Page 81 of Deuce

“Look at this ass…” I gave it a firm slap before gripping it tightly. “I knew it would look like this with you in this position.”

She giggled. “Put it in so you can watch this ass clap against you, baby.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. With one swift thrust, I buried my dick within her walls. She released the most beautiful, pleasured cry I’d ever heard. I had to take a deep breath because her pussy was so tight and wet. If I breathed too hard, I was gonna nut. If I thought eating her pussy had me staking a claim,being inside her would have me putting a bullet in a nigga over her.

Looking down, I pressed my thumbs into the perfectly placed dimples on her lower back before deep stroking her with no mercy. Every time my dick filled her, he came out coated in her essence.

“Deuce!” she screamed. “Fuck!”

“Take it. You been teasing me with this pussy for weeks. You told me I wasn’t gonna get this shit, now look at you. Taking it.”

“It’s so good… shit!”

“I know it is. Throw that ass back for me, mama.”

She fell right in line with throwing her hips back at me. The sound of her ass slapping against my thighs quickly became a favorite.

“Oh… oh, my God!”

Her sex faces were so sexy. With her eyes closed and her mouth slightly agape, pleasure was written all over her face.

“Mmm… there you go, baby,” I praised her. “This what you wanted?”

“Yes… yes! I wanted it… shit!”

She struggled to balance herself as I hit her with no hands. That ass rippled against my thighs in magnificent waves. Her cries echoed throughout the room, and I was sure the people next door could hear how good I was beating her shit. When she reached around to push me back, I locked her arm behind her.

“Don’t run from it. Cum. Make a mess for me, baby. Cum on this dick.”

“Oh fuck! Oh shiiiit!”

Her walls clamped around my length, and I could feel them throbbing. She was so close that I could taste it. Propping my foot up on the bed, I dove in for the kill. Within seconds, she was squirting all over me as she came.

“Yes! Oh, God!, Yes!”

Her body quaked as an orgasm flooded her. With a final thrust, I pulled out of her, snatched off the condom, and shot a massive load all over her ass cheeks. That shit damn near drained me. I just kept cumming and cumming with streams of my seed raining down over her. Shit like that never happened to me.

“Muthafucka!” I yelled as the last of it finally dripped out.

Salima collapsed on the bed while I struggled to keep my footing. As I watched her panting heavily, I thought to myself,That’s wifey, right there.She let me sample that pussy and there was no way she was getting rid of me now.

“Pack you a bag. You’re coming home with me.”

Just like that, I was sprung.

“You alive over there?”Shar asked, giggling at the question.

When I sent her my location last night, she told me she’d be calling first thing in the morning to get the detail. At eight A.M. sharp, my phone was going off with a FaceTime call. It was Sunday morning, and here I was alone in Deuce’s bed with a sore ass. Since we got to his house yesterday, I hadn’t seen anything but the four walls of his bedroom. That man fucked me on every surface of this room.

I wasn’t sure what type of shit he was on, but that dick was lethal. He had me cumming to the point of tears. That final round, he took it easy on me, yet even that was intense. The combination of slow strokes, kissing, and hair gripping sent me to new heights. I was asleep before he ever pulled out of me.

“Barely, girl. I’m so damn sore.”

“Well damn, was he throwing you against the wall or some shit?”

My back had in fact been slammed into a couple of walls.

“Shar, it was intense, okay. Nobody has ever handled me like that. The soreness is worth it.”

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