Page 26 of Jagged Edges

Four.

Five.

I wondered how many licks it would take to get to the source of her peak. With eight thousand nerves on the tiny bulb, I desperately wanted to tap them all, internally and externally. But, for tonight, I focused on the exterior of the sensitive nub, caressing it ever so gently as Brisk squirmed beneath me.

“Oh my G-,” she cried, “Right there.”

A woman who wasn’t afraid to communicate in bed was a woman of greatness. Though I needed no help or direction, it wasn’t my pussy I was licking. I was slangingdickand plenty of it.So, until I learned her body inside and out, I didn’t mind a bit of direction. A study guide, I saw it as. A roadmap, helping me meet her needs and mine at the same fucking time.

“Right here?” I teased, applying pressure to the spot she’d deemed as most pleasurable.

“Ummmm hmmmm,” Brisk barely responded, verbally, but nodded her up and down to confirm.

Her wetness was evidence that the very spot I was enjoying was where I needed to be. Delegating the task of keeping the focus on it, I replaced my tongue with my thumb and moved further down her slippery slope. Bald lips, ass cuff, thigh meat, and the entryway to bliss, all receiving a thorough slobbering as I explored her valley.

“Bello!” Brisk hummed.

“Shhhhh,” I silenced her, tracing my way back up to her throbbing clit.

B. E. L. L. O.

I wrote my name in cursive, forward, and then backward on her shit to solidify my place. Mark my territory, because there was no way I was ever giving this shit up. Not when it tasted so damn good and belonged to this fucking woman.

“It’s coming,” she warned.

“Then, let it,” I encouraged, ready for her to rain down on me.

At the sound of her cries, I could no longer avoid the bulge of my briefs. I freed my dick for once, massaging it as I continued to serve as the elevator that would take Brisk to her peak. Pre-cum, something I hadn’t experienced since a teen, oozed from my dick. The gooiness made a mess of my hand but lubricated the tip of it enough not to interrupt the flow of my strokes.

“It’s coming,” she announced, again. “It’s coming, Belllllllloooooo!”

It came. Brisk’s ass lifted from the sheets and began bouncing on my face. She was desperate to increase the friction and I’d be damned if I stopped her. Instead, I assisted, clamping down on her clit and sucking it profusely until she burst inside of my mouth.

“Oh GOD! Bellllllllooooooo!”

She left my shit leaking, full of her ejaculation. Her sensitivity came shortly after her explosion, leaving her too fragile to fully enjoy the continuation of my pleasure without spazzing at every lick. With a smile and drenched beard, I rose with a smile. Dick still in my hand, my knees supported me as I straightened my body. Hovering over Brisk, I had her undivided attention as I stroked my meat. Long, even strokes as she watched, completely enthralled with every move I made.

“Can I put it in my mouth?” She whined.

“He’s about to blow,” I warned her against it.

But, she refused to listen, climbing on fours and rushing toward me. Her warm, moist mouth engulfed me - sending me over the edge. I tried forcing her backward, but she refused. Completely unaware of what she was doing, Brisk slowly slid her lips and up and down my shit.

“I’m about to bust, baby.”

“Then, bust,” she stopped briefly to say, ending me.

Before her, I unmanned, sharing my seeds with her.

“FUCK!” I gripped her hair as I rode my high, too.

As Brisk slept peacefully,I crept into the kitchen to put some Henny on ice. Once my drink was poured and chilled to perfection, I started for the balcony. Halfway into my journey, I realized I’d be needing much more than a sip or two. I turned andthreaded back into the kitchen to grab the entire bottle. By the nozzle, I carried it outside with me.

The night breeze was welcoming, coating my skin with a layer of coolness that I appreciated. The chase that wrapped around the far corner of my balcony had never seen so much of me but for the last two weeks, it had gotten a good share of my backside. I rested my bones on the cushion and propped my feet up against the table.

I opened my cell and headed for my contact list. Every number that belonged to a female who currently had access to me, I blocked. One by one, I revoked their access and followed up by removing their names from my contact list altogether. There was no longer a need or desire to entertain anyone beyond the girl who was currently in an orgasm-induced coma inside of my home.

I licked my lips before taking my first sip, desperate to taste the remnants of Brisk on my skin. Washing them motherfuckers wasn’t on my to-do list. If I could have it my way, then I’d still be between her legs, savoring her juices, but she had tapped out.

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