Page 50 of Deep Throat Diva

“Damn, baby…why you stop?”

“Get on your knees. I wanna suck your dick from the back,” I tell him. He has me so fucking horny. I want to freak him in every way imaginable. He gets on his knees and I reach between his thighs and pull back his dick and balls, then begin licking the backside of his cock, the underside of the head, and his balls. He moans as my wet tongue slithers up along the crack of his ass, licking around his hole.

“Yo, what the fuck you doin’ back there?” he asks, panting. I tell him to shut up, to relax, and let me have my way with him. His body tenses as I begin licking his asshole, darting my tongue in and out of it. But, slowly he begins to relax as I am stroking his cock at the same time. Five minutes later, he is bucking his hips and moaning as he shoots a thick load out. Again, I suck him clean.

We lay in silence, listening to each other’s breathing. I’m not sure where his thoughts are. But mine have drifted back to the menacing phone calls, the fliers, the smashed car and shop windows, trying to figure out who this psycho on the loose is. Them pretty-ass lips…that’s all I thought about…you sucking this dick? I have got to find that nigga and get him under control before Jasper gets home for good. Maybe I should just go ’head and suck his damn dick and be done with it since that’s all he wants, I think, rubbing Jasper’s hand. He has it resting on my stomach. I am so fucking disgusted with the idea of some loon trying to disrupt my life. If I had a gun I’d blow his fucking balls off, then shoot him in his face for wreaking havoc in my life. Fucking bastard!

“Yo, what you thinkin’ ’bout?” Jasper asks, nudging me.

“You,” I say, looking back at him. I flash him an award-winning smile.

He grins. “Oh, word? What you thinkin’ ’bout?”

“About how much I love you, and how lucky I am to have you in my life.” Shame starts to creep in and I feel myself becoming emotional as I tell him this, because it’s true. I do love him with all of my heart. And I do feel blessed to have him as a part of my life. I only wish I could shake my demons. Find a way to rid myself of that motherfucker who has become a thorn in my side. My guilt begins to overwhelm me and I break down and start crying.

“Damn, baby. Why you cryin’? Wassup?”

“I-I’m…so…happy. And I love you…so much,” I sob uncontrollably.

“Damn, yo,” he says, pulling me closer into him. He holds me tighter. “I’m the one who’s a lucky muhfucka. You my world, baby. I’m in this ’til we die, baby, real talk. And that’s my word. You hear me?” I nod, feeling his dick harden. “Good. Now, let me get some more of this good pussy before we gotta bounce.” He lifts my left leg up, slides himself into the back of my pussy, then fucks me in long, deep strokes until he busts another nut in me.

TWENTY-ONE

“Aye, yo, what nigga’s ass you been lickin’?”

I frown, looking over at the digital clock. 12:22 A.M. I don’t believe this shit, I think, rolling my eyes up in my head. He has a cell phone—along with practically everyone else in the building—that he keeps hidden up in the ceiling of the halfway house because it’s considered contraband. Now he calls me around the damn clock, checking for me. “Jasper, what in the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t think I didn’t peep how you licked my asshole while you were suckin’ my nuts the last two times we were together.”

“OhmyGod, nigga,” I snap, sitting up in bed. “You fucking mean to tell me you’re waking me up in the middle of the night to ask me about some shit I did to you almost two weeks ago? You have got to be kidding me.”

“Nah, I ain’t kiddin’ shit. I wanna know what’s really good wit’ you. Since when you start lickin’ assholes?”

“Nigga, what’s good is: I sucked your dick. Sucked your balls, then felt the urge to lick around my man’s asshole. Maybe, I wanted to try something different. Shit, you damn sure didn’t seem to take issue with it while I was doing it, nigga. So what’s the problem now?”

“The problem is I wanna know since when you start lickin’ a muhfucka in his ass? All the years we been together you ain’t never done no shit like that. Now, all of a sudden, you on some new type shit.”

My mouth drops open. The nerve of this mo

therfucker. I literally feel myself about to blow a gasket. “New type shit?” I ask incredulously. “Are you fucking serious? Nigga, I haven’t been with my man sexually in almost five years. A bitch was horny, and fucking turned on that I finally had my man stripped down in bed with his hard-ass dick hovering over my face and the only thing your ungrateful, paranoid ass is thinking about is whose asshole I’ve been licking. Newsflash, nigga: The only ass I’ve ever licked is yours. I tried something new. And guess what, motherfucker? I liked it. No, cross that. I loved it, nigga! That’s why I did it twice! So get the fuck over yourself.”

“Aye, yo, don’t try ’n come at me all crazy ’n shit. I only asked you a simple question.”

“No, nigga. It was a crazy-ass question; that’s what it was.”

He huffs. “Whatever, yo.”

“Whatever nothing,” I snap, pausing so I can get my thoughts in check before I say some shit I don’t really mean. But, this nigga done got me riled up with this dumb shit. “Well, since you’re into asking simple questions, answer me this, nigga: Did you like it? ’Cause the way you had your ass tooted up I’d say you were enjoying it a little too much. So maybe I should be asking you who you’ve had licking your hole while—”

“Aye, yo,” he snaps back, cutting me off, “don’t fuckin’ play me, yo. Ain’t nothin’ pussy ’bout me, yo.”

“How I know?” I ask, deciding to fuck with him some more.

“Yeah, aiight, Pasha. Don’t get beat the fuck up, yo.”

“Whatever, Jasper,” I say, hanging up on him. Two minutes later, he’s calling back. When I don’t answer the house phone, he starts calling my cell, then house line again. “Yes?”

“Aye, yo. Why you gotta play?”

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