I craved it.
The women that I’ve fucked wanted me to make them feel better about who they were. Wanted me to be some sort of hero. Wanted me to fix it. Whatever it was. I was needed to fix it, and it called to the alpha in me to rise up. But fuck, to deal with a woman who didn’t need me for shit. Even if it was my dick. Sheryl South did not need a man, me or anyone, for that matter. Which meant if she chose to spend her time with you, it was because she wanted to. It was not out of need. If she allowed me to kiss her and kissed the fuck out of me back, it was because that is what she wanted, and that shit made me feel good. It also made me wild.
Pulling her off the couch, I led her into the bedroom. Where all of this shit began. Us settling the growing score between us taunting the other. It was in the bedroom where we’d solved that fight. It would be in the bedroom where I planned to solve this next one too.
The first time, I wasn’t sure what to expect because the woman pushed me on the bed and pounced as soon as we crossed the threshold. Then she’d wrapped those red fucking lips around my dick and sucked the absolute life out of me. This time, I was ready for her ass. Circling her, as she was pretty short, I began to undress her from the back, starting with the elegant dress she wore to the wedding, then the bra that held up two of my favorite assets on her. Those beautiful, brown, and bountiful breasts.
Sheryl stepped out of her heels and shrank before my eyes. The only piece of clothing she had on was the thong that revealed, yet hid so much treasure. Her sweet pussy for one, but also that tight ass of hers.
“Do you plan to just stare at my ass?” the sassy woman taunted.
This landed her with my hand slapping her butt cheek and making it bounce.
Fuck. My dick was hard, just thinking about how it would move and shake as I fucked her tight cunt.
“Don’t tease me with one slap to my ass, Jacquez.” She was taunting me.
“On your knees,” I commanded.
“With pleasure.” She began to lower, but I stopped her by nabbing her elbow. “On the bed.”
With one sashay then another step, she climbed on the bed, opened her legs, and knelt so I had full access to her thong-covered ass. Both globes stared at me, and I just wanted to bite each of them. Claim them and let them know that Daddy was home. With a slap to each of them, Sheryl moaned and extended it out for me a little more. Then it was my teeth that connected with that perfect-shaped ass. It was just right, round and enough for me to hold on to, lick, kiss, fuck, and squeeze.
“Yes, Jacquezzz,” Sheryl moaned. “Give me those teeth.”
With other women, it was rough and too much. Not with Sheryl. She enjoyed every moment of it, so I gave her what she wanted.
Following the trail of her thong string between her ass cheeks, I slid a finger inside of her cunt, and fuck me, she was scorching hot and wet. Sliding my free hand to rub the fabric that covered her wet clit, I began to massage it. This caused the thong to be drenched with her juices and me heady with her scent as my tongue twirled around her ass hole. Her moans and pleas for help were killing me, and my dick was pressed against my trousers.
Her scent would be on me for days, I knew, but didn’t care as I pushed my face and fingers farther into her. It was like a drug, and I knew I was about to overdose.
Addicted—and nothing was like that for me, outside of making money. For a while, I thought this insane attraction was because she’d left me in the middle of the night, like I was a quick fuck and she was done. Then I realized it was her, and I was the one who couldn’t stop our banter even before we had sex. There was a determination to be with her, and she was just as hell-bent on showing me up. Was it for the chase, the kill, the sweet sound of victory? Maybe. But this taming of her was beyond my