Page 3 of Color Me Broken
She took him deeper, her hand stroking what couldn’t fit in her mouth. She worked him expertly, knowing exactly how to please him and what he liked. Long, slow strokes followed by quick, shallow ones, then deep-throating him until he was literally twitching.
“Fuck, girl, you tryna make me bust already?” Juelz panted, his hands tangled in her hair. Tasha kept on sucking, ignoring him. She moaned around his dick, the vibrations sending shivers through his body.
She was in control now. He was on the verge of shooting all his seeds in her mouth until?—
Knock. Knock. knock.
Three knocks hit the door.
“You okay? How’d that fit?” the clerk called. “You need a bigger size?”
Tasha burst out laughing, as she still had a good grip on the shaft of his penis.
“Umm…no, she said loudly and sarcastically as she swayed his dick from side to side. “This one fit justfine.”
Juelz smirked, pulling her head back down to his mushroom head.
“Okay,” the clerk called back quickly—already walking away to help other shoppers.
She picked up the pace now, her head bobbing faster as she felt his balls tighten in her hand as she massaged them. “You like that shit, don’t you, Jue, baby?”
“Hell yeah, I do. I’m ‘bout to cum,” Juelz warned, his hips bucking upward.
“Fuck!” he shouted. He was about to release everything he had into Tasha's mouth because the way she was taking him down her throat, he couldn’t keep up.
Tasha didn’t pull back. Instead, she took him even deeper, swallowing around him as he exploded in her mouth. She was still sucking as if she wasn’t ready for it to be over; her throat muscle was clenching around him, milking him for every last drop.
Juelz couldn’t take it, going in a state of shock, pushing her head off his semi-erect penis. “Shit, stop girl, you got it,damn.The muthafucka soft now. You fuckin’ demon.”
She panted, breath short, lashes fluttering. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up, putting her clothes back on.
Juelz shook his head, laughing as he slumped back on the bench, trying to catch his breath. “You gon’ have me walkin’ outta here bow-legged, I swear to Gawd.”
Tasha adjusted her hair in the mirror. “You know how I get down. Now look at you, tapped out and tremblin’.”
“Girl, go ‘head on,” he waved her off, still out of breath. “Yo ass crazy.”
Just as he was pulling his jeans back up, his phone buzzed across the floor, the screen lighting up with Mar's name.
He glanced down at it, jaw clenching a little.
Tasha noticed. “Who that?”
He picked it up and answered. “Whaddup tho, my baby?”
Mar’s voice came through tight.“Need you to slide thru. Got a package for you, nigga.”
Juelz sighed, wiping a hand down his face. “Where at?”
“Warehouse off Old Bay.”
“Aight.” Juelz hung up and smacked Tasha on the ass. “Aye! I gotta go meet Mar.”
Tasha rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. She reached for her shirt, slipping it back over her head. “You stay with some shit, boy.”
He kissed her shoulder. “You mad?”
“Nah.” She pouted. “Today is supposed to be about me.”
