonight, but I don’t think I’ve ever kissed this nasty before. My pussy was throbbing, as it had a tight grip on that dick, and usually, I would need a few seconds to get myself together after busting a big nut, but there I was, riding again, ready to make another mess on it.
Dolo had his phone in the cupholder. I watched him as he picked it up, unlocked it, and he maneuvered his fingers around, and then placed the camera in front of him. One hand was holding the blunt that he was puffing on, while the other oneheld the phone in his hands. I was so locked in right now, that I didn’t give a damn that he was recording.
“Dominiqueeeeeee….. daddyyyyy… I love youuuu,” I cried out, going up and down on that dick at a slow rhythm.
“Come on, baby. Fuck your way out the doghouse,” his words made the hairs on my body stand up.
I got goosebumps all over listening to him talk to me. The sounds that my pussy was making was loud as hell. Each time it slammed down, it sounded like straight water being mixed around. Dolo recorded a little more, and he tossed the phone back down in the cupholder. He put the blunt out too, and I already knew he was about to put my little ass to work.
As I bounced up and down on that dick, I watched him pick his hand up, and he put his thumb in my mouth. I had no idea why he did that, but I was so freaked out right now, that I sucked on it, coating it, getting it wet, and then he pulled it out.
He laid the seat back as far as it could go, causing me to crash harder into him, but I never stopped riding that dick. His strong arm wrapped around me, and with the same finger that he just put in my mouth, I felt it go near my ass, where he just fingered it in a circular motion as I continued riding, and then he slowly pushed it in, making me squeal.
“Relax, baby. Keep doing what you were already doing,” he talked to me, his eyes low through the Prada frames that he was wearing.
I’m telling you, those glasses brought out this nastiness in him. He taught me something new every time that we had sex, and now, here he was tonight, slipping that thumb in my ass, while I was riding him, and when I tell you my eyes started rolling deep, I was loud as hell, soaking wet, and just all around losing control from what my body was experiencing.
His lips found my nipples, in which he started sucking, and that was the icing on the cake for me. He had me. He was fuckin me and doing shit to me that was going to have me pass out.
“Why you doing this shit to meeeeee?” I moaned, as tears were falling from my eyes because of the passion.
