by MìChaune
“What are you trying to say? No games. What’s up?”
Prince pulled her against his throbbing erection. “I can show you better than I can tell you.”
Leshaun wanted this. She wanted him and more. “Show me,” she whispered. “Show me right now.”
* * *
Leshaun started the next morning like she ended last night. She clawed at the bed sheets as Prince drove in and out of her slippery hole from the back. She gasped with each thrust that had her ass clapping and jerking back and forth.
“Prince!” she shouted as a wave of pleasure surged in her stomach. “Get up in it! Get up in my pussy!” She suffered under his lengthy strokes with her ass billowing.
“My pussy!” He smacked her juicy ass without changing the pace of his mild strokes. “Who pussy is it?” he puffed with sweat trickling down his chest and abdomen.
“Yours!” Leshaun shouted with her face on the pillow. “It’s all yours! All yours! Mmm, you fucking me soooo damn good!”
Prince fell into a hypnotic daze at the sight and sounds of her ass clapping back against him. He stood at the edge of the bed, fucking her efficiently with his measured stabs.
Leshaun bit the pillow when her pussy abruptly clenched in midstroke around his penis. The pressure rushed out from her body like a tsunami. It took her breath away and curled her toes.
“Prince!” she whined as she popped her pussy hard on the length of his veiny dick.
“Cum, baby!” He tightened his grip above the flare of her jiggling hips. “Cum all over my dick and balls. Show me how good this dick is!” He closed his eyes and threw his head back.
Leshaun had no control over her body as her climax fired off like a string of firecrackers. Again she allowed him to show how much he wanted all of her. As she came up on her elbows, she begged him to cum. She circled her pounding pussy with his strong, long dicking strokes. “Mmm, I love it like this!” She bit her bottom lip and put a dip in her back. “Come on, baby. This your pussy now. Tear it up!”
The loud applause caused by Leshaun’s big ass was too much for Prince to enjoy. All of his thoughts ran with the woman in front of him. He slid a hand to cup and fondle her soft breasts as his fourth discharge spewed from his erection.
Leshaun shivered on his dick, grinding back against him, taking all of him inside her. The proof of their new stage sat on the night table untouched and unopened: the box of condoms.
Chapter Twenty-four
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Janae stared at Bryson with her pretty face twisted. “It’s nine o’clock in the morning!”
“I came to see Lysa.” Bryson held up a Bojangles bag. “And I got some breakfast for her.” He grinned at the sight of her bare titties under the intimate apparel.
Janae snatched the bag. “She ain’t here!” She turned from the door and stomped toward the living room.
Bryson stared at her phat ass cheeks under the see-through green teddy. He invited himself in without taking his eyes off Janae.
“You got some shit with you!” she snapped from the couch as she pulled a sausage biscuit from the bag. “How the hell you gonna all of a sudden pop up after we just got fucked over?”
He shrugged. “It’s our secret.” He grinned. “Like you said about the—”
“Boy, shut up!” She unwrapped the biscuit.
“Where Lysa?” He sat across from her on the loveseat so he could look between her legs. Mmmm, that pussy phat as hell! I gotta get back up in it!
“Gone to Charlotte,” she forced between bites of the sausage biscuit.
“For what?”
She shrugged and spread her legs a little just to tease.
Bryson rubbed his chin, sat back, and adjusted his dick. “Uh, what about last night? I—”
“That was business, Bryson. Please don’t be on no feeling me type shit. He wanted a freak show, and you got to cop a feel of the pussy. It was that simple, okay?”
“So you saying it’ll never happen again?”
She sighed and chewed hard. This nigga pussy whipped al-fucking-ready! She swallowed.
“Not even for the same deal we made last night?” He made no further effort to hide the swelling between his legs.
Janae froze with the breakfast biscuit in her mouth. Now he’s talking my language! She bit into the biscuit and chewed slowly. Can’t front like the dick wasn’t good. If I do this, I have to be on my 007 shit and keep it on the down low.
Bryson had an eyeful of what he wanted again between Janae’s healthy thighs.
“Why you and Lloyd switch girls and shit?”
“Huh?” He blinked from the trance of staring at her chubby pussy lips.
