Page 22 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
“’Preciate it.”
I made my way over and handled my hygiene. Clover was a beautiful woman and from what I could remember that pussy was even prettier. I touched on everything that ain’t need to be on her. My plans were to slide in that muthafucka hard and raw for a lifetime. Transferring unnecessary germs to her was so distasteful. I was done moments later and back in the seat I previously occupied.
She waited until I was comfortable before stepping onto the stage. The lights immediately began to follow her around.Motion censored. Nice.The dress baby popped out in was already revealing so once she hit that pole, everything that was covered was unveiled. My eyes were glued to her refusing to blink just in case I missed something.
Clover was tall, slim, but thick in the right places. Those long legs curled around the pole causing slight jealousy. I’d rather her sit on mine and wrap around my waist instead. It would be beneficial for us both.
Once she was at the top, she flipped upside down causing what little thread she did have on to fall. She dropped mid pole and spread her legs until she’d hit a split. A nigga bricked up immediately. Her body was evenly proportioned, toned, and smooth. I planned on taking her pretty ass through there tonight.
Standing, I joined her on stage. I couldn’t sit and wait for her to finish. Unlike others, my patience was thin. There was a reason why I was hands on with my business. If I couldn’t touch it, it wasn’t real or mine for that matter. Clover gave me pushback all night. However, this was the moment of truth. If she allowed me to touch her in ways other niggas couldn’t, there was no going back.
My fingertips glided across her skin stopping at her juicy folds. She was waxed to perfection and that lil’ piercing she had sparkled underneath the light. I guess skipping dinner worked out in my favor.
“The nerve of you to think a nigga was gon’ sit through any of that. I’m hungry now, Clover.”
Wrapping my arms around her legs, I held her in place as I bent down and kissed her lips. Soft moans escaped as she grabbed onto my legs for support. She was gon’ have to hold on to something ‘cause it was time to blow out the candles.
I got acquainted with her quickly. There wasn’t an odor, a weird after taste, or none of that. Baby was of pure perfection. The more my tongue stroked her wet center, the closer I felt, possessiveness even. Knowing I had a wife that could match me all the way around the board, I was more than intrigued on what life would be like with her by my side for real.
“Fuuuuuck,” she softly moaned as I sucked on her diamonded-out pearl.
I swear.
Her pretty ass just ain’t know… she was turning a nigga certified crazy with this shit. For a nigga that was thrown pussy on a daily, I’d never been so eager to taste one, let alone have it on a platter like this. But fuck it, this was my wife. A random could never and that was solid facts. However, it was time to stamp new territory. Shit, if I was being honest, she might fuck around and leave a nigga addicted. Straight fiend out.
Closing her legs on me, she flipped upright and proceeded to climb the pole once more. I admired her body the entire time. Clover was bad, and she knew it. Shawty held onto the pole as she spun around it walking on air, letting me know real quick her strength wasn’t just for show. The thought of another nigga ever thinking he would witness this shit here low key pissed me off. Fuck around and find his ass floating in the hull of my cruise ship.
Shaking off my murderous thoughts, I watched my wife hit another trick that damn near had a nigga drooling. The second she looked down at me and winked, I knew what time it was. Baby flipped down the pole ‘til she was face down ass up in front of me.
Immediately catching her by the waist, I said, “Let go, Clover.” It wasn’t no back talk or debate, she just obeyed with a sly smirk.
Talking ‘bout doing something to a nigga. That small gesture had my dick on brick ready to do lil’ baby dirty in this muthafucka. Her mouth was reckless as hell, but I was more than equipped to fuck her ass a new attitude and cancel out all rah-rah. Any nigga with sense could see she was attitudinal because she lacked vitamin D.
My shit was damn near begging to be freed, and I was on the same type of timing. “Act like you know what the fuck going on and touch them pretty ass toes,” I demanded.
Once again, there was no objection while she followed instructions. Within seconds, I was ass naked with wood in tow admiring the view. The dimples in her lower back were pierced with diamond studs housing a four-leaf clover in the middle.
So that’s where I got Clover from.
Positioning my thick mushroom head at her opening, I started easing my way inside. “Unt uhnnigga. Strap—” She was cut off with raw dick. Always wanting to be in control not realizing a nigga like me wasn’t going for it. All that bullshit she was trying to spit was quickly replaced with moans.
“Damn, what happened? Dick got yo’ tongue?” I taunted.
“It’s… cat.Ooouuuushit!”
Last word having ass. I promise this dick ‘bout to change all that.
I started stroking her shit to the point I damn near threw my fuckin’ back out. I had a point to prove though, and I had every intention of doing so. She was reaching behind her pushing on my stomach. I had her where I wanted her.
“Ssss,hold up. Damn!”
Swatting her hand away, I said “Nah. A nigga got to show yo’ ass ain’t shit pussy back here. Now, what got yo’ tongue? What got you so goddamn wet? Huh?” I asked.
“That dick baby,” she cried out.
“Who dick?”
“Yourssssss!”
