Page 12 of Just Listen
All bullshit aside, I wasn’t even one of those niggas that went around kissing random bitches in the mouth. Could literally count on a few fingers, because it hadn’t been many. But I swear that I was a different man that night. Big Baby had this essence that a nigga was just drawn to.
So, I was on the floor, kissing her, like I’d known her my whole fucking life.
“Damn, Big Baby,” I whispered, as my finger was now between her slit, rubbing her clitoris.
“Hold up,” she huffed out, after breaking our kiss. “Kiss this.” She placed a hand on top of my dreads.
“Mannn,” I drawled, as she guided my face down between her thighs.
Shit, maybe it was the liquor. Or the way her pussy felt. I can’t call it. All I know was that there was this burning need to please her, rumbling in my spirit, and I went with it.
Craning my neck, I snaked my tongue between her split. With the tip of my tongue, I flicked it across her pearl, until she was grinding that pussy into my mouth. Nimbly, she placed her legs behind her head, granting full access. That move withinitself had me geeked, because I’d never had a broad do that in bed before.
We definitely took freaked-out to a different level, as we got into 69 position, her on top, with my dick in her mouth.
Within minutes, her hips were wildly bucking, as I was throbbing in her mouth. Surprisingly, she didn’t attempt to move her head, and was nastily gulping my semen down.
“Ooh, shit!” I belted out, as the bones in my toes loudly cracked.
When we released one another, I was spent. My chest was heaving up and down, after she rolled off me, licking her lips.
“Got damn,” I huffed out, attempting to catch my breath.
Wearing a sneaky grin, she was leaning back on her palms with her legs spread, giving me a clear view of the slickness between her slit. Had me swearing that she was from a different fucking planet. There was no way that her pretty ass had just sucked my dick the way that she had.
The music was still bumping from the fridge, and Big Baby was cutely singing along.
“You should tell me your deepest stories and I’ma make it easy. You should tell me what’s bugging you and I’ma tell you ‘bout me,” she sang along with Rhianna in perfect harmony.
Sitting completely up, I tilted my head. “You sing?”
“So baby, if you say it (say it) Tell me what it is you like (like) Baby, baby, don’t be shy. Maybe you can spend the night. If you say it…”
She smiled, while her palms were still resting on the floor, as she lifted her ass. With her legs opened wide, she erotically rolled her hips, popping that pussy in my face.
Yeah. She most definitely was twirling on somebody’s pole, with those type of illicit moves. That had to be the case…and I just prayed to God that I didn’t catch nothing, because I was undoubtedly about to dive right back in. Raw.
Fuck it. You only lived once.
~~~Chapter 3~~~
“Good morning,” Big Baby spoke, as she stepped into the kitchen. Naked. Her hair was messy as fuck, but now I was convinced that it was all hers. Because there wasn’t a track in sight, even as she had most of it trussed up in a ponytail.
My eyes swept over all that body, before I smiled. Those titties sat up, saluting a nigga, while she stood there confidently. “You finally up, huh?”
“Yep,” she yawned and stretched, causing my dick to harden and strain against my boxers. “What are you cooking?” She asked, as she stepped closer, giving me a whiff of the fresh soap emitting off her skin.
I licked my lips, attempting to stifle back the lust coursing through my veins. “Veggie and cheese omelets, bacon, and French toast. And mimosas too.”
“Oh, wow. I didn’t take you as the cooking type,” she admitted, as she peered at the food on the stove.
I furrowed my brows. “What that mean?”
“It means that guys namedMalicearen’t usually the guys you expect to cook up a good meal for you.”
I studied her. “I guess I can accept that assessment.”
“You guess, huh—” She got out, as her cell rang in her hand. “Hold up,” she told me, before answering the call. “Hey, mama.” She stared at me, while she spoke into the phone. “No, I’m not at home.”
