Cruze grunted, and her lashes fluttered before her gaze eased upward and his dark eyes flew open and met hers.
“Get on your knees. I want some pussy.”
Her body tingled, her clit and nipples swollen and aroused. His dark tone; the commanding look on his face, made her shiver, slightly. But not enough to take heed to his order, or his want. She simply flicked her tongue over the slit of his dick, swiping at the pre-cum drizzling out of its tip, before her tongue teased the sensitive spot just under his crown.
Groaning, Cruze tried to pull free from her tongue. His balls tightened as his need spiked. He had enough of her tongue teasing. He wanted to sink deep into her silken heat.
“Yo, c’mon. I wanna fuck.”
Too bad. She slid her lips up and down, up and down, her mouth growing wetter as she made him wetter and wetter, sucking him in a slow, heated rhythm that was making him feel crazed with pleasure.
He didn’t like—uhn . . . ah—feeling out of control like this.
His teeth clenched. “Aah . . . yo, stop. Hold up. Wait, wait . . .”
There was no waiting with Arabia; there was no holding back. She did what she wanted, how she wanted. And then his dick was between those heavenly breasts of hers, sliding wetly, hotly—as she cupped them in her hands and pressed the soft flesh around his throbbing shaft. Her breasts blanketed his cock in slippery heat, her tongue lolling out every so often and flicking over the head, capturing his heated arousal. Ah, damn—fuck yes. The shit was maddening.
No, he wasn’t wild about giving up his control. She had him rushing toward the edge of nirvana. And he wasn’t ready . . . not yet. He liked to control how and when he came. But Arabia was relentless.
Damn her greedy-ass . . . unh. Shit . . .
Instead of stopping, her tongue cradled his dick, and then she took him to the back of her throat—all of him. Cruze nearly lost his mind. He rocked his hips, gliding his shaft over her tongue. Oh shit! She ’bout to make me nut!
In less than twenty seconds, she was bringing him dangerously closer to the edge. Forgetting her warning, once again, he fisted his hands in her hair as desire swelled. He didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted to nut in that pussy. Yeah, that’s where he needed his dick to be. Deep.
“Yo, stop,” he growled, trying to pull her off his dick. “Hold up, hold up. You about to . . . make . . . me . . . nut . . .”
Oh well. Come for me, boo. Arabia was in her own zone, on a mission. And had no intentions of giving him pussy. Not today. Yes, she’d made the almost two-hour trek down the turnpike to Philly for another round of his aggressive dick. But, now, she’d changed her mind. No pussy for him. Still, she felt conflicted. She didn’t know what the hell she was doing here between his legs, her jaws stretched with his cock when his selfish ass had, yet, to lick her, kiss her—nothing. It was obvious he didn’t eat pussy, lick ass, kiss, or indulge in any other foreplay. Arabia wondered if he even knew the purpose of a woman’s clit. Or where to find her G-spot, or what the hell foreplay was.
“Unh, shit . . . let me fuck you.”
If her mouth hadn’t been full with cock, she would have sucked her teeth. Apparently, somewhere in the middle of all those bed sheets he’d helped a slew of hoes soil over the years, someone had failed terribly at teaching him the art of seduction and making a woman’s toes curl. Sure he fucked like a wild bull, but he seemed to lack the wherewithal to know his way around a woman’s body. All big dick, and no lovemaking skills made for a lousy-ass lay.
He’d never turn a woman like her out. Ever. But, luckily, she had no interest in teaching him, or telling him. He was simply a fuck, a deep pounding of turgid flesh inside her hungry walls. Nothing else mattered. But he’d only be fucking her if—and when—she wanted to be fucked.
Honestly, any other man and she would have already tired by now. He obviously thought having a big dick was good enough. Well, maybe it was for those other bitches he fucked. But, Arabia, wasn’t the type of woman who could ever be okay with some man simply pounding in and out of her pussy regularly without so much as a tongue swipe over her clit, her slickened pussy lips, or along her slit.
He wasn’t freaky enough; that was the bottom line.
Then why the hell was she naked in his bed?
She hated admitting, even to herself, that she’d come to the realization that Cruze was unlike any other man she’d ever known, and she wasn’t sure what to do with that.
