Page 95 of Disrespectfully, Relic

“About ten minutes.”

“Good. That’s more than enough time to make you cum.”

Relic started to tell her she was pressing her luck, but he bitched up the second her hand dipped into his boxers—flipping his semi-hard meat out to wrap her acrylic dick grippers around it with a cocky smirk that warned him; she was about that action. She jerked him off before lowering her head to hawk a glob of spit on his dick. Relic hissed a breath when she rubbed it in and then inhaled him into her mouth.

“Fuck, Kennedy. You a nasty ass slut, and I love that shit.”

Those deep shaded irises he loved staring into lifted to lock with his, challenging him as she breathed through her nose and bobbed her head along his shaft like a true eater. She used the perfect amount of spit and suction, making him sink into the chair as his butt cheeks clenched from how fucking good her wet mouth felt around him. Relic stilled with his fingers locking around the wheel after she cuffed his balls and dipped her head as far as she could go.

“Shit, that’s how I like it. Suck this big muthafucka, baby. Put it all in there.”

He palmed her head to force her lower until he hit the back of her warm throat. She didn’t gag, but swallowed instead, contracting her muscles around the swollen head of his dick as he huffed a breath.

“You suck another nigga’s dick like this, and on Jahleel, I’ll murk his ass. You hear me, Larenn?”

Her mouth curled into a smile around his girth before she went back to work on a mission—palming his thighs while throwing her neck, determined to make him break his rule and nut again for the second time. The same as women with sex, men allowed top tier fellatio to cloud their good judgment. Kennedy wanted Relic’s head so fucking clouded that he’d never think of another bitch again.

She popped his dick from her mouth and tipped her head to suck his balls, using light pressure to not hurt him before gliding her tongue downward to focus on the spot that set men off. Relic twitched like he was glitching as she blew on it while jerking his shaft that her fingers struggled to wrap around. When his veins flexed against her palm, she lifted and slurped him back into her mouth with a pleased hum.

“Shit, you’re moaning like you love eating this dick, Kennedy.”

“I do, daddy. I do,” she garbled around a mouthful of him, causing his dick to jump from her decree. Pre-cum oozed on her tongue, and she cooed, “You taste good, daddy. Can you fuck my mouth until you nut in it?”

Relic almost busted prematurely, but he fisted his dick and tried to think about that boulder over his head that was bound to drop at any moment. He couldn’t focus on it when his biggest distraction was between his legs, batting her mink lashes while her swollen lips curved into a seductive smile.

“You’re wasting time, Relic. Hold my hair and feed me. We don’t have long.”

He did just that—snatching her up by her bundles with so much force that she winced and dug her nails into his thighs.

“Just for calling me the wrong name, I ain’t being gentle about the shit either.”

She opened her mouth to retort, but Relic stuck his dick in it.

Her face pinched but then relaxed as he held her steady by the hair, lifting his hips to jut toward her wet mouth. Relic inhaled a breath and fought the tightness in his balls as he pumped through her full lips with haste strokes that coaxed him back on that ledge he hadn’t reached since they last fucked. Kennedy was the goddamn devil—a vicious bitch who was skilled at sucking, fucking, and checking him like a big dog. Her tongue pressing against his shaft as her jaws locked made him wonder why he hadn’t taken Pierre’s advice to put her on ice.

The boat rocked as his head lolled back, his eyes shutting as he lost control and slammed his pelvic against her face in search of that euphoric feeling she gave him. She gagged and moaned, but never once complained as he bucked his hips in a frenzy. Just as his nut mounted to its peak, Kennedy jerked away from his hold.

His eyes popped open in time to see her unbuttoning her jeans to wriggle out of. She didn’t ask for permission before straddling his lap, gripping his dick, and gliding down his length in one swift motion.

Relic bit her neck and grumbled, “This shit is... fuck! Bitch, I swear, I hate yo ass.”

A giggle fell from Kennedy before she tilted backward, planting both hands on his knees to give him a clear view of her pussy taking all of him. Their bodies clashing echoed throughout the boat as she raised up and slammed down his length in a steady rhythm that caused soft pants to float from her while her walls spasmed on his thick shaft. Her head fell back when Relic gripped her hip with one hand to motion her faster.

“Fuuuck, daddy. I missed this dick so bad,” she crooned, letting him handle her however he pleased. Her body bounced in his lap as she lauded, “Look how wet she is for you, and she’s taking you so damn good.”

“Kennedy, shut the fuck up before I nut.”

“It’s your pussy, daddy. You can feed her whenever you’re ready.”

That confirmation just as he spotted his dock was music to Relic’s ear.

“Hold that thought,” he told her, gripping the wheel with both hands before he slowed down to line up his approach.

He shifted the gear and spun his wheel to the left, causing the stern of his boat to drift in the opposite direction before swinging around to align with his floating dock. After he shoved the gear into park, his focus shifted back to the wet pussy on his lap.

Kennedy screamed when her body flew up in the air before being flipped onto her back against the chair and folded like a pretzel. Relic palmed the backs of her thighs, bending her knees to her ears before he proceeded to pound her ass to shreds. Their bodies clapped together as Kennedy hollered out in a painful pleasure.

“You’re hurting this pussy so good, daddy. I can feel it in my stomach. Shit!” She pressed a hand at his thigh, but he slapped it down.

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