Page 97 of Maceo

I looked up at him with a stoic expression. I was beyond sick of him thinking he could run me. Quame was dead, and there was nobody to enforce his rules any longer.

“You need a blunt or something to even you out? I don’t need you spacing out. Now ain’t the time for that shit.”

“Youwant to even me out?” I asked, stepping back from him.

Just like any man, Blane thought with his dick at the most inopportune times. I knew he wanted to fuck me by the way he always undressed me with his eyes. He was doing it now. It wouldn’t be the first time I used him to relieve some pent-up frustration.

I leaned against the counter and began unbuttoning my silk blouse. He licked his lips as my lacy black bra made an appearance. Unhooking the front clasp, I freed my breasts and beckoned him to me. Like a moth to a flame, his mouth immediately went to my nipples. Greedily, he suckled them.

“Mmmm…” I moaned as I palmed the back of his head. My pussy got wet just from thoughts of the way I was about to fuck him up.

I allowed him to suck on my nipples for a minute or so before I pushed his head away. Grabbing him by his shirt, I roughly pushed him up against the kitchen counter.

“That’s what we doing?” he asked as I slipped a hand into his pants.

“We’re doing whatever I want. And right now, I want to feel this big dick down my throat. Can I suck it?”

“Hell yeah.”

I was smooth with the way I undid his pants. Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I guided them and his boxers down, making his dick spring forward. I had to admit, he had an impressive size.

“Oooo…” I moaned, stroking it as I dropped into a squat. “Well, hello.” I kissed the head before peering up at him. “Eyes on me, baby.”

Before he could blink, I’d deep throated his entire dick.

“Oh… shit…”

He reached out for something to hold on to because I went straight for the jugular. I’d been told on a number of occasions that the sight of my pretty, plump lips wrapped around a dick put men in a trance. My gaze locked in on his, and I silently dared him to look away.

I moaned every time the tip of his dick grazed my lips. When I pulled it out, a string of saliva clung from my bottom lip to the head of his manhood. He wore a look of pure elation as my skilled tongue massaged his shaft. When I started jacking his dick as I sucked his balls into my mouth, he moaned like a bitch.

“Shit, Quinn…”

After teasing him for a minute or so, I popped them out of my mouth and sucked his dick from the tip to the base, coating him with the wetness of my mouth. Up and down, my head bobbed, taking in every inch of him. When I added that jack and suck combo, his hand flew to my head.

“You nasty muthafucka,” he declared, grabbing my hair. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, thrusting his hips. “To suck this muthafucka, right?”

I allowed him to have his way with my mouth for a good two minutes. When he started twitching like he was about to nut, I pushed him away and stood to my feet. Easing myself onto the countertop, I pulled up my skirt and spread my legs. He licked his lips at the sight of my soaked thong.

Pulling my thong aside, I stroked my swollen pearl as she tingled with excitement for what was to come. Blane came to me, headfirst, but I stopped him.

“I don’t want your mouth,” I said.

He grabbed his dick, stroking it as he positioned himself between my legs. He wrapped an arm around my waist and roughly yanked me to the edge of the counter. I bit my lip as he entered me with pleasurable force and a loud grunt.

“Fuck, Quinn…” He groaned as he sank into my wetness. “Damn, yo’ shit is tight.”

I chuckled. “I know. You stretching me out or what?”

He pulled my legs around his waist and held me in place as he thrust upward. I couldn’t lie and say that his dick wasn’t good. He was fucking me like he had something to prove when, all the while, it meant nothing to me. The type of gratification I was seeking lay within my own hands, not his dick.

I closed my eyes and imagined the high I was about to have. The more I thought about it, the wetter my pussy got. The wetter she got, the harder he fucked me. When I opened my eyes, I found Blane’s to be closed. A smirk spread across my face as I reached behind me and grabbed one of the butcher knives. I locked my legs around his waist and an arm around his shoulder.

Before he knew what was happening, I drove the knife into his neck. His eyes flew open, and he stumbled back, bumping into the kitchen island.

“You really thought I was gonna let you have what was rightfully mine?” I asked, thrusting my hips. “I told my father you were a dead man.”

Watching him struggle to stay upright as he choked on his own blood gave me so much pleasure. I stabbed him again.

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