Page 7 of Grown Folks Confessions: Black Lush

“Good girl,” I told her, ready to feast. I didn’t even know how long we’d been up here, but I hoped Layla didn’t have to get home anytime soon.

We wouldn’t be done for a while.

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Grown Folks Confession #2: You know you’re grown when pillow talk goes from telling the other person they are sexy, to doing rock, paper, scissors on who will drive to McDonald’s for food.

Naughty Holiday:

National 69 Day

LAYLA

He hasyou spread on the bed! Ares goddamn Hood has your legs wide the fuck open on the bed right now!

My chosen grandmother would roll over in her grave.

She was the nicest woman I knew and had owned the best bakery in town. On some days after school, she’d give me a muffin even though I didn’t have the money and she listened to me talk about my day.

She died after being so heartbroken over a Hood—one of Ares’ uncles who left her in the dark of the night—that the town still spoke about how we lost the sweetest part of our city because a Hood couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.

If the men in his family all had dicks like his, I hated to say that I understood why so many women fell victim to it. I was trying so hard to cut off my thoughts, but I was seriously freaking out a little. Everything I’d told him was true. Was I a virgin? No. Was I as experienced as everyone thought I was? Also no.

That was the thing that really annoyed me about high school. My close friends knew the truth, but when your reputation was all but decided for you, getting others to change their opinion was difficult.

He asked me why the sudden desire for him to fuck me.Truth was, I’d always wondered what it would be like to be with Ares, so when he asked me again as my pussy was on display for him, I couldn’t deny him an answer.

“You may annoy the shit outta me most of the time, but I guess I’ve always kinda liked you and wondered what it would be like if we did have sex.”

A part of me didn’t think that answer would be good enough, but to my surprise, he knelt onto the bed and dropped his head, his tongue flicking my clit.

“Ares, shit!” I huffed, jerking at the pleasurable tease.

He flicked it again, before sucking the nub, causing me to place my hand over my mouth to stifle my moan. Without warning, Ares gripped both of my thighs and changed our positions so that he was lying on his back and I was on top.

“Ares, I’m facing the wrong way,” I muttered breathlessly as he was diving his tongue into my pussy, distracting me from repeating myself. We were supposed to be in a 69 position, but Ares was going to town, and before long, I was gripping the headboard, not giving a damn about my moans. We’d been up here for a while, and based off the slower music that was playing now, it was wind down time.

Faster than I was anticipating, I felt my entire body begin to lock up before releasing the most beautiful orgasm I’d ever experienced, not that I’d had much from my past to compare it to. With Tony, he rarely went down on me, and another guy I dated had been decent at giving head, but Ares was winning by a landslide.

He kept a hold on my ass until I stopped convulsing, allowing me to slide down onto his face even more, wondering how he could even breath. Not even seconds later, he started twisting me around until I was sitting with my pussy still plastered over his mouth, while his dick poked me in the forehead as if it was wondering how long I would neglect him.

It wasn’t long at all.

Sexually heightened in a way I’d never been before, I got down to business like I had been before he stopped me earlier. The grunts that escaped Ares’ mouth motivated me to do a little experiment with my tongue, adding more spit this time and swirling it in a way that I hoped he liked.

“La, where the hell did you learn how to do that?” he mumbled, briefly removing his mouth from me to groan, his hands massaging my ass cheeks as he did.

I smirked against his dick, slightly slipping him out to remind him, “First time doing this. Remember?”

“Shit. Fuck. That’s right. I forgot.”

Ares dove his tongue back into me then, twirling and swirling in a way that had me fidgeting against his beard. I tried my best to keep his dick in my mouth, but I found myself riding his face, torn between being worried that I would smother him, versus chasing that orgasm that I knew would be too sweet.

It didn’t take long for me to release an orgasm, Ares following right behind as if he were just waiting for me to come first. I swallowed as much of him as I could, relishing in the slew of curse words that flew from his mouth.

Instead of letting my body rest on his, I turned and laid on the side of him in bed, both of us huffing and trying to get our breathing under control. The experience had been all that I had hoped for, but I wanted more.Neededmore.

His questioning eyes met mine, neither of us speaking, yet asking for permission in our own way. I’d given him the green light earlier, but participating in National 69 Day didn’t exactly mean we’d end up having anything other than oral sex. However, I knew without a doubt that sex was what I wanted. So much so, that I’d come prepared in case he wasn’t.

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