by Cairo
He nips at my ear, then whispers, “Je veux te baiser profound dans ta chatte, bébé.”
Something fuck. Something pussy. Something you. Whatever it is, it causes shivers to dart through me. “W-w-what did you say?” I ask, panting. “You know it drives me wild when you speak in French, Marcel. Stop teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing you, baby.” He kisses the left side of my neck, then the right side. “I said…I want…to fuck…you…”—more kisses—“deep…in…your pussy, baby…”
“Then fuck me,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.
My mouth finds his and my tongue delves deep into the warm, wet space between his lips as he pinches my clit just enough to bring me to the edge of an orgasm, and keep me there. I know he can see the rapacious hunger in my eyes staring into his.
Marcel does this to me. Always.
“Mmm.” Marcel moans, pulling his fingers out of me and sliding them into my mouth as he inches the head of his dick into my slit. I suck his fingers as if I’m sucking his dick as he pushes it in. I gasp as he pulls his fingers from my mouth. “I’m about to stretch this pussy open.”
I stuff my fist into my mouth to keep from screaming as my orgasm slams into me as Marcel pushes his dick further into me. Slowly. Purposefully. His hips move steady. His dick pulls out. Then slides back in. Pulls out. Slides back in. Pulls out. Slides back in. Four inches, six inches, seven inches, eight inches…
“Ooh, oooh, oooooh…yes, baby…fuck me like that. Mmm…”
He pulls all the way out to the tip. Fucks the mouth of my pussy with the thick mushroom head of his dick. Then slides back in. Nine inches, ten inches…
I am peaking. Urging Marcel on through hissed breath as he stuffs more of his dick inside of me. I arch into the burning heat, throwing my head back.
“Whose dick you fuckin’, huh, baby?”
“It’s mine,” I push out. My breath catches in the back of my throat. “Alllll…mmm…your dick is mine…uhh…”
“Yeah, that’s right, baby. This’s your dick. C’mon nut on your dick, baby…”
Nails digging into his flesh, I moan. Fight to keep my eyes from rolling up in the back of my head. “Fuck. Oooh, fuuuuck!”
“That’s right. Let that nut go. Give Daddy that pussy, baby…”
Hot nectar sprays out of my slit each time Marcel pushes in, then pulls out. Pushes in, then pulls out. He is fucking into my cunt. Fucking into my G-spot. Fucking an orgasm out of me. Fucking me over and over and over.
“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…yesyesyesyesyesyessss…”
Marcel now has about eleven inches of his dick inside of me now, slowly rolling his hips, gliding his dick in and out of me. “Mmmm…j’adore cette humide. Il fait tellement chaud. Serré…” He translates as I moan. “Uh, fuck…I love this wet pussy. It’s so hot. Tight.”
I gasp.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby…nut all over your dick…donne-moi cette crème douce, bébé.”
I try to decipher what it is he’s said. Something sweet. Something cream.
I come.
And cry out.
And come again.
FIFTEEN
Marcel
Arianna walks into my office carrying her iPad while holding her iPhone in her hand and says, “J-Smooth is in the conference room with his manager.”
I look up from my computer screen, glancing up at the crystal clock up on the wall. It’s eleven a.m. And this muhfucka just shows up here without an appointment. I knew he was bailed out by his manager earlier this morning, but I didn’t know he was gonna show his ass here. Then again, I’m not surprised. But I’m not beat to deal with his ass until I hear back from our attorney.
“He knows he doesn’t have an appointment, but his manager says they’ve been trying to reach you all morning.”
“Yeah, fuck ’im,” I say, getting up from my desk and walking over to the huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Times Square. “I’ve been iggin’ their asses. Let ’em sit. And wait.” I take in the ridiculously amazing view, which includes several large billboards of advertisements—one of them being Carlos’s ass posing in his damn drawz. It’s like the muhfucka’s gazing back at me smirking ‘n’ shit.
I shake my head and then turn to look at Arianna. “I need for you to get Lance Green on the line.”
Lance is another one of my frat brothers and also my attorney. I’d already put a call into him while I was out in L.A.; now it was time to follow-up with my plan of axing J-Smooth’s ass.
Arianna walks out of my office. A few minutes later, she buzzes and tells me Lance is on line two.
