Page 60 of The Man Handler

“Rule number one,” I say, shutting the door behind him. “Be on time, or be turned away.”

“Go ’head with that dumb shit, baby,” he says, pulling me into him. Ooh, he’s an aggressive motherfucker.

He’s much taller than I thought. I look up at him, raising my brow. “‘Go ’head’ nothing. You don’t show up here late and then be nonchalant about it. I don’t know how the chicks you fuck with get down, but you don’t have it like that with me.”

“Yeah, but I will,” he says in a cocky tone, grabbing my ass. “Damn, you got a soft ass.”

I don’t respond. Instead, I sniff. Sniff again. This nigga’s been smoking weed. He attempts to kiss me on the lips, but I yank my head back, frowning.

“You been smoking?” I ask, stepping out of his embrace.

“Yeah, why? You got a problem with that?”

“Yeah, I do. I don’t smoke. And the smell is offensive, so in the future—if you wanna get invited back, don’t do it.”

“Oh, aiight. You got that, ma. Anything else?”

“Rule number two—” he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into him again.

“Listen, I’m here to fuck, not get lectured on your house rules. So what’s good, we fucking or not?”

Oh no this little young nigga didn’t, I think, shut me down in my own house. My pussy jumps. “We fucking,” I say, sheepishly, taking him by the hand and leading him up the stairs.

 

; “That’s what it is,” he replies, slapping me on the ass, then palming it. “Yeah, you got a nice, fat ass. All that shit you been talkin’ got me wantin’ to beat somethin’ up.”

“I hope you know how to deliver.”

“I can show you better than I can tell you.”

“We shall see,” I say, grinning.

And the minute we step into my bedroom, I push his young ass down onto the bed. He leans up on his forearms. “Don’t get up,” I say in a sultry whisper as I untie my robe, then let it fall off my shoulders and drop to the floor. I am standing in front of him naked.

“Gotdamn, you got a banging body,” he says, licking his lips and pulling at his crotch.

I walk up to him, drop down between his legs, then reach up and unbuckle his belt. I unsnap the button to his jeans, then use my teeth to unzip his pants. He lifts up his hips and allows me to pull his jeans down around his ankles. He kicks off his unlaced Timbs and pulls off his shirt as I remove his pants from around his ankles and toss them over in the corner. He attempts to remove his black Polo boxers to release his already hard dick. Its weight is pressing up against the fabric of his underwear. But I grab his hands and stop him.

“Leave ’em on,” I say, burying my face in the center of his crotch. I open my mouth and glide it along the length of his dick over his cotton boxers, wetting them up with my spit. I find the head with my tongue, then suck it over the fabric. His dick is deliciously thick. And its head is large and bulbous. I greedily suck on it.

“Yeah, you want that big dick, don’t you?” he asks in a deep moan. I say nothing, just continue wetting up his underwear. “Ah, shit.”

My pussy begins to tingle and my clit starts to fill with excitement. Unfortunately, I can still smell the weed, and it’s starting to make me sick. I know I’m not putting him out because I want to fuck him all night and taste my cunt juice on his lips and tongue. Yes, I plan on breaking my no-kissing house rule. So what!

I abruptly get up off my knees and walk toward the bathroom. I can feel his eyes on the bounce of my ass. “Yo, why you stop?” he asks.

“I’ll be right back.” I go into my linen closet and pull out a bath towel set and a bar of soap, along with a new toothbrush, then turn on the shower. I walk back into the bedroom and hand them to him. “Here.”

He looks at my hand and frowns. “Yo, what’s this for?”

“If you want me to suck your dick and give you some of this pussy, then you need to go brush your teeth and take a shower, first, ’cause I can’t stand that damn weed smell. Maybe them young chicks like that shit, but I don’t.”

He looks at me stunned, but says nothing. He stands up, steps out of his underwear, leaving it in the middle of the floor and walks toward me. I try not to stare, but I am amazed at how defined and muscular his body is. His beautiful dick swings like a pendulum as he walks.

“You getting in with me?” he asks, stepping up into my space.

I shake my head. “No, I’m already showered. I’ll be lying right there—” I point to the center of the bed—“with my legs open, waiting for you to put your face in between them.”

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