“I had to get my woman settled. What’s up?”
“Why isn’t she with you?” Chardonnay interjects.
“Oh, word? When do I get to meet my new sis-in-law?” Jarrod asks, rubbing his hands together.
“She’s a beauty too, bro. She’s what they call a thick madame,” Desi says, and Chardonnay punches him in the arm, frowning deep. “What, bae? I’m just telling bro about our new sis. Chill.”
“Don’t make me hurt your ass, Desi.” Chardonnay sassily stares him down.
“Aye, man. Y’all need to chill before I fuck around and call them people to shoot both y’all asses with a tranquilizer,” Jarrod adds before I have a chance to respond.
“Great idea. I had to deal with their shenanigans in front of my lady, which was embarrassing. This nigga was snotting and crying, too, looking like somebody in his family died. Had my woman bringing him tissues and looking like she wanted to give his overgrown ass a hug. I mean down fucking bad with his lovesick ass.” I shake my head, looking at Desi kissing Chardonnay’s neck.
“You know what? I’m about to revoke your privileges. Ain’t no brother of mine about to be out here acting like this.” Jarrod looks Desi up and down before exiting the elevator.
“Finally, you put my love on top. Baby, it’s you.” Chaniya is holding the remote control to her mouth, dancing with her back facing me.
With the music blasting from the TV, it’s no wonder why she hasn’t heard me enter the room. For a minute, I lean against the door with my hands crossed and my right ankle crossing over the left.
“You’re the one I love. You’re the one I—oh shit! Germayne!” Chaniya clutches the remote against her chest when she turns to see me watching her faking ass.
Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I lean off the door, heading toward her, causing her eyes to balloon the closer I get.
“Ba-ba—Germayne.” Chaniya pants.
“I’m wondering if you like face down, ass up, or missionary. You see, I have been barely entertaining my people because I was worried about you lying up here feeling bad and shit. I had to lie to my mom about your whereabouts because my big-mouth dad told her to expect my plus one. I haven’t told Adele Malone a lie since she caught me sneaking two of her prized Faygo red when I was sixteen. Now, you got me lying to my old girl at thirty because your scary ass didn’t want to face the music. So which do you prefer because fucking sickness into you is my mission for the rest of the night.”
A smirk forms when Chaniya’s eyes fill with lust and desire, which makes my dick brick instantly. After our last attempt at connecting intimately, I’m more than ready to slide between Chaniya’s thick thighs.
“Ba—”
“Ssh. All I need is an F or M to solidify your answer. I got it from there.” Removing the space between us, I hook my fingers into her belt loops, staring at her intently.
Puffs of air coming from her mouth fill my body with heat that fuels my desire, and I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, causing simultaneous moans.
“However you want it,” Chaniya tells me breathlessly.
“Take all this shit off.”
My demand is low and husky, which causes Chaniya’s body to shake slightly, letting me know I’m not the only one on the verge of falling. Pressing my lips into Chaniya’s, I relish in the fast tempo of my heart. Sucking her tongue, I allow my hands to roam freely, and my dick becomes excited, thumping wildly against my dress slacks. Chaniya breaks our lip-lock before squatting while her hands frantically unbuckle my pants, unzip the zipper, and pull my dick from the confines of my underwear.
“Ch—oh shit!” I grab the back of Chaniya’s head to keep from falling when she sucks me into her warm mouth before I communicate a rebuttal.
Her mouth is wet, jaw strong. Chaniya sucks me so fucking good. I feel the cum inside me stirring within my balls, creeping up the wall of my shaft, yearning to explode inside her mouth. My head becomes dizzy from the fast reaction to an activity I’ve had performed countless times. Chaniya moans around my dick before cupping my ass, causing me to stiffen from the uncomfortable placement of her hands. Yet, Chaniya’s head bobs like my dick is a sweet candy apple, and the shit feels too amazing to stop her or urge her to shift the placement of her hands.
“Fuck!” Under previous circumstances, I could hold out for at least thirty minutes or an hour, if I shift my focus, from cumming. Not this time.
My toes start to Bankhead bounce, and my legs, ass, and back tighten before my spine curves. With determination or an apology as her motivation, Chaniya takes more of my dick into her mouth. Deep, long, and strong fucking strokes which cause me to close my eyes tight, fighting the urge to moan like a bitch from the warmth of Chaniya’s expert mouth.
“Damn, Chaniya!” I pant before grunting while thrusting in and out of Chaniya’s mouth.
Stars dance behind my lids when a long stream of cum shoots from my dick into Chaniya’s hungry mouth. Stumbling slightly, my dick leaves the warm place it's been in, and my eyes slowly open to see Chaniya licking the residue from her mouth.
“You might as well introduce me to little man because I’m marrying your nasty ass. Come here.”
Yanking my shirt over my head, I toss it behind me before coming out of my pants, underwear, and shoes. A sneaky grin forms, and Chaniya stands to her full height, and I wordlessly bend to lift her into my arms, heading to the bedroom.
“I’m too he?—”