“You heard me!” She kept her legs open.
Bryson licked his dry lips. “We both freaks and we like women who down to do some freak things in bed.”
“Like what?”
Bryson frowned. “Why we talking ’bout this shit? What’s up with our—”
“Just answer the fucking question before I get pissed!”
“I like to raw dawg bitches in the ass!” he blurted. “And I ain’t got no shame in eating it, baby.”
Janae rolled her eyes. “If we do this shit, I want the weed up front. Ain’t no bullshit talking ’bout you have to wait on somebody to do this or that. And it has to be that good shit!” she stated.
He nodded. “Twice a month is all I can swing.” His eyes lusted over her tits and pussy.
“I can rock with that.” She smiled and lowered her gaze at the lengthy print along his leg. “When will you re-up again?”
Bryson stood and reached up under his baggy shirt. “I got two ounces right here.” He produced the product and laid it on the living room table.
Janae dropped the half-eaten biscuit in the bag and set it on the floor. “You really tried to lick Lysa’s ass and she wouldn’t let you?”
He nodded. “You think it’s nasty?”
She wiped a few chunks from her lips and shook her head. “You wanna lick my ass?”
Bryson stepped around the living room table and reached for her hand. When she stood, he turned her around and filled his hands with her well-rounded butt cheeks. “Wanna jump in the shower?”
“Ain’t needed. My ass and pussy stay fresh like roses, baby,” she whispered over her shoulder.
Bryson lifted the back of the thin teddy over her ass. “Damn it’s so soft and phat.” He rubbed all over her ass and hips while kissing along her shoulder. “Get on the couch and hold it open fo’ me.”
Janae couldn’t front on Bryson. He had her entire body buzzing. Nipples, pussy, and ass. She slipped her thong off first and swallowed a moan when he reached between her legs.
“Pussy wet as fuck!” He roved a finger up and down the line of her pussy while mashing his erection against her pillowy ass.
“Let’s get one thing straight. I ain’t . . . Mmm, that’s my spot, boy!” She jerked her pussy from his dancing fingers. “Ain’t sucking your dick. Don’t ask and don’t put it near my face,” she asserted.
“I’m cool with that.” He leaned his face against her ear.
“Good.” She moved toward the couch.
Bryson leered at her well-built hood thick frame as she slid the teddy straps off. His dick jumped when the teddy circled her feet. She took her position and knelt on the couch, her titties swaying beneath. Her hands gripped the back of the couch when Bryson spread her butt cheeks open like the Red Sea. Her body responded to the touch of his tongue. She gave him her ass to eat. But just breaths before she could tell him to stick his tongue in her ass, Lloyd kick the door off the hinges.
“What’s your muthafucking problem!” Janae shouted at Lloyd without bothering to cover her nakedness. Lloyd was furious as he made his way from the door to the bed.
Lloyd glared at Bryson. “You might wanna bounce, homeboy.”
“Who the fuck you think you is!” Janae got up in Lloyd’s face. “Kicking my gotdamn door in like you own some shit up
in here!” She shoved Lloyd and watched him stumble a few feet back. “What the fuck is wrong with you!”
“Put some clothes on!” he said, gritting his teeth.
“Ain’t putting shit on!” she shouted in Lloyd’s face.
Bryson swallowed his pride and made his exit. Whatever beef she had with Lloyd, it didn’t mean shit to him. “What the hell you do that for?” Janae gestured toward the door as soon as Bryson left. She really didn’t want him to leave, and that fueled her anger even more.
“You fucking know why!” Lloyd turned and tried to fit the door in place as best he could. Once he got it situated, he sighed and turned to face Janae. His eyes roamed over her honey-brown D-cups and the pointy brown nipples. He felt little remorse for cockblocking Bryson. As he looked her body up and down, he fell into a trance.
“Lloyd!” Her voice broke the spell.
Lloyd cleared his voice. “Why you playing games with me? I don’t want you fuckin’ wit’ no one else!”
Oh, God! I should’ve stayed with Leshaun! Janae couldn’t believe this possessive, weak-minded nigga thought and treated her as if she was his exclusively. Lloyd definitely had her confused with Leigh Ann. “Nigga, bye! Ain’t no muthafucking way.”