Except—for now . . . keep sucking his dick.
“Oh, shit,” he hissed, feeling his desire rising incredulously fast. He looked down at her through lust-filled eyes; watched her as, she meant for him to. The sight of her head rapidly bobbing between his legs, along with the wet-suck sounds her mouth made, had his skin prickling with heat.
Arabia looked up at him, a coy smile drifting across her mouth. “You like that?”
“Ah fuck, yeah. Suck that shit,” he murmured, momentarily forgetting, only seconds ago, he’d tried stopping her so he could get inside her. He tried to palm her head again, and she slapped his hands away, before she pulled him from her mouth, then kissed and licked her way up his abdomen, dipping her tongue into his navel, pushing his knees farther apart with her shoulders. She climbed up over him, grinding and sliding her pussy up and down the length of his wet cock, slicking it with her juices.
Cruze tightly pressed his lips together to keep in a groan as her mouth enveloped his right nipple. She swirled her tongue over it, then lightly blew over it. Cool air escaping between her lips, turning his nipple hard.
“You like that?” she whispered, her lips grazing his throat.
He grunted his answer, cupping her ass and squeezing. “You gonna let me get in that pussy?”
Arabia ignored him, her tongue laving over his shoulder, then his chest, then—oh, fuck, yeah—her teeth grazed over his nipple, nibbling, sucking it into her mouth.
Cruze bit his bottom lip.
Neither of them had expected to still be in lust with the other, still wanting more of the other. But this shit had to end. It had to. For the both of them.
Arabia looked up at him through a veil of lashes, and seductively licked her lips. “I’m going to suck your soul out.” Then walk out of here and never look back.
Her whisper rasped over his skin, his senses, even as she enveloped him, and he felt the back of her tight throat, her tongue swirling around him. Suddenly, pleasure seemed to saturate the room, filling the air around them as she laved the head of his dick with her wicked tongue, one palm at the base of his erection, the other holding his balls, lightly grazing over his sac with her fingernails.
Oh, shit . . .
She knew exactly what to do to take him there. Fast. Her lips dragged up and down his shaft again, and Cruze watched, relishing the view. He let out a deep sigh of approval as she took him all the way back inside the sweet heat of her lush mouth, inch by hard, pulsing inch. She had his breath coming hard and fast, so fast he felt the room spin. She was a beast.
“Unh,” he groaned. “Aaah, that mouth . . .”
He wanted to keep shit between them light, no pressures. No expectations. No hard feelings. No more ongoing encounters; just this one last time. But Arabia’s wet mouth was slowly making a liar out of him. He wasn’t trying to get caught up. He knew a broad like her would disrupt shit in his life. But—fuck, he was loving the way she gave him head, kissing and licking, then swallowing him whole, taking him to the back of her throat, before extending her tongue and lapping at the center of his balls.
There was an art to sucking a dick. And somewhere, somehow, she had perfected it. A part of him silently wondered how many dicks she’d had sucked down into her neck over the years; how many muhfuckas’ nuts she’d let coat the back of her throat. Then there was that part of him that didn’t care. He wasn’t about to make her his girl. So she could suck as many muhfuckas as she
wanted. It was her mouth, her business.
Arabia’s tongue swirled around his balls, making his toes curl once more.
“Shit,” he hissed, grabbing her head again, holding it steady as he slowly thrust his hips and fucked her mouth until her mouth grew wetter, hotter. She sucked him harder, grabbing his dick at the base, then fisting him up and down, from the base to her lips; her mouth locked on the head of his dick, her tongue doing figure-eights over and around it.
Cruze groaned as his climax neared.
Goddamn.
He closed his eyes, and made a guttural sound that escaped from his chest, losing himself to the sensation. He felt his nut surging up from his balls, and he wasn’t ready to bust. Fuck no. He wanted to revel in it. But Arabia was making it difficult for him to hold out.
“Aah, shit . . .mmm, fuck . . .”
She glanced up, saw his head thrown back, his abdomen muscles rippling with strained pleasure, and she smiled around his shaft. She pulled back, then with wet-sucking noises, nursed the head of his dick for several toe-curling moments, before popping Cruze’s dick from her mouth. Determined, she planned on giving him the dick-suck of his life, the kind of sloppy head he’d never forget.
