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Crying, pushing him, and running from it. He lied when he told me that he would make this my last one because he only started fuckin me harder. I just remember my head started spinning, someone knocking on the door, which I’m sure was the food, and me telling him that I felt like I was going to pass out, as he was still digging in me from the back. I don’t remember anything else after that because I sure as hell did pass out.
Chapter 14
Tavion ‘Tank’ Briggs
Strike One
It was almost noon, and I was out back with Noir. It was the morning after getting the best pussy that I ever had in my life, and I had been moving around the house with a smile on my face since I woke up. I still couldn’t believe the shit that happened between Dionne and I last night. What started as a simple phone call from her, telling me the shit that had taken place with her tire, turned out to her coming to my crib, and getting fucked.
For a nigga that’s been fuckin for a very long time and have explored my fair share of women over the years, I can honestly say that that was the best pussy that I’ve ever had. Aside from the way she felt, and tasted, I think what also made it so good was the fact that I had feelings for this girl, so I wasn’t just fuckin her, looking for my nut. I was fuckin her, and I cared about her, so that combo made the sex ten times better.
She passed out on me last night. I tried to get her up to eat because the pizza had come, but she didn’t want to. I ended up leaving her on the couch, meeting the delivery guy at the porch, and I ate on the couch next to her. When I finished, I brought her upstairs with me, put her in bed with me, and a little after midnight, Dionne woke up out of her sleep. I heard her moving around in the bed, which had me waking up, and the fuckinstarted all over again. I couldn’t stay out of her. Now, here it was, a brand-new day, and she was still in bed, sleeping.
I was out back, finishing some grooming with Noir. I came out to brush her coat, using the comb that was specifically for her. I even cleaned her hooves, in which she stood up tall, allowing me to do it. As I was bent down, doing that, I heard the sliding door open, which led out to the backyard, and that’s when I looked up, and it was Dionne that I saw standing there. She put back on the sweatsuit that I’d given her last night, and there were socks on her feet. Her beautiful hair was hanging down, and she put a hand up, as if she was blocking out the sunlight, while trying to look at me.
“I was looking for you,” was the first thing that she said to me.
“I was out here. Come here,” I called to her.
“I don’t have any shoes,” she let me know.
“Slip on my slides. They right there by the door,” I said.
I watched her as she looked down, saw my slides, and she stepped out, closing the sliding door behind her, and her walk was evidence of what we did last night, and early this morning. It’s like she couldn’t move fast. A limp that wasn’t there last night when she arrived was now something that stood out. With a smirk on my face, I stood up, holding the small metal tool in my hand that I’d been using to clean Noir’s hooves.
The closer Dionne got to me, she was smiling bigger, but her eyes were on Noir, and I knew that’s what had her happy because she was seeing her for the first time.
“Awww. She’s so beautiful, Tank. Can I touch her?” was the first thing that she asked me. You could just tell that Dionne was a pet mom.
“Go ahead. She’s a good girl,” I told her, and with a smile, she picked her hand up, and she softly brushed it along Noir’s neck.
The entire time she was rubbing her, she had her eyes fixated on Noir, gazing at her with nothing but love in her eyes. Because I had a deep love for horses, standing here, and watching this moment, seeing Dionne fall in love with Noir, it had me crushing on her even more.
“I’ll teach you how to ride her one day,” I let her know, and she smiled, in her own world, too fixated on Noir to verbally respond to me.
When she finished, she took her gaze off Noir, so that she could look up at me. There was a smirk on her face, as she tilted her head to the side, looked at me for a few seconds, and she laughed.
“I’m so embarrassed about last night,” she confessed, and I removed her hand from Noir, so that I could pull her into me.
“Why? That shit was beautiful,” I told her.
“I feel like I did a lot. The fuckin crying, the running, and not to mention, I passed the hell out. Last night was a fuckin experience, for sure,” she said, picking her arms up, so that she could wrap them around my neck.
“This was our first time, and I’m not working with the average sized dick, so you reacted to it in a way that I expected you to. I’m not judging you. You liked it though?” I already knew the answer, but I just wanted to hear her say it.
“I loved it,” cooed, and then she kissed me on my lips.
“I don’t want you to leave. What you doing tonight? You want to go to a football game? My lil cousin playing tonight, and I want to take you with me. Me and my family sit in suites. You want to come?” I asked, hoping that she said yes.
“I’ll go. I gotta go home first. Before I came down here, I called my hair stylist to see if he could get me in, and he told me to come at two. After that, I want to take care of some stuff at the house, and then I can come back over,” she let me know, and I told her that I was fine with that.
Dionne stayed out here, watching me as I finished grooming Noir. I eventually finished up, and I went over to her, picking her up, carrying her in my arms to the house. She wrapped her arms around my neck, legs around my waist, and we kissed the whole way into the house. I took her up the stairs, back into my bedroom, and I had my way with that pussy again. I didn’t go all in, pulling out all the tricks on her because I knew she was pressed for time, and needed to make it out of here, so that she could get to her hair appointment.
When we finished up, she showered, and she put back on the clothes that she had on last night when she came over. They were clean because she’d washed them last night. Now, we were just standing in the garage, and she was looking at the new tire that I’d placed on this morning.
“Wow. What time did you even do this? How did I sleep during that?” she asked me,
“He came around eight this morning, and I put it on after he left. I put the spare back in the back. You good now. You shouldn’t have any more problems on the road,” I said.