“There is a way! That bullshit game you running is gonna get yo’ pretty ass hurt!” Lloyed flexed by balling his fist. Janae looked at his hand then looked at him. She knew he lost his mind.
“By who? I wish a muthafucka would!” Janae lost all respect for Lloyd. She got in his face to see if he’d make good on this threat. Lloyd tried to hold back his smile. “Ain’t shit funny!” She shoved him again. “You kicked my door in. And now you saying I’m only to fuck with you exclusively! Fool, you ain’t making a bit of sense to me. Wait.” She examined his face closely. She sniffed the air around them. “You high? That weed you smoking got you tripping like a—”
“I’m not high!” He grabbed her wrist.
She yanked free of his grip. “Ain’t fucking with your dumb ass like that! And yo’ black ass gonna pay for my door and I mean that shit! Busting up in here like you paying my rent—”
“Janae!” Lloyd towered over her. “Will you shut the fuck up!”
“Boy!” she fumed. “You are pissing me off fo’ real! Muthafucka, we even! You forgot about my door?” She rolled her eyes and suddenly noticed he had on the same gear from last night. “Why you ain’t wash your ass? Dirty-dick-ass nigga.”
Lloyd sat down and kicked his feet up on the table. “Can I chill here for a few days?”
“Hell to the no! Better go get a room or something. You ain’t fixing to be getting on my nerves all damn day!”
“Wanna hear some crazy shit?”
“I’m seeing a lot of crazy shit by looking at yo’ silly ass!”
“Nah, for real for real. I don’t give a fuck ’bout the bread I lost.”
“Then why the hell you kick in my door!”
“’Cause I was jealous.”
Janae gasped. “Seriously?”
He nodded. “You know that pussy is the best.” He laid his hand on her bare thigh.
“And it’s true.” She smiled. “But you ain’t getting none until you fix my door.” She shoved his hand away and looked back at the door. “Damn! You tore my shit up!”
“Gimme your phone and I’ll get it fixed today.”
Shit. Might as well give ’im his phone back. “Use your own shit!” She frowned.
He shook his head dejectedly. “I lost it last night.”
“You better be glad I like your crazy ass.” She stood. “You left your phone in the room. It’s in my bedroom.” As she walked by him, he grabbed her around the waist and slammed her face down on the couch.
“Stop playing, boy!” She tried to turn and shove him away, but suddenly she froze when his lips tickled her bare ass. “Lloyd, if you don’t stop—”
“What?” He licked her left cheek while rubbing and squeezing the right.
“We can’t do it.” She closed her eyes and arched her butt against his face.
“Why not?” He softly bit all over her ass as his dick woke up.
“The door,” she moaned. “Aaahhh, I love it when you bite my ass like . . . Oohhh, shit! Lick my sweet ass. You know how I like it.”
Lloyd worked her body to a boiling state before he jumped up and slid the kitchen table against the front door. In no time he joined her in the nude to take a shower. They fucked hard and fast in the bedroom, going through two condoms before their bodies shut down. Janae figured she could use Lloyd for her gain. His dick and fetish of eating her ass were just the type of benefits she could rock with.
* * *
Lloyd kept his word and had the front door fixed by 2:00 p.m. Later that evening, he sat back, relaxed, on the couch with Janae watching TV. Janae made looking sexy so easy in a loose shirt and thong. She hummed the latest Chris Brown song while applying a coat of pink nail polish to her toenails.
“Where Lysa at?” he asked with the aroma of her ass and pussy on his mustache.
“Minding her business,” she replied as she dipped the nail brush in the bottle.
“Always gotta be a smart ass.” He grinned.
“Boy, shut up.”
He reached for the remote and changed the channel. “What up with that new lick you and Lysa working on?”
“Boy, bye!” She laughed. “Don’t try to butter me up because your ass is homeless.”
“You find it funny?” he asked with a straight face.
“Damn right I do. And if yo’ ass wanna stay with me tonight you betta show a bitch some respect,” she joked.
“I got your respect right here.” He grabbed his dick and shook it.
