Page 20 of Memoir of a Heaux
He slid back abruptly, making me exhale and give him a confused look because I was so close to my release. Then he slipped both his arms underneath the back of my thighs and lifted me into the air.
Never mind that he was feasting on my pussy like a junkyard dog, the way he was tossing me from one place to the other like I was a rag doll was so fucking sexy.
“Ooh!” I screeched once he hoisted me to his shoulders, and I wrapped my legs around his neck.
He had one hand palming my ass, and with the other, he was underneath my thong and teasing the rim of my asshole.
“Shitttt!” I moaned.
I held the back of his head and let him bring me to an orgasm. When the pleasure coursed through me, I held his head there. I knew I was smothering him, but running from the feeling was not an option at that point. From where I was, it’s a long way to fall.
Once I stopped shaking, he let me down and fixed my skirt before he wiped his beard and started walking toward the door.
“I’ll be waiting on you outside.” He said barely above a whisper.
I was literally gasping for air. The kind of heaving where your stomach goes all the way in before it expands. I was fucking winded, and my legs felt weak.
He had eaten me good. I said fuck the papers, grabbed my bag from my desk, turned off the light, and headed toward the front lobby.
Big A was standing there, sucking on his bottom lip as I walked outside. He locked up for me and made sure that the door was secure while I got into the back seat, and then we pulled away from the building.
As usual, we drove in silence while he stole glances at me through the rear-view mirror. I asked him to take me to a drive-thru to get something quick to eat, and then he made a pit stop at the store.
When he stopped in front of my house, I was already full and mentally recharged. Although I had said I was done, I was still prepared to spend the next few hours in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about my answers to the interview questions. But he had other plans.
“Thank you, goodnight,” I said softly, the same as I always did.
He smirked at me and then pulled me by my hand. I stopped in my tracks just as he grabbed my chin and lowered himself so that we were face to face.
“Tell me that later.” He said with his mouth just inches away from mine.
I smirked while I was contemplating if I wanted to invite Big A into my house. With everything that has been occupying me, I haven’t had time to do anything. But the man standing in front of me was a welcome distraction. If his head was that good, the dick was worth a try. I had already broken two of my rules; I might as well take it all the way.
I pushed his hand away from my face but didn’t let it go as I led him to my front door and through my house to my bedroom. Normally, I never invited men into my space, but he had already been all up and through my home. Especially when I needed something carried inside, or when he conducted his routine walk-through.
We went inside, and I placed my belongings on the counter before we went upstairs to my bedroom.
He stood in the center of my room and undressed me with his eyes before I even took off the first piece of clothing. But I let him watch me as I unbuttoned each button of my shirt and shimmied out of the pencil skirt that clung to my hips. He adjusted himself in his pants before I went over to him and started to undress him as well. I pulled at the bottom of his shirt and brought it over his head before I undid the belt that held his holster and gun and placed it on my nightstand. Last, I unbuttoned his cargo pants.
They pooled at his feet, and he stepped out of them. The head of his dick played peekaboo with me from underneath his boxers. It was big, and the way it started to harden and make the leg of those boxers tighter by the second had my mouth watering.
“Let’s go bathe,” I said, finally breaking the silence that was so thick in the room, and went toward my bathroom.
He slapped my ass and then reached into his pocket and got a box of condoms before he stepped out of his boxers. I walked ahead of him to turn on the water, but once I turned and saw his massive body towering behind me, and the way his dick swung, my hoe spirit rejoiced.
I didn't even bother with turning on the bathtub because, as tall as he was, I knew that he wasn’t going to fit inside it. I turned on the shower instead and then lowered the seat I had installed.
I only had a millisecond to get underneath the water and squeeze the soap on my body before he was all over me. He had me pinned between him and the tile in the shower as he leaned down and kissed me.
He sat on the bench and then turned me away from him and made me bend over. His tongue slid from my ass to my pussy. I jerked forward a couple of times when he placed sloppy kisses on my asshole. I scratched his legs, and I struggled to stay up. My head was damn near underneath the steady stream of water, but I didn’t give a damn, and neither did he.
When I came, my body shook as he tried to hold me up and continue eating. I could hear him moaning as he did it. When I turned around, he had cum, and it heightened everything that I was feeling because he was definitely an eater if he could cum from just pleasing me.
I grabbed a clean towel and wiped up the mess he made on his lap. Stroking his dick back to life, I took the condom that he had brought into the shower and opened the pack and slid it down on his shaft.
Then I sat down on it, his dick filled me as my walls hugged him tightly. We both groaned as I sat down completely on his dick.
He gripped my hips instantly.
