Page 5 of Grown Folks Confessions: Black Lush

When she shivered, it sent another jolt through my body, my grunts and her moans making it seem like we were doing much more than kissing. By the time she pulled away to catch her breath, I was already drunk on her taste.

“I don’t have much experience,” she mumbled, her eyes studying mine. “Honestly, I’m shocked Tony was the first guy to talk shit about me because while I’ve dated plenty of guys, I’ve only had sex with Tony.”

This time, I caught my mouth before it dropped. “I didn’t know.”

“How could you? Surprisingly, we have some decent guys at school, and you know how it is. They didn’t even all want to date me for me, but rather, what dating me did for their popularity and status.”

So much was making sense to me now. “And since Tony is the only guy you’ve been with, that’s the reason you’re worried that you somehow aren’t good at this.”

She glanced away, proving I was right on the money with my assessment. “I’m not inexperienced in all sexual things, but yeah. I guess you can say he knocked me down a few pegs.”

Brushing her hair from her face, I held her eyes. “Never let an asshole fuck with your confidence.”

“Including you?”

“Definitely me too.”

Her eyes brightened in surprise. “You are not the boy I thought you were, Ares Hood.”

I couldn’t help the sly smirk that escaped, my hands going from her waist to her juicy ass. “Well, you’re definitely the beautiful tease I thought you were, Layla Payne.”

The sneaky smile she gave me back was barely a warning before she pushed me onto the bed, her hands untying the drawstring of my pants and pulling them down.

Her eyes were heated and sultry when she motioned for me to lift off the bed while she took off my black boxers, nibbling her bottom lip as she did so.

“My oh my, Hood,” she cooed. “I do believe I now see what all the fuss is about when it comes to you and this beautiful dick of yours.”

She called my dick beautiful.

And it jumped because he liked it.

I was too damn hot for clothes, and even though she still had on her dress, I removed the rest of my fit so I wouldn’t overheat.

“It’s like a hundred degrees in here,” I stated, only to be met with her wicked smile as her hands wrapped around me, her hair falling over her shoulders, causing her to look even sexier.

“Every guy is different,” she muttered. “So when I do something you like, tell me.”

Oh fuck.

Laying there, letting her stroke my dick with cautious hands as her eyes explored the way I grew harder with each motion, I knew in my gut that I was experiencing the most erotic moment in my life. It didn’t matter that I’d started having sex a few years ago. It didn’t even matter that I had decades of sex ahead of me.

All that mattered was savoring this moment with her. My crush since middle school no matter how much she was always busting my balls.

“Right there,” I mumbled.

Except now,that inner voice reminded. Now, she was fondling my balls instead, and if I didn’t get this shit under control, there was no way I’d be able to fulfill the promise I’d just made her to celebrate National 69 Day.

“La, how about we get to the next portion of this night before I end up busting a nut all over that pretty face of yours?”

“I don’t mind,” she stated. “As long as you don’t get any on my dress, I’m good.” With the slyness of a fox, she dropped her head down and took me into her mouth, my dick stopping at the back of her tongue before she relaxed her throat muscles and sucked me in even deeper.

Fuuuck me.Yeah, I was definitely dead right now. “This is the opposite of what I said we should do.”

She mumbled something I couldn’t make out without removing my dick, and the vibrations of her voice sent me spiraling. I wanted to come so bad, but if Layla Payne was granting me one night with her, I be damned it ended before it even got started.

With strength I didn’t know I possessed, I lifted my head up and popped my dick out her mouth, careful not to get any pre-cum on her dress.

“Hey, I was having fun,” she whined.

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