Janae put the polish down and slid across the couch. “Why you wanna know about the lick?” She pressed up close on his arm and lusted at the dick print under his boxers.
“Maybe I can help you.” He slid his hand up her juicy thigh. “My people can set up a bank account.”
She slid closer and shoved a hand under his boxers. “Maybe you can.” She squeezed him. “But right now I wanna ride this stick and then I’ll tell you what’s up.”
Chapter Twenty-five
Zay moved the blue and white roses and bottle of Grey Goose to his left arm as he reached into his right pocket and pulled out the card key. As he tried to enter with his card key, he was frustrated that it didn’t work after two attempts.
“Gogo, let me call you back. My guest is here.” Leshaun sat on the couch in a royal blue Victoria’s Secret negligee as she looked at her nails and tried to rush her sister off the phone.
“I thought you were gonna stop messing with Zay,” Gogo could be heard saying.
“I like trouble sometimes,” Leshaun admitted as she rolled her eyes at the phone.
“Whatever,” Gogo replied.
“Look, get you a man, and not one attached to someone else; then you can talk to me about what I need to do about Zay.” Leshaun pressed END on her phone as she saw Zay trying to come into the unlocked door. His efforts were blocked by the chain.
“Open the door, Leshaun,” Zay yelled as he bumped into the door. “I gotta go.”
“Put it in ajar and make lemonade!” Leshaun yelled.
“Why you got to be so difficult? I got something for you.” Zay tried to keep calm while holding it in.
“I don’t need you, Zay, or what you think you got in your pants.” Leshaun still refused to get up and unlock the door.
“What I think I got?” Zay lost his cool.
“It’s barely there,” Leshaun replied nonchalantly.
“Really?” Zay knew this game already and decided he was going to wait it out. He knew Leshaun wasn’t going to leave him outside of the room forever.
“Yeah, really. You need to call Dr. Oz and see if he can hook you up with an implant.” Leshaun decided to stop playing with him and quickly undid the chain and took a seat on the couch. She reached behind her and pulled an object out.
Z
ay scowled as he quickly switched the items from the left arm to the right arm. He grabbed the doorknob tight, stepped back, and barged his way into Leshaun’s room. As he stepped in, he was surprised to see Leshaun aiming a Glock at him.
“If I wanted you in my apartment, I woulda let you in.” Leshaun gave Zay attitude.
“Then why’d you undo the chain?” Zay asked.
“Maybe I changed my mind,” Leshaun suggested.
“You gonna put that gun away?” Zay tried to figure out how he was gonna stop Leshaun from playing games with him.
“Why don’t you come get it?” Leshaun toyed with him.
Zay moved toward her and Leshaun got off the couch and stepped to him. Zay looked annoyed when he lifted the flowers and the alcohol.
“Ooh, for me! These are my favorite colors.” Leshaun got excited.
“I know,” Zay answered.
Leshaun put the gun on the table, and she took the roses and the Grey Goose from Zay. Leshaun smelled the roses then put them in the empty vase on the table and placed the Grey Goose next to it. Zay took a seat.
“And you gave me the headache,” Zay sarcastically replied. “Got some Aleve?”
“All day strong. All day long.” Leshaun walked to where Zay was sitting, and she straddled him on the chair. Leshaun wrapped her arms around Zay and gave him a kiss. “You know I be messin’ wit’ you.”
“Umh-humm. I’m gonna stop messing with you since I’m barely there,” Zay grunted.
“You know I was just teasing.” Leshaun slowly ground on Zay’s lap.
Zay and Leshaun continued to kiss as Zay lifted Leshaun up and put her on the table. Zay continued to kiss her neck as Leshaun reached down to unbuckle Zay’s pants. The pants fell, and Leshaun tugged and pushed Zay’s boxer briefs down. Zay was kissing and sucking on Leshaun’s breasts through her negligee.
“That tickles,” Leshaun whispered. Zay moved his fingers to her sides and tickled her as he continued to bite and suck on her neck. “Ooh, man.”
“What’s my name?” Zay asked.
“Zay. Your name is Zay,” a voice in the hallway replied.
Zay and Leshaun stopped as they look at the lady in the hallway who was watching them through the door.