Page 40 of In Too Deep

“Start doing that, because Regions will mark it for fraud unless I give you one of my spare cards. I don’t touch that card.It’s a Wells Fargo card, that I keep. It’s basically fuck off money, that I keep small funds on, when I need to pay the light bill, put gas in my car, or whatever. It’s about $20,000 on it, and I keep that card loaded—whatever you feel comfortable with, Juicy. I can send it via Zelle, though, but they might put a block on it for fraud, and you don’t have proof through a payroll where you make that type of money,” he informed me.

“Okay.” He nodded his head reassuringly, accepting our agreement.

“Turn around for me and spread that ass open, so I can show how creamy this shit is back here. I know you feel it,” he smirked.

Complying, I bent over. My hands clutched around my ankles, and the coldness from my anklet brushed up against my wrist. When I felt a light tap on my ass, I glanced over my shoulder at him—curls dropped over my face.

“Hold that ass open so I can get a better view. You need to see what I see.”

Removing my hands from around my ankles, I spread my ass cheeks apart and my eyes became cocked, feeling him spit in my booty, then pulled back to finger my asshole, stretching it, like he was preparing to insert something else inside.

“Oooooh,” I winced, adjusting to his fingers.

“This asshole is so fucking creamy, Juicy,” he groaned. “Fuck! Shit like this will make me sprung off yo ass mane.”

Biting down on my lip, I closed my eyes, feeling the intense pleasure rise through my forbidden hole. The room smelled burnt, letting me know that I’d lost the game, but if Romelo was willing to let me redeem myself, I’d have to be fully dressed, without my asshole being on display for him to lick on, teasing him… teasing both of us.

My dick was harderthan Chinese arithmetic. I could feel precum oozing from the tip of it, staining my boxers, and the wet feeling was semi uncomfortable. Synthia’s asshole mimicked a jar of mayo. It was filled with white creamy cum, leaking out of her asshole, like shaving cream, and I was catching every fucking drip. Drinking her nut, like it was a nutrient for my health, licking and slurping it off my fingers and the drip swarming between them. Synthia tasted like purified water. As I’ve said before, if I could bottle her shit up and savor it, I would. Just thinking about niggas feasting on her juice, getting a taste before me had me wanting to murk them simp ass nigga for letting all this juicy shit go to waste. She was a rare breed, like a piece of forbidden fruit. It was damn near hypnotic too.

Positioning my camera, I tapped the screen to make sure her shortbread-colored booty hole was in the view of the camera before the sounds of my camera flickering filled the room, muffling out her low moans. This shit was lethal. Before the day is over with tomorrow, I’ll be at Walgreens, placing an order to get it framed. I think her creamy, booty hole would look fye as fuck on a canvas, above my head, or I could put it in the man cave here. It’ll give me something to beat my dick to when I’m feeling horny.

“Look at what this pretty tight ass can do. This is the shit that God gifted you, Juicy.”

Still clutching her ankles around her waist, I bent down and put the phone in the view of her face. “You see this shit?”

“Hmm Hmm,” whimpered.

“I know you’re a virgin, but I want to be the first one to fuck you and explore all of your holes. Can I do that baby?” I groaned, sliding my phone back in the pocket of my jeans. Gently gripping her waist, I gave it a light squeeze before lifting her up and straightening her posture. “I’ll go as slow as I need to, baby and if you tell me to stop, then I’ll stop. I won’t pressure you.” Synthia’s mouth gaped open, but no words escaped. Her eyes met mine.

“I won’t hurt you. If it gets to be too much, just tell me to stop if you get too uncomfortable.”

“O-okay,” she stuttered.

“You sure? Do you trust me?”

Grabbing the cusp of her chin, I looked intently in her eyes, searching for disapproval.

“I trust you.”

“I know you won’t hurt me.”

“I’ll never hurt you, baby. I did what I did for probable cause. I’ll never hurt you or put you in harm’s way.”

I mentioned the time I hit her upside the head with the butt of the gun and the wreck. Every time I looked at her, the stitches above her brow made me grimace with a bad taste in my mouth.

“I know,” she sighed, nodding her head in agreeance.

Looking over her face again, I surveyed her expression. “C’mere. I want to try something wit’ you.” My hand clutched around her small one, leading the way to my bedroom. She trailed behind me as I staggered into the bathroom. The bathroom counter was cold beneath her hands as I made her stand there, the sounds of the house muffled as I bent to open the cabinet below.

I squinted my eyes, scanning around the various toiletry items under the dark sink. My hands went from the lube then the packaged dildo. Sitting up, I placed the items on the counter, noticing Synthia’s judgmental glare.

“Gone ‘head and say what you gotta say,” I grinned.

Her brow raised, glancing at the four-inch, glass dildo. “Nigga, is there anything you want to tell me?”

“I’m into freaky shit. I ain’t ever in my life thought about putting no shit like this inside of me, or whatever that gay shit is. Roxx is into all types of freaky ass shit, and that nigga ain’t gay either, but I told you I haven’t been fuckin’ Trecee like that, so he mentioned for me to start fucking her in the ass but to prep her with some shit that’s bigger than my dick to get used to the feeling. I ain’t used it on her, as you can see, it’s new and ain’t never been opened.”

“I heard all the niggas with money be into shit like this, so I’m not surprised. I’m not questioning your manhood though,” she answered.

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