Page 52 of Body Language
“You said you came to eat, huh?” she whispered, tilting her head.
“Damn right.”
She slid her hoodie off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.
“Then lay back, Mr. Ken.”
I didn’t even argue. I sat on her bed, kicked off my shoes, and leaned back against her headboard.
She climbed up slow, one knee on each side of my chest, and looked down at me.
“You wanted this so bad,” she said. “now you gone listen to every word my body has to say.”
My dick jumped just from the way she said it. She tugged her sweats down, revealing that nude lace I’d been imagining since earlier. My mouth watered. She caught it and smirked like she’d won.
“Keep your hands where I can see ‘em,” she ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, already hard as fuck.
She lowered herself slow, pressing that heat against my mouth. I groaned, lips parting to taste her, tongue sliding up and down.
“Ohhh…” Her head tipped back, a soft laugh tumbling out of her mouth. “Yeah… that’s it. Hungry ass.”
I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking slow, and she gripped the headboard behind me for balance. Then she started moving. Grinding. Riding.
Gliding up and down my face like I was the damn pole and she was showing off a new routine. Her voice dripped poetry with every moan. “See… this how you get fed without ever cooking. This how you make a man beg without saying a word.” She rolled her hips, slow and deliberate, smearing her wetness across my lips and beard.
I groaned against her pussy, the vibration making her buck. I slid my tongue deep inside her, and she cried out, nails clawing. She didn’t hold back. Didn’t move timid. She rode my face like she owned it.
“Yessss,” she moaned. “Don’t stop… eat it like you mean it.”
I buried my tongue back in her, sucking and teasing until she was dripping down my chin. She rocked faster, body trembling, and every time she gasped, I swore I’d never want to hear another sound in my life.
“You hear me, Kendrix?” she panted. “This is how I speak. My body tells the truth. My lips just talk shit.”
I groaned again, tongue circling her clit, and she damn near screamed, her thighs squeezing tight around my head.
“Fuuuuck…” she moaned, hips grinding harder. “You wanted this… so take all of it. Every drop.”
She came undone on my face, her body jerking as she moaned loud enough to wake her whole block. And she didn’t even stop.She kept rocking, slower, milking every last ounce of pleasure until she collapsed forward, breathless, resting her forehead against the headboard.
“Pretty… you just made me see the Lord twice.”
She laughed, still trembling, and slid off me, her legs weak. “Good. That’s what happens when you beg for the sermon.”
By the time I pulled up in front of GivGold, Pretty was glowing. Before she went inside, she grabbed my blunt off the console, lit that bitch, and took a long pull like it was her oxygen. She winked at me, then jogged into the building.
I sat there for a second, shaking my head. “This motherfucker.”
When I finally walked in behind her, I wasn’t even fully in the door before I felt it. That hot-ass death stare from Arlette. Posted up by the bar in a dress that probably cost too much for it to be doing that little. Her eyes locked on me like she’d caught me sneaking out of her damn mama’s house.
I didn’t even give her the satisfaction. I cut through the main floor crowd, dapped up a couple familiar faces, then ducked into one of the private lounges in the back. Closed the door, lit another blunt, and leaned back on the couch like I had peace in my life.
That shit didn’t last long when the door flew open.
“So you just gone stroll up in here with that bitch like I’m invisible?!”
I took a slow drag and exhaled right in her direction. Didn’t move a muscle.
