Page 105 of Anything Necessary for Her
Keeping her feet flat on either side of me and her legs open, she started to glide up and down me, biting down on her bottom lip while whimpering.
“Fuck,” she moaned, her eyes trained on mine.
“Keep going, you almost got it all,” I coached, gripping her hips so I wouldn’t cum. “Peep, hop off when I tell you to,please,” I begged, not knowing when I would blow.
Her tight, wet, warm pussy was too much for a nigga, even with as slow as she was moving.
“Ah!” She gasped once she hit the base of me, my whole dick inside of her at this point.
Licking her lips, she resumed bouncing on me, speeding up a little bit as I reached up to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples.
She sped up more, glistening pussy springing up and down as I watched in awe. Her body shook and froze as she came before turning her body around, keeping me inside.
I watched, jaw damn near on my chest as she maneuvered her legs into splits, her back to me as she started to bounce in the position. Her hands palmed my legs for leverage, and once she felt stable, she continued bobbing up and down on my dick while in a split.
Her shit was beyond wet, dampening the surrounding area of my crotch and lower abdomen.
“Fuck.” I grumbled, watching her plump ass bounce and her coat my shaft with her sopping wet pussy. The sight of her in reverse cowgirl, plus in the split, and the feel of her walls was too fucking much. “Chill out, Peep. You gon’ get knocked the fuck up,” I called out as lowly as I could as she sped up, pussy gripping like a fist.
I knew I sounded like a bitch, and I felt like one, too, sweating bullets and feeling my toes start to curl as I spanked her ass, causing her to whimper as she came, getting even wetter.
It didn’t take long for me to bust in that position, and unfortunately, I didn’t have time to get her freaky ass off of me because I couldn’t find my voice to tell her I was close.
I now understood how the right woman could demolish niggas’ pull-out game.
Slinking down in my seat, I watched Banks practice in the theater room with her male dance partner. I didn’t like seeing him touch her in certain places, but after a while, I was so fucking mesmerized by the way she moved that he’d faded into the background, right along with Nikita and her partner.
“Okay, I wanna see Banks and Calvin alone again,” Carolyn called out, watching from the side, arms folded across her skinny body.
Nikita and her nigga walked off and down the stairs of the stage, parting ways.
Halfway through Banks’s routine, I smelled a strong, flowery perfume and knew the person flopping into the theater seat next to me was Nikita.
The lights were too dim over the seats, and according to Banks, she couldn’t see from the stage due to that and the bright lights on her.
“You must really like her if you’re coming to see this. I know it’s boring as fuck. You can tell me.”
“Only when you was up there.” I kept my eyes on Banks, but judging by Nikita’s lack of crunching on the bag of almonds she’d been munching on, I knew she didn’t like my response. “Likemay be an understatement, though, when it comes to how I feel about Banks.”
“You know . . .” I listened as she shifted in her seat, strong scent of almonds dancing up my nose. “She’s a virgin, and most niggas say Banks is a tease and nothing more. Word is, she makes you think you’re getting somewhere but won’t fuck you unless you meet her crazy, psycho, drug dealing brothers. I mean, a couple of them aren’t but most are.” She shoved more nuts into her mouth, chomping down and sounding as clueless as she looked.
“Let me guess.” I finally peeled my eyes away from Banks since Carolyn had stopped her to correct some shit. “You not like that?”
“Nope.” Nikita wiggled her brows, biting her lip. She wasn’t pretty, but she kept herself together. Shit, she had to because she wasn’t cute enough to just be chill. “Ilovesex. It makes me dance better. I feel like youlovesex too.”
I could tell she was the type of uppity ass female that thought she could pay a bit of attention to a hood nigga and make him fall in love with her ass; when in reality, she didn’t possess the aura or the power for such a thing.
Old Low would’ve taken her down mercilessly and busted on her face. Had her ass blowing me up for a piece of my time and offering to suck me up whenever I felt like it.
Now though, I wouldn’t even give her ass the time of day. Had she not been a part of this practice or Banks’s peer, I would’ve never heard her fucking voice.
“Nah.” I shook my head, focusing back on stage since Banks and Calvin had started over. “IloveBanks.”
Out the corner of my eye I witnessed her lustful grin and lip bite falter so fucking fast it was almost humorous. Without another word, she shot up from her seat and switched off out of the theater just as Banks and old boy finished up.
“Nikita and Dante, come on stage,” Carolyn instructed. “I need everyone to look like mirror images of each other when dancing!”
“I think she went to the bathroom really quick,” Dante explained when Carolyn looked him over, wondering where Nikita’s ass had gone.
