Page 86 of The Prodigy

I stuck my tongue back in her mouth and slid right on in. Once again, she felt like heaven on this ugly earth. I groaned my way through every stroke, helplessly aroused and insatiable even though I was buried deep inside her. It felt too good to be true. Like a dream I was scared I was gonna wake up from.

I pounded her pussy without mercy. Hard, fast, and deep, I stroked her until I’d had enough missionary. I lifted my body, bringing her with me, until I was standing. Just like I’d said, I tossed her a few inches in the air and let her slam down on my dick. Again. Again. Over and over, I bounced her up and brought her back down until her head fell back and she was screaming my name. Sweat poured down my forehead as I worked her out. I studied her face, her lips, her titties, the creamy wetness she left on my dick.

“Fuck!” I yelled out. “Your pussy got me fucked up, Malika. Feel so fuckin’ good, girl.”

She didn’t say anything, just fixed her lips to my neck and sucked hard. I was close, but I still had more tossing to do.

I lifted her off me and threw her on the bed. With my right arm, I flipped her over. With the left, I pulled her hips up, then pressed her face onto the sheet.

Backshots were the grand finale, and they didn’t disappoint. She arched that back like it was her job and took my dick as best she could. I felt her flinch, so I let up a little and leaned down to get in her ear.

“You good? You need a break?”

“A break? What’s that?”

I chuckled and ran my tongue up the shell of her ear. “I felt you flinch. I know it’s big, but your pussy is deep. I thought you could take it.”

“Icantake it.” She was defiant. “Fuck me, Jakari. I promise I’ll take it.”

“You will, huh? Aight, let’s see.” Cuz I went easy on her last time. Not tonight, though. Tonight, it was a go.

I lifted my leg and planted it beside her. She arched a little higher for me and grabbed two handfuls of sheet.

The first stroke made her whimper. The second one made her moan. I kept it slow, but not easy. I was trying to knock the bottom out. Baby girl was taking that shit, too. I was impressed and happy.

Quietly, she said, “Jakari?” and I thought she was about to fold. But nah, she threw me a curve ball.

“You can call me that if you want to.”

“Call you what?”

“Bitch.”

“Um—” The sound of our skin slapping made it hard to hear her. IthoughtI knew what she said, but—

“I’m your bitch, Jakari. Right?”

Okay, so she did say that. I fucked her a little faster. “Yeah. That’s right.”

“Mmmm. Don’t you have something you wanna say to me?”

She was on one, and I liked that shit.

“Yeah.” I spread her cheeks and watched myself fuck her, knowing the end was near. But I said it anyway.

“Cum on this dick, bitch.”

She came, and I groaned and nutted longer and harder than I ever had. Her walls squeezed and milked every drop out of me.

“Fuck!” I yelled out, still shooting off inside her. Shit was never-ending. “Shit. Malika. Fuck. I—”

“Jakari. What are you doing to meeee?”

“Shit, what you doin’ tome? Damn.”

It took all my strength to pull out of her. Exhausted, I collapsed on the bed next to her, but she got up and left me there. I guess she went to the bathroom, I don’t know. My eyes were closed.

Eventually, she came back and laid down beside me.

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