“Yo, Lance, my dude…tell me something good. Can I drop this muhfucka J-Smooth or what? This muhfucka’s bad-boy-rebellious image is becoming a PR nightmare. Turning up in clubs ‘n’ shit is one thing, but this shit with him slashing tires ‘n’ tryna knock his girl’s eye sockets out is shit I ain’t cosigning. And that’s some real shit, feel me?”
“I hear you, man. But perhaps we should hang tight to see how it all pans out in court before we drop him. He hasn’t been convicted of any wrongdoing as far as the domestic violence case goes.”
All morning long, J-Smooth’s name has been rolling off the tongues of radio personalities and the damn social media bloggers have been dragging his dumb ass. And it hasn’t helped matters that Elena’s camp released a statement pretty much saying the shit she’s alleging is true. Somehow photos of her Benz slumped to one side where J-Smooth allegedly flattened two of her tires was leaked over the Internet.
“Nah, fuck that. Wait hell. You know like I do, whether he’s found guilty or not, that doesn’t mean the muhfucka didn’t do the shit. I’m done with his ass. Let him take that ratchet shit on over to some other label. I want him the fuck off mine.”
“All right then. Although the language around the morality clause is vague, it’s definitely a bail-out provision, so if you wish to terminate his contract, then so be it.”
“That’s all I wanna hear. I’ll let his manager know effective today, he’s been dropped.” I end the call, then buzz Arianna. “You can tell them muhfuckas they can come back this afternoon. At four.”
A few seconds later, she buzzes me back.
“Yeah?”
“Umm, you have a call on line one. The caller refused to give me her name.”
I frown. “Did she say what she wanted?”
“No. When I told her you were busy, she simply stated she’d stay on the line and wait until you were available. And she didn’t care how long it’d take.”
Probably some thirsty wannabe songstress tryna bum rush her way into a studio audition. “Aiight. No worries. I got it.” I disconnect from her and pick up line one. “MarSell Kennedy speaking,” I say, leaning back in my executive chair.
“Ooh, I couldn’t wait until Thursday,” a sultry voice coos into the phone. “I needed to hear your panty-soaking voice today. I wanna suck the nut out your dick.”
“Oh, word?” I say, tryna figure out the voice on the other end of the line. There’s a hint of a Spanish accent. “Who am I speaking to?”
“Te preocupes, papi. I’m not a stalker or anything.”
“Yo, so do I know you? Have we met?”
“No. But I feel like I know you. For almost four years you’ve been my fantasy boo. El hombre me jodido yo escuchando. Quiero follar mi coño. Quiero que me folles.”
I swallow, feeling a slight stir in my drawz. I don’t know what the fuck she just said. But whatever it is got my balls starting to heat.
“Yo, hold up, mami, my Spanish is mad rusty, so you gonna have to translate that sexy shit you spittin’.”
“Ooh, no worries, papi. I said you’re the man I’ve fucked myself listening to on the radio for the last four years. I want you”—she lowers her voice to almost a whisper—“to fuck…me.”
I lean up in my seat. Press my legs together. She’s not the first chick to come at me like this. Hell, there’s always
some chick offering up midday and late night propositions and wet panties, or sending me videos of them playing in their pussies, so I’m used to it. Still, there’s something different about this chick. I don’t know if it’s that sexy lil’ accent, or what. All I know is, my muthafuckin’ dick is starting to stretch.
And, on some real shit, she’s lucky I’m a faithful muhfucka or I’d be calling her bluff. Word is bond. I’d be telling her to come through so I can rock her fuckin’ drawz off. I’d have her leaving up outta here on her knees, feeling around on the floor tryna find her way outta here.
“Yo, dig, baby. I ’preciate you hitting me up, but I’ma need to bang on you, feel me? You can’t call here comin’ at me talkin’ that sexy shit.”
She giggles. “I can’t help myself. Te quiero, papi. Tu voz hace que mi coño tan mojado.” Motherfuck! Shit! Hearing that shit causes sparks to shoot up through my balls. “And in case you’re wondering what I just said,” she says, turning up her accent. “I want you, papi. Your voice makes my pussy so wet.”
