Page 19 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
He traced his fingers along the side of my neck before trailing kisses in the same spot. I didn’t think a man’s lips could be so soft, but I was wrong. He strategically placed kisses along my collarbone up toward my ear as his hands followed a more southern route.
“Mmm,” I moaned involuntarily when he made contact with my pearl.
“Shit,” he grumbled, whirling his fingers around my sweetness.
He released his hand and turned me around to face him. He stared in my eyes for a second, like he was searching for some sort of sign, before he attacked my lips. I was more than happy to oblige. As our kiss deepened, he gripped me under my butt cheeks and hoisted me in the air. My legs instinctively wrapped around his torso. Without breaking our kiss, he marched us upstairs to his bedroom. Under different circumstances, I would’ve been scared that he would drop me. This was his house, so I was secure in knowing he knew his way around it with his eyes closed. Once we were inside his room, he placed me to my feet.
“Go change into that joint you packed,” he spoke, voiced laced with lust.
Following his orders, I went into the bathroom to freshen up and change. I wasn’t a virgin by far, but this man wasn’t just anybody. He wasthat niggain the streets, and here it was I was in his house willing to let him do whatever he wanted to me. I pulled my black lace bra and thong set out my bag and slipped it on. I let Asia’s ass talk me into packing some matching heels, so here I was slipping them on too. I oiled my body with my Botanical Body Oil from Xfoliate Skin Care and was ready to go. I was nervous like I’d never been half naked around men before. I took a deep breath and exited the bathroom. Jersey was sitting on the edge of the bed smoking a blunt. I’d seen no one look so sexy as he did when they smoked. When he looked up at me, he choked on what I was sure was potent weed.
“Damn, shawty. I ain’t expect you to come out like that. I mean, I’ve seen you in your dance gear, but this shit right here is exclusive because it’s just for me. Bring your ass over here.”
I swayed in his direction, stopping right between his legs. His huge hands automatically connected to my skin as he blew the Swizz up toward me.
“You gonna dance for me?”
“It’s not like I haven’t before,” I countered.
“You right, but this is just for me.” He smirked as he leaned over and picked up his phone. A few minutes later, the music started playing, and he placed the phone back on the nightstand.
“Do your thing, shawty.”
I stepped out of his embrace, and I did just what he asked.
I made love to the lyrics that Lucci was rapping as I made my ass clap to the beat without missing one. When I turned around, I straddled his lap, still dancing.
“You sexy as hell. You know that?” I didn’t respond; I just continued to grind on him. From the bulge that had formed in his shorts, he appreciated my show. In the middle of the lap dance, he flipped me on my back and attacked my lips. Taking his fingers, he explored my lower set again, causing me to arch my back.
He released my lips and traveled his kisses down until he reached my nipples and swirled his tongue around each one before continuing on his mission. He placed a kiss on my navel as he surpassed it. He finally made it down to my lower set of lips, and it felt like I hadn’t breathed in ages. This man literally sucked my pussy through the lace, and I had my first orgasm just from that. He wasn’t finished, though. Like a greedy animal, he ripped the crotch of my thong and latched onto my clit and damn near sucked the breath out my body.
“Oh, my… shit,” I whimpered. Eating pussy of this caliber should be a crime. The way that he was devouring my shit would have me bailing him out if it was. If this was what his head was like, I was kinda scared to get the dick. Between him sucking and plunging his fingers in and out of me simultaneously, I felt that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach indicating that I was about to have one of the best orgasms of my life.
“Ooh… shit! I’m about to cum,” I whined.
“Hurry that shit up so I can tear this pretty lil’ pussy down,” he groaned before going right back to the task at hand.
“Mmm… Jers… shit,” I stammered. That shit was so forceful, I forgot how to talk for a second.
I lay there, trying to catch my breath, because this nigga literally sucked it out through my pussy. I heard the sound of a condom wrapper opening and the bed dip again.
“Get that ass in the air,” he demanded, stroking his dick.
How the hell is he toting all that around?I thought to myself as I prepared to assume the position. He caught me staring and smirked.
“Yeah, I know. Y’all about to get real acquainted.”
Positioning myself on my knees, I placed the perfect arch in my back that made my body as flat as possible with the exception of my ass in the air.
“This shit looks even better up close and personal,” he complimented, smacking each cheek. To add a lil’ zazzle to it, I made it jiggle for him.
“Do that shit again,” he ordered.
Being obedient, I did but froze when I felt him entering me.
“Shit. Nah, don’t stop,” he grunted.
I didn’t know how he expected me to do that when it felt like he was tearing my shit up.
