His touch brings me a euphoric thrill because of the sharp contrast between his index finger and his palm hitting my ass cheeks. I shudder with pleasure as Augustine takes his well-lubricated finger and pushes it back into my asshole. I don’t even cry out as he pushes his finger into my ass again. The dull throb is nothing compared to my stinging ass cheeks.

“I’m not done spanking that ass,” he says. “I just want you to feel how wet that shit made you.”

He slowly withdraws his finger from my ass and the slow stimulation from Augustine removing his finger from my back door causes me to moan. He rubs the juices from his wet finger on my ass and as I shudder, he spanks me again. The sound is like a crack of thunder. I don’t even know if I scream.

“Finally,” Augustine says. “Your ass is getting purple.”

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ChapterNine

Augustine

Itell myself this is the liquor, this is my sex drive, but really I am pissed the fuck off. Trinity whimpers as I rub her ass in another slow circle, threatening another smack even if I already turned her ass purple. It doesn’t take as long as I thought it would. The soft skin around her large ass cheeks is clearly very sensitive.

“You don’t get spanked often?”

“I don’t let men hit me,” she sneers.

“Do you let them put their fingers up your ass?” I ask her, moving my finger back to her back door. I don’t know why the fuck I’m so fixated on her ass tonight. Maybe it’s because of the size. If I had to guess, each of those ass cheeks could hold three basketballs. I can tell the cheeks are natural. Fuck, I would have popped a fake ass like a damn balloon. No. This is just a natural black woman with the type of body most women are too ashamed to admit they envy.

“No,” she says, her ass jiggling as she moves her body in resistance again. “I don’t let men put their fingers up my ass.”

My cock jerks against her stomach.

“Good. It’s good to hear a woman saving something for her husband these days.”

“Fuck you.”

“It was a joke, Trinity… just a joke…”

I touch her ass cheeks gently and she flinches so hard that I almost feel guilty. Maybe guilt isn’t the right word for it. My dick still needs relief and the longer I spend spanking those ass cheeks, the less time I can spend watching them bounce around my dick.

“I’m done,” I tell her. “Get off my lap.”

I release her from my tight grip and she rolls off, falling onto her ass and emitting a loud yelp. Fuck. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I reach my hand out to help her up, since I didn’t mean for her to throw herself off me like a sack of potatoes, but Trinity smacks my hand away aggressively.

“Fine. Get your ass up on your own, wild cat. Then bend over so I can put my dick in my wife’s cunt.”

“I hate how you talk,” she says, sneering at me as she rises to her feet.

“Is that why you have girl cum dripping down your thighs?”

“Shut up,” she says, standing at her full height in front of me, glancing at the bed. I’m taking up most of the room, so she can’t exactly climb in without getting past me. My cock rages with desire for her. She is so goddamn gorgeous and I already let myself go too far with her.

“You can take that hat off too. I want to see my real wife when I put my dick inside you.”

I don’t know why, but something about what I say calms her down a little bit. She still talks back. That seems like what I signed up for apparently. But she doesn’t seem as closed off. Her thighs part slightly and the tiniest smirk teases her round cheeks until she actively suppresses it.

“It’s not a hat, dumbass. It’s a bonnet. And it’s still real. My wigs are also real. You can see them, can’t you?” Trinity responds sassily.

Whatever. I can’t let her lip bother me.

“I mean… I want to know who you really are. I want tofuckwho you really are. I don’t care if you’re bald under there.”

Our eyes meet for a second. Maybe there’s a connection. Maybe I just imagine it.I’m terrible with women. I wouldn’t be in this situation if I wasn’t a fuck up.

Trinity snickers. “Bald? White boy, I’m not bald. I just braided my hair down.”