Page 6 of Grown Folks Confessions: Black Lush

“I know. Way too damn much fun.”

“Any notes?” she asked with glazed-over eyes.

“The amount of tongue you used and your sucking technique was perfect,” I told her. “But you can never go wrong with more spit. Hearing the sound of you popping me in and out your mouth only makes me harder.”

She nodded. “More spit. Got it.”

She was forced to stand when I stood, and I didn’t waste any time getting her naked. In hindsight, I should haveslowlyremoved her dress, bra, and bite-my-fist panties, but I didn’t. And when I slid those panties off her beautifully thick thighs, she turned and rewarded me with the most delicious view of her ass.

“You’re a butt guy, right?” she asked.

I nodded, not trusting my words at the moment.

“Well, if you decide to … you know, do a little something with your fingers and my ass, I wouldn’t be mad at that.”

Shit.

Shiit.

Shiiit.

I must have looked unhinged by the time I gripped her around her waist and threw both of us back on the bed, not giving a damn if I broke what looked like an Ikea bedframe. If I did, I’d buy a new bed before Jade returned the rental to the owners.

“How do you want me?” she asked, her voice dripping with desire … forme.

Once again, I was reminded that I needed to savor this moment, so instead of moving at rapid speed, I stood back to look at her.

“I have a question,” I told her, running my hands up and down her legs that were crossed one on top of the other.

She lifted on her elbows. “You have something to ask me now of all moments?”

I nodded. “Yeah, but my question should be simple.”

She sighed. “Okayyy. Shoot.”

“Why the sudden desire to fuck me of all guys?”

She laughed. “Did you forget when I said I trust you?”

“I didn’t forget.” I started kissing from her ankles to her thighs. “But you know damn near all the boys in our high school, and you’re cool with some good guys. So, I’ll ask again, Layla Payne.” I blew a soft kiss at the top of her pussy, causing her to gasp. “What made you choose me?”

She opened and closed her mouth a couple times, unable to find the words. Either that, or she just didn’t want to tell me the truth. As much as I loved to have my ego stroked, that wasn’t the reason I was asking her. In all honestly, I wanted to know because whenever I have anything going on in my life that I need a girl’s input on or help with, I think of her.

Everyone in our high school knew I wasn’t boyfriend material. But if I was going to pick a girlfriend, it would be Layla hands down. She may want my help to get close to another guy, but I didn’t give a damn. Once I had her tonight, she’d be branded into my skin, my mind … my asshole heart even more than she already was. And if I was going to fight to be a better guy for her—even if it wasn’t me she wanted long term—I needed to know if the feeling was mutual.

“Because,” she finally said.

“Because why?”

This time, she didn’t even try to respond.I guess she needs some encouragement.

“While you’re thinking about it, do me a favor and spread your fucking legs.”

She gasped. “Uh, what?”

“You heard me.” Gently, I uncrossed her legs, and popped a hand back and forth between both of her knees. “You asked me to help, and I plan on making the most of tonight. So what I need you to do right now is lift those knees, drop back those beautifully thick thighs, and lemme see that pretty ass pussy of yours.”

She gasped again, and for a moment, I thought I’d pushed her too far. Then, slowly, she started doing as I asked, and it took all my effort not to squeal like a kid on Christmas Day as I watched those pretty pussy lips come into full view, Layla’s eyes dark with desire as she did so.

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