Page 49 of In Too Deep

“Hell nah and stop puttin’ words in my mouth, gettin’ yo’ self all upset and shit. You ain’t got no hot potato ass pussy. I meant what I said when I said it should’ve been you from the jump. I ain’t trying to bullshit you on none of that macho shit Synthia and I don’t take you as the type to fall for that shit no way.”

“That’s crazy,” I mumbled, unenthused by his slight compliment, and darted my eyes out the window, gazing at anything, but nothing in particular.

“I know, but look,” he grabbed the cusp of my chin and forced me to look at him again. “Can I have you in the way that I want you? I want everything that comes with you and enough about Trecee’s ass. Let her be. Moving forward, I want to be drowning inside of you—give me that. You know I’ll take care of you.”

“Okay,” I sighed, finding myself giving in. He was peeling back layers of me like an onion, unveiling things that I’d never agree to in another lifetime.

“Can I taste you?”

“And how would you do that?” I asked inquisitively, feeling heat rush up my spine.

He bit his bottom lip, revealing his attractive teeth, as they sank down. I wanted to melt through the ground, and the second my heart began to race, I knew there was no turning back now, and I was trapped, tangled in a web between love and lust.

“Put your right leg up here,” he instructed me, pointing at the cup holder. “You’re flexible, so I know what you’re capable of. I need to eat that pussy right now, I been feenin’ ever since I saw you with this cute ass dress on,” he grunted while greedily grabbing my ankle, clutching the gold anklet.

Obeying, without much resistance, I straightened my posture and watched him hungrily eat my pussy, licking and slurping on it delicately, until he pulled back. My sap was between his teethand in the corners of his mouth. Anytime he ate my pussy he was a messy eater.

“You got to let me know when to pull up, Juicy,” he grunted, as he continued lapping up my pussy with his tongue, grinding it between my folds, pressing the tip of his tongue on my clit, making me shiver.

I darted my eyes open, unable to stay focused. How the fuck am I supposed to multitask with him sucking and slurping on my pussy like this? I’m not skilled like that. This was all too much.

“I’ll tr-try,” I stammered.

The Toyota ahead of us still had its brake lights on.

The sounds of him slapping his tongue against my pussy, slurping on my juices, and groaning against my pussy were causing my stomach to cave in. I glanced down at Romelo, extending his neck, trying his best to bury his face in my pussy.

“This shit tastes so fuckin’ sweet, Juicy!”

Gaping my legs open wider, I slid down just a little bit to give him better access. Following suit, he began to tongue fuck my pussy, sending jolts of electricity coursing through me. The first wave was vicious, as I felt myself coming to the edge of an intense orgasm. Romelo could eat the fuck out of some pussy. If his head was this damn good, I was afraid to know what the dick felt like or if it was just as good, maybe better.

I closed my eyes, feeling his tongue explore my pussy. This nigga was greedy, and if I was sharing or getting tossed, he’d leave nothing for the next nigga to eat on; he wasn’t even saving himself leftovers. He was doggish as hell, lapping up my juices, swallowing my sap too.

“Fuuuuck, this shit ‘bout to make me nut through my pants, bruh,” he pulled back to speak, followed by a moan. “Do you see the shit you do to me? Now you see why I’m becoming crazy over yo ass. I ain’t never had no pussy as good as this.”

Grinding my pussy against his face now, I was eager to cum. “Ooooh fuuuuuck, Romelo,” I whimpered. “You eat my pussy so good, baby.”

“I know Juicy.” He responded cockily. “I love eating this pussy. I fuckin’ love it bae.”

He gripped my thighs, the veins in his hands twitched as he scooted me down further on the seat. Then, he pressed his nose against my vulva and pressed his tongue against my asshole, before inserting it and proceeding to tongue fuck me again. I gripped the door handle, and my knuckles were starting to turn white as I rode the second wave.

“You’re gonna make me cum.”

In a rush, I pressed the tip of my middle finger against my bud, and my pussy was wet and slimy. The mixture included his saliva and my juices. Shifting my finger in a circle, I pressed harder, going at a steady pace, trying to get an orgasm out of me. I needed to cum now, with no interruptions, and thank God for tint or the cars stopping at the red light next to us would have a crystal clear view of us going against everything wrong, but that was the thrill of it that I enjoyed the most. The thrill of someone seeing us would make me cum even harder.

“Romeloooo,” I moaned.

“Juicy,” he groaned.

My eyes closed, feeling an orgasm rip out of me. I was so close to the edge. Then suddenly, I felt my finger being flicked away forcing me to dart my eyes open. “Romelo, why’d you that?”

“Because it’s my job to make you cum,” his handsome face frowned. “You know that shit.”

“I was so close,” I muttered.

“I know,” he responded and continued licking my pussy harder and harder, going fast, ripping my orgasm out of me. “I’m ‘bout to nut to, Juicy.”

Hearing him utter those words, I screamed over the music playing, my legs shaking violently. So hard that I had to put my ankle down and rest it on the floor. My legs felt like needles were prickling on my skin. With my mouth gaping open, I was seeing stars and beginning to feel woozy.

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