Page 39 of In Too Deep

In one quick motion, his large hands palmed my ass before spreading my ass cheeks. My mouth gaped open in shock, feeling his tongue slither around my ass hole, before he spat on it. Greedily, his tongue slithered in and out of my booty. I threw my head back in deep satisfaction.

“Oh my god!” I moaned. “Fuck!”

“The steak, Juicy,” he grunted, pausing momentarily to speak before his tongue became one with my asshole again.

“Huh,” I asked, dumbfounded. “W-what?”

Him tongue fucking my asshole was a distraction, but nonetheless, it felt so fucking good. He was a pro, and if ass eating competitions were a thing, then he’d be declared the winner. This nigga was a vicious ass eater. His tongue mimicked the Marvel character Venom. He licked my walls and slithered his tongue around my asshole as if he was carving his name in cursive, trying to stamp my flesh.

“I swear, your asshole is so fuckin’ pretty and tastes so fucking good, Juicy,” he groaned in satisfaction. “Would you call me crazy if I said I could buss a nut just from eating your ass?”

“Umm,” I grumbled.

“Focus on the steak,” he murmured.

I darted my head, eyeing the smoke, along with the burnt edges now.

“Nigga,” I gasped, feeling his tongue inch further inside of me. “Fuck this damn steak,” I snapped, as I threw my ass back against the tongue, riding the first wave.

Romelo began to twirl his tongue in a circle. I’ve always heard of anal orgasms, but never experienced one. This would be the first time. I gripped the edge of the countertop, my knuckles turning white from the exotic pleasure. This nigga was ruthless—tongue fucking my asshole without a care in the world, on a mission to make me cum.

“Romelo,” I whimpered.

“Juicy,” he groaned, his hot breath kissing my wet skin.

“I feel it….. I-I- cumming,” I gasped. “Oh fuck,” I shrieked. “I f-feel it!”

The faster he tongue fucked my ass, the more I started to become incoherent. The room felt like it was spinning. The sounds of him smacking his tongue against my wet skin sounded out the crackling on the stove from the overcooked steak in the cast iron skillet.

“You should see what I see.” He spoke. “Hol’ on real quick.”

My head snapped when he paused because I was so close to the edge. Cocking it back, I glanced over my shoulder to see him towering over me, reaching into his back pocket for his phone. My brows furrowed in confusion as I glanced at him typing in the code, his thumb quickly tapping over the screen.

“C’mere.” Gently grabbing me by my waist, he swiveled me around and gazed into my eyes, playing ping pong with mine. “Ijust want you to know that I’m grateful for you allowing me to feast on you. Don’t take this shit away from me, Juicy. I’ll give you anything—a car, I can get you a house built, I got money too. Nursing school—I’ll pay for that. Whatever you want, but don’t keep mentioning leaving me, that’s worse than the thought of death to me. You understand?”

He cupped my chin, then bent down to plant a kiss on my forehead. His lips were covered in white liquid, and when he parted his lips to speak, my anal cream mimicked snot. Romelo licked his lips and swallowed it. My eyes panned to the diamonds on his grill, snatching my attention away from him. When he gripped my chin a little harder, I darted my eyes up at him again, meeting his.

“Do. You. Understand?”

“Y-yes. I-I understand,” I stammered.

“What do you need from me?”

“Umm,” I gulped, thinking over every desire he could fulfill, but there was only one in mind that I favored for now. “M-money.”

“How much?”

“$15,000.” I threw it out there, with no hesitation, calling his bluff.

He didn’t flinch.

“You got Zelle? Who you bank with?”

I nodded, my head bobbing slightly in agreement. “I do and I bank with Regions.”

“What’s the highest amount that you’ve had deposited into your account, anything over five G’s in one transaction?”

"No," I shook my head, the strands of my hair brushing against my cheek. “Not all at once. I keep that money on my CashApp card. I don’t withdraw it.”

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