“Oh shit, oh shit . . . fuck, fuck, fuck . . .”
He’d had his share of mind-blowing head by some top-notch dick suckers in his life, but, thus far, none had compared to Arabia. She knew how to make love to his dick with her mouth, lips, tongue and hands. Goddamn. She sucked it like she loved it. Sucked it like she had a purpose. What the fuck was she trying to do to him?
She made his dick feel like it was the best dick she’d ever topped. And the shit was driving him wild. Her skills were addicting, the scent of her aroused cunt, intoxicating.
“Aaaaah, yeah. Suck that shit . . .unh . . .” His voice was almost an unrecognizable growl. Slyly, Arabia slid a wet finger along the center of his crack, then pressed it against his asshole. His dick jolted inside her mouth. And then a burst of liquid heat hit the back of her throat and quickly flooded her mouth.
Primal lust overtook him, and Cruze’s whole body shook. He’d never come so hard, so fiercely, his entire life.
Arabia swallowed and gulped. And swallowed some more as he continued thrusting, grunting, and spurting. His creamy seeds bathed her tongue, the insides of her cheeks and the back of her clutching throat, filling her with the very essence of his tormented soul.
Slowly, she pulled him from her mouth, and lovingly bathed him with her tongue, licking his dick clean of his release, leaving him spent.
Twenty-Six
Pulse steadying, Cruze blinked through his lust-induced fog, wondering what the hell had just happened. Had this freaky broad pressed a finger to his ass? Had she tried to stick her finger in him? Or had he imagined it?
He closed his eyes, slowly rewinding his mind, the memory still fresh, the sensations all coming back to him.
Nah. He hadn’t imagined that shit. It did happen. His jaw twitched. Lucky for her, she hadn’t tried to push it in him, or he would have probably spazzed out and punched her dead in her forehead. He groaned inwardly. Shit. The fucked-up thing was, there was something about the sensation of her finger being there that had unexpectedly intensified his orgasm; made him explode in fierce waves of toe-curling pleasure.
Still, he frowned. That slick shit she pulled was disrespectful. He didn’t play them ass games. He didn’t know what type of freak-shit she was into, but he wasn’t down with it. So why hadn’t he stopped her when he’d felt her finger go there?
He breathed in, then slowly exhaled, his hand languidly sliding to his groin. The answer was evident, the remnants still on his sticky dick. Because she’d been sucking his dick so damn good, that the shit had caught him off guard. He’d been too wrapped up in the moment, in the heat of it all—on the verge of busting, to shut it down. It was an unnerving sensation, one he wasn’t sure he liked or not.
Still, he felt . . . violated.
Then to make matters worse, the stingy bitch hadn’t let him get up in them guts.
So why hadn’t he thrown her the hell out yet?
Why was she still in his bed?
And why was he lying here all up in his feelings?
He sighed inwardly. He knew the answer to that as well. She unnerved him and piqued his curiosity at the same time. His gut told him she was a problem. A headache. Hell, she was everything he’d spent his life avoiding. Yet there was something about her that aroused him. Arabia made him hot. There was no denying it, and that shit fucked with him.
Nevertheless, he was a man—a horny man that was. And he wanted some pussy. Nah. Pussy he could get anytime, anywhere. He wanted her pussy. Wanted to lose his dick in her rippling pussy. Wanted to fuck her one last time, before showing her kinky ass to the door.
Freak bitch.
Yeah, that’s what he’d do. Fuck her deliriously.
Then toss her the hell—
Arabia rolled onto her side, and blinked. Cruze lay inches from her on his back, his eyes closed. He seemed to be in deep thought. She eyed him—her eyes still hooded with the unmistakable look of arousal. Her simmering gaze drifted down his chiseled frame, then fastened on the thick meaty slab of veined flesh shining in the glow of candlelight. She swallowed back the drool beginning to pool in her mouth. Then took in his face. He had beautiful chocolate, kissable lips. Yet, she had to remind herself that he didn’t eat pussy, lick pussy, kiss pussy, or do anything else with that beautiful mouth of his.
