Page 37 of Only if You Catch Me
Persia sighed as if I was stressing her out, but I didn’t care. “First of all, we’ve never discussed birthdays. We haven’t even talked.”
“That’s your fault.”
“My fault?” her brows hiked.
“Yeah, your fault. You’re the one running from me because you need time to heal and all that jazz. I get that. So, I fell back and gave you your space. And you all out with other niggas.”
“Is that a crime? I am single.”
That shit made my lip twitch, but I let it slide because she hadn’t told any lies. “Did you go out with David?”
Persia frowned and drew back. “Hell no.”
“Good. Now, I don’t have to fuck you up.”
We had a brief stare off before she took a small step back. “Are we going to stay in the parking garage, or are we going inside?”
I followed Persia into her building. We were silent until we crossed the threshold of her condo. Looking around, I took in the balloons, vases of flowers, and gift bags that were in the living room and kitchen. Kissing my teeth, I shook my head.
“I never seen a female that doesn’t want gifts.”
Persia giggled as she took off her heels. “Who doesn’t like gifts? You can still get me something.”
It was my turn to frown. “If you wanted a gift, you would have told me it was your birthday.”
Persia walked over to me and pressed her body into mine. “Stop acting like that.” She poked her lips out indicating that she wanted a kiss, and I wanted to ignore her bad as hell, but I was learning just how weak I was for her ass.
My stubbornness lasted all of fifteen seconds before I was placing a juicy kiss on her lips. Since it was her birthday Persia must have been in a great mood because we ended up in her bedroom with my dick in her mouth. I pushed out a low moan as she deep throated my dick, and that was no easy feat. However, shorty was sucking me off like a pro. The sound affects her mouth was making had my toes curling as she gagged and slurped on the dick. Slowly, she jacked me off as she sucked my balls into her mouth. My lids closed as she took me back into her mouth and hummed as she devoured the D.
Persia made eye contact as she cupped her breasts in her hands and continued to suck me. “You turning up for your birthday, huh?” I asked with heavy lids. “You sucking the fuck out this dick.”
With her eyes still locked on my face, Persia began to suck faster.
“Let me see if you gon’ turn that pussy up like you got this mouth working.”
She took her time cleaning the excess saliva off my dick. The moment her mouth was off my member, I reached into my pocket for a condom. Persia and I had unprotected sex once before and while that shit was good as fuck, I couldn’t pull out. It was too damn good. And no matter how much I liked her, it was still not my plan to get someone pregnant by accident. I wanted my child to be planned and wanted by both parents. If Persiahadn’t given her husband a baby, I doubted she’d be eager to give me one so soon.
“Oh you showing out for real,” I marveled as Persia got on her knees and put the perfect arch in her back.
Her response was a subtle twerk that had her ass bouncing just enough to make my mouth water. A small gasp left her throat when I put her entire pussy in my mouth from behind. Spreading her cheeks, I slid my tongue down the crack of her ass, and she trembled.
“Twerk on my face the way you were just doing,” I mumbled before sucking her clit into my mouth.
Persia dead ass tasted like pineapples, and I was going in. She was wetting my entire beard, and I gave no fucks. The sounds of her erotic moans filling the room had my dick harder than steel.
A deep, guttural moan of my own mingled with hers when I slid into her. Persia pushed back into me, and I bit my bottom lip. Whatever she was on, I was loving that shit. The wetter she became and the tighter her pussy muscles gripped my dick the thought of someone else sampling her goodness pissed me off.
“Who else had some of this pussy?” I asked as I fucked her harder and faster.
“Nobody,” she moaned.
I didn’t like the fact that I cared because if she decided to have sex with someone else there wouldn’t be a thing I could do about it.
“You gon’ give the nigga you went out on a date with some pussy?”
“Fuck no,” she moaned louder.
“Good girl,” I smacked her on the ass.