And then she hangs up, leaving me sitting here at my desk with my balls bubblin’ and dick harder than muhfuckin’ granite.
• • •
Later that evening, I’m stepping outta the master bath with a towel wrapped around my waist and beads of water still sliding down my bare chest. I walk into the bedroom and find Marika sitting up propped up in bed looking sexy as fuck in a red teddy with a glass of wine in one hand, her iPad in the other. She looks up from her screen and smiles, brushing a strand of fallen hair from outta her face.
I wink at her, grinning. “Yo, I forgot to tell you that some lil’ hot-in-the-ass broad called up at the office today, talking some real sexy shit in Spanish to me. Talkin’ about she wanted me to fuck her. And how she’s been fucking herself listening to me on the radio for the last four years or some shit like that.”
She shakes her head. “What else is new? The thirst is real. It’s the price I pay for marrying one of the most sexiest men alive.”
I grin, flexing my chest muscles. “Yeah, no doubt. But the crazy shit is, when she hung up, my dick was hard a fuck.”
She gives me an amused look, taking a slow sip of her drink. “Isn’t that something? Do you at least know what she looks like?”
“Nah. But her voice was mad sexy.” I furrow my brow as realization dawns on me as to where I’d mighta heard her voice before. “Damn. I knew her voice sounded familiar. I think she’s the same chick that called up to the radio show last week.”
“Who? Not that loudmouth chick with the twenty kids who kept calling you some sugar boo, or whatever that mess was?”
I frown. “Oh you got jokes, huh? Hell nah. Not that ratchet-ass broad. The chick who said she wanted to borrow me for the night, and you could come along as my chaperone.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, that one. Miss Anonymous.”
I nod. “I can’t be for certain, but it def sounded almost like her.”
“Well I’m not going to pretend that she didn’t have a nice voice, because she did. I’d love to see what she looks like.”
I chuckle, walking back into the bathroom. “She’s probably got a face like an orangutan.”
“Mmph. Or has hair on her back.” We both start laughing. “If she calls in again, tell her to send you one of her selfies. And a snapshot of her snatch.”
I laugh. “You so nasty, baby. But, yo, I just might.”
She gives me a sly grin. “And if she has a big clit and fat pussy, I might show you just how nasty your baby can be.”
I chuckle, heading back into the bathroom. “Oh, I know how my baby gets down. But watching you turns me the fuck on.”
I turn the faucet water on and brush my teeth, staring at my reflection in the mirror. All I see is a fine, sexy, black muhfucka staring back at me. I wink at myself. Then rinse my mouth out.
When I step back out into the bedroom, Marika is leaning back on her pillows—comforter off her, with her legs bent at the knees and spread wide. My eyes zero in on the puffy print of her pussy. But she’s so wrapped up into reading something on her iPad that she doesn’t even notice me standing here staring at her. I watch as a hand slides down between her thighs. She opens and closes them.
“Damn, you ready for this dick already, huh, baby?” I drop my towel. Dick swinging, balls full.
She looks up from the screen and laughs, reaching for one of the king-sized pillows on my side of the bed and throwing it at me. “I can’t stand you.”
I smirk, dodging the pillow. I bend down and scoop it up, walking toward the bed. “Yeah, aiight. What I tell you about lying? You know you stay ready for daddy.”
“This is true. But daddy’s going to have to wait until I finish what I’m doing.”
I climb in my side of the bed, pulling the comforter back and leaning over and kissing her on the lips. “Damn,” I say, frowning. “What, I can’t get no tongue? What’s good with that?”
She grins, reaching over for her wineglass on the nightstand and taking a sip. She looks over at me, smirking. “Tongue leads to wandering hands that will eventually lead to my legs getting spread.”
I give her a perplexed look, raising a brow. “And?”
“And right now, that’s going to have to wait.”
“Oh, so what you gotta do that’s more important than taking care of ya man’s hard dick?”
She tells me nothing is ever more important than me, but my hard dick will still have to wait because she’s reading a manuscript. I roll my eyes upward.
“Yo, since when you start reading manuscripts again? I thought you gave that up.”
“I have, for the most part. I got a call from an agent looking to shop her client’s manuscript. It’s a special request. And when Lenora Samuels calls you and offers you first dibs on one of her clients’ manuscripts, you take it. And so far this book is one hot, juicy read.”