Still, that didn’t stop her from wanting to feel them pressed against the ones between her thighs. Oh, God, yes. Curiosity had her pussy aching for the feel of his tongue, caressing and soothing the slow throb still pulsing there.
But she’d leave here with her pussy angrily clutching before she allowed him the pleasure of being back inside it without his tongue in it, first. He’d have to take it because she damn sure wasn’t offering it.
Still, she felt like climbing atop him and smothering him with her cunt, smearing it all over his lips, grinding her pussy into his mouth, forcing him to eat it up—lick it up. Then beat it up.
But that would be real smutty of her.
She sighed. Bitch, what is going on with you? Why are you still lying here? Get your ass up. Get your things. And go.
No. She wasn’t ready to leave. Not yet. She felt like they still had unfinished business. Ugh. What business though?
She had no idea. All she knew was, there was something about this mysterious man that aroused her, piqued her curiosity. He unnerved her, intrigued her. Yet, looking at him, she surmised he was a womanizer. A player. Egotistical. Perhaps even a whoremonger.
Cruze inhaled. He felt her heated gaze on him, but he willed his eyes shut. He wasn’t ready to look at her. Not after she’d put her finger in his ass. He knew if he did, he’d snap on her. And he didn’t really want to do that. But why did he care about some random broad’s feelings? If this were any other female, he would have blacked on the spot, tossing her out the front door.
But here he was. In his bed, sulking and feeling satiated—conflictingly at the same damn time—from only having his dick sucked, a first for him.
And here she was. Still in his bed, breathing in his air—naked. He could feel the heat radiating from her body. He inhaled, savoring her smell. Remembering how good her mouth and tongue had felt on his dick. Now he wanted to be reminded of how wet her pussy could get, how hot and tight it was.
He silently groaned. Shit. He had to get her out of here, out of his bed, out of his space, before he fucked around and . . .
Arabia couldn’t fight it any longer. She had to touch him, feel his muscled flesh.
So she touched him.
Her warm hand pressed lightly over the hard wall of chest, and then—
Cruze’s eyes flew open and he roughly grabbed her wrist. “Yo, what the fuck y
ou doing?” he demanded in an icy tone. He hadn’t meant to have so much bite to his voice, but—oh well. He didn’t like being touched. He wasn’t touchy-feely. And he didn’t indulge in that cuddle shit, either. Besides, she’d already overstayed her welcome and he hadn’t done shit about it, thus far.
Shock registered on Arabia’s face. Before she could process what the holy hell he was doing with her wrist in his tight grasp, she yanked out of his grip, matching his glacial stare. “Oww! What the fuck is your problem?” she clipped, her eyes flashing wide. “How dare you try to break my damn wrist! I thought you were asleep.”
Shit, shit, shit.
His stare softened. “My bad, for grabbing you like that,” he said, more gently than before. “I wasn’t tryna break your wrists, ma. Or frighten you.”
She huffed. “Well, you could have fooled me. Grabbing on me like that.”
“It was instinctive reflex; that’s all.”
Arabia rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I only wanted to feel your chest. Not maul you.”
“No disrespect,” he said apologetically. “It’s not you. I’m just not beat for being touched. I don’t know you like that.”
She hurled herself out of his bed, yanking the bed sheet from off him and the bed, leaving him gloriously naked. “Really? You’re not beat for being touched?” She let out a sardonic laugh. “Boy, bye! How convenient.” She wrapped the sheet around her, her body heat and scent swooping up with her. “Mighty funny you didn’t know me when you had your dick inside me that night in the club. And you didn’t know me when you invited me out to dinner, sniffed my damn panties, then fucked me in that bathroom stall. . . .”
Cruze bit his lip, the memory rushing back to him, causing his dick to stir.
“And you still don’t know me,” Arabia continued, stabbing a pointed finger in the air. “Yet, you called me to come here, and you didn’t—Mister I Don’t Know You Like That—seem to have a problem with me touching all over you while having your dick in my throat.”
Cruze scowled. “Yo, hol’ up. Don’t come at me like that. You didn’t have a problem throwing the pussy at me each time, either; or hopping your hot ass in your whip ‘n’ driving down here for this dick, either. Now did you?”
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