So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,30

wasn’t as stupid as he thought I was. I bent over, gripped his balls, and squeezed.

“Fuck! Okay, I’ll call ‘em up,” he bellowed and tried to pry my hands from his testicles.

“You better before I snatch ‘em off!” I was done putting up with his bullcrap and lies. Leesha was right, with niggas like mine you had to get ‘ignit’.

Boss Game

Blunt

With Mo’s hand wrapped around my family jewels squeezing like my shit was a lemon and she was intent on making lemonade, I would have agreed to anything.

“I’ma call ‘em. Just let my shit go, and I got you,” I promised, though I didn’t mean a word of it. That would be dumb as hell for me to call Mika and Luscious and put them on loud speaker for Mo’ to hear me cut them off. Man, she had me confused wit’ that whack ass nigga she was tryna hook up wit’ for dinner before I showed up and shut that shit down.

“I’m not playing, Blunt, you better call ‘em,” repeated Mo’ releasing the balls.

As soon as she let go, I snatched her ass by the front of her dress and pulled her into the tub of water.

“Ah, you’re getting me wet,” she cried with a soaked dress. Her hair was drippin’ wet wit’ bath water.

“I should drown yo’ ass,” I threatened. “You betta be glad I love you the way that I do.” I pulled her in my arms and tried to put my lips on her. She swung at me and turned her face away from mine.

“I don’t want your lips on me ‘cause ain’t no telling where they’ve been,” she accused, pummeling my chest wit’ both fist. “You’re either going to call those bitches or I’m done with your black ass. I’m fed up with your shit.”

I pinned her arms to her sides and pressed my naked chest against hers. Her nipple prints were pokin’ through her clothing. I stood up, lifted her up wit’ me, and roughly pressed her back against the wall. I sucked on her neck while I lifted her dress and slid a hand up her thigh. “Stop, Blunt!” she protested.

I ignored her and traced the folds of her wet slit. “I asked you…to…stop.” Her voice was becoming faint, so I knew that she was becoming weak to my touch. I ripped her dress open down the center and sucked her ta ta’s wit’ a hunger that was almost animalistic in its intensity.

“Please, Blunt, don't.”

I ignored her once again. I took her hand and wrapped it around my engorged muscle. When Mo’ felt my length and width, and its granite-like hardness, a moan escaped from her throat. I lifted one of her legs up, wrapped it around my waist, and slid my hardness deep inside her pussy. I grinded inside of her slow and hard until she grinded back in rhythm.

“Damn, Bae, yo’ pussy is my weakness,” I whispered in her ear as I hit the bottom.

“Ooh, Blunt, you’re turning me on talking like that,” she muttered and bit down on her bottom lip. Her pussy gripped my manhood like a glove.

“I’m fa real. I’ll kill you if you give this shit away. You hear me?” I penetrated in and out in long strokes and heard the lovely sound of her sopping wetness with each thrust.

“I hear your crazy ass.” She laughed and moaned simultaneously.

“Yeah, when it comes to you I’m crazy. Crazy like that glue.” I looked deep into her eyes and said, “You almost got that mothafucka murked tonight. If you ever creep out on me, I’ma body a whole bunch of shit. This pussy is mine, these pretty ass titties mine, and this ass is mine. Even yo’ ugly ass toes belong to me,” I kidded.

“Boy, you know my toes aren’t ugly.” She giggled. Hearing her laugh let me kno’ that she was still putty in my hands.

“Nah, they not ugly, Boo. Everything ‘bout my baby is beautiful. Now grind on this dick and promise me that you’ll never give this pussy away.”

Mo’ followed my command and ten minutes later her eyes rolled to the back of her head as an orgasm the size of Mount Everest ‘caused her to fall out in my arms. When she got herself together, she was in bed.

I called downstairs and had a bowl of Mo's favorite, mint ice cream, delivered to our suite.

When it arrived, she laid her head on my chest as I spoon-fed her. “Ummm. You can be so sweet, but