“Oh, aiight.” I glance over at the time. It’s almost ten p.m. “I guess I’ll just sit over here and play with this dick until you ready to make time for me.” I fold my arms over my chest, looking over at her. “I still want some tongue, though.”
“No,” she says, smiling.
I frown. Then quickly recover, sliding my hungry gaze down to her nipples. Chocolate nipples. Peaked. Hard, swollen nipples. Pressing against the fabric of her nightie, beckoning for release. Drool pools around the corners of my mouth. And the second I move in to seize one into my mouth over, Marika covers her chest with her arm.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she says, wagging a finger at me. “There’ll be none of that until after I finish my reading. I will not be distracted.”
“Yeah, aiight.” I smirk, gliding a hand over her right leg, along the inside of her inner thigh. Her silky skin feels good against the palm of my hand. “Well, how about I eat your pussy while you read?”
She hesitates, bites her lip. I can tell she’s thinking about this tongue sinking into her slit, licking up and down her lips; flicking up and down on her clit. Yo, real shit. I can almost taste the arousal creaming in her pussy.
She moans softly. “Mmm. It sounds so tempting.” She removes my hand from between her thighs, clasping her long legs shut tight. “But not now.” She leans over and kisses me on the lips. “I promise to make it up to you.”
I grab my hard dick. “Tonight?”
She leans over and kisses me again. This time I nip at her lower lip until she lets me in and I deepen the kiss. Marika moans as my tongue swirls with hers. And then her fingers curl around my throbbing cock, stroking the heat of my shaft and causing me to groan.
“Fuck, yo. You better stop now, before I end up taking that pussy. I’m telling you now.” I feel my nut swelling in my balls. She cups them. And word is bond my shit starts leaking nut juice.
“You want my mouth on this big, hard dick?” she whispers, squeezing my balls. Her gaze measures the length of my dick. “You want me sucking you into my wet mouth?”
The crown of my dick gets
wetter. Precum slides down my shaft. I wrap a hand around her neck and draw her head closer. “Yeah, let me get some mouth, baby.”
Marika grins, shaking her head. “Well…so much for reading,” she mutters, then leans forward and sucks my shaft deep into her mouth until it hits the back of her throat.
I groan as she starts to suck me hard. “Aaaah, fuck. Yeah, suck that dick. Mmm.” My hand clamps around the back of her head, my hips move to the pulsing rhythm of her mouth. “Motherfuck, motherfuck…shit, baby. I love this fuckin’ mouth…mmm…”
My head snaps back. I close my eyes. And get lost in the wet-suck-smack sounds her mouth makes as it sucks in seven, eight, nine, ten inches of dick, drawing each inch in and out of her mouth until my head starts spinning and I can barely stand it any longer.
She goes in for the kill. Suck, suck, slurp. Suck, suck, swirl. Suck, suck, slurp. Her mouth, lips, tongue and hands work in sync. Marika had perfected deep throating eleven inches of this dick after two years of marriage and now my baby’s a dick-sucking beast. She swallows and gulps and lets her throat muscles massage my dickhead.
“Oh. Oh. Shit. Shit. Shit. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. That shit feels so fuuuuckin’ gooood!!!”
She slowly pulls off my dick, sucking all the way up. When she gets to my head, she tongues my slit, catching the flood of precum oozing out. She looks up at me, her lips slick with spit and precum, and smiles.
Then she catches me by surprise and says, “I want you to talk dirty to me in French. Make believe I’m that Spanish bitch who called your office today sucking your dick.” And, then, she is sucking me back into her mouth, down into her throat.
I blink. Close my eyes. “Oui, vous chienne méchante. Sucer la bite, bébé. Merde! Sucer cette mere baise bite, salope. Donne-moi cette bouche de latine chaude. Vous allez me faire encule dans cette chatte humide espagnole avec cette grosse bite noire, hein, bébé?”
She grunts. Her mouth rapidly sucks me as I repeat what I’ve said in English: “You nasty bitch. Suck that dick, baby. Suck that motherfucking dick, slut. Give me that hot Latin mouth. You gonna let me fuck you in that tight, Spanish pussy with this big black dick, huh, baby?”