Page 40 of Juliet's Echo

Echo

"Stop playing with me and throw that ass back. You said you were a big girl, said you could take dick — show me and stop playing."

I had some Instagram model named Pepper bent over the mixing board at HUSH. My parents had taken flight to Jamaica earlier and Juliet was out with friends, so I'd come down to get a little work done. Got a little bored and needed a little snack, so I checked my DMs — Periwinkle had been hitting me up for several days, so I invited her over.

"But you're so big, Echo. It's so much dick," she moaned.

I removed myself from her, gently stood her up to face me and carried her to the empty desk across the room. Laying her on her back I positioned myself between her legs and slowly pumped back inside. I gave it to her slowly until I was balls deep — then I picked up the pace, stroking her long and hard but never sloppily. I placed one hand around her neck; arm stretched for leverage and began squeezing with precision. I knew exactly how and for how long to cut off her breathing, sending all her blood rushing straight to that good tight pussy she was blessed with. Popsicle was about to experience the hardest orgasm of her life.

"Echo, baby, you are driving me crazy. Don't stop, please. Don't. Ever. Fucking. Stop," she sang. "Oh fuck, it's too much, it's too much.”

"You whining or you fucking?" I asked, still making my mark in her body.

"Fuc — fuck — fuuuccckkkiiing," she moaned.

"Nah, do both. Talk to me nice."

"I'm about to — about to cum," she screamed.

"Yeah? Then let me fuck you through that shit."

Removing my hand from her throat I placed both hands on her hips and thrust into her as her eyes rolled back and drool ran from the corner of her mouth. My mission was always to give a woman the best time of her life. If she was willing to give me access to her temple, I was going to make the visit worth her while. Feeling my own orgasm building I began grunting and stroking harder.

"Echo, baby — let me taste it," she begged.

"What? You sure?" I asked, breath shortened from the effort.

"Don't let that precious serum go to waste, daddy."

Almost instantly I pulled out and removed the condom.

"Come get it then, mama."

Moving with the grace of a gazelle, Princess sat up, got on her knees and took me into her mouth. Her jaw locked down, caging me in a warm wet sanctuary. Gripping the back of her head I began thrusting into her mouth. Already at my peak, I knew this good time was coming to an end fast.

Fuck. I should have got some head before I tore that pussy up.

"Damn, baby, I'm about to—"

Before I could finish, Peanut gripped both my ass cheeks and pulled me deeper down her throat, allowing me to spill every seed without missing a single drop. She was definitely getting a follow back on IG.

"Damn, Ma," I said, caressing the side of her face. She let me glide gently from her mouth, making sure to give the head a soft kiss on the way out.

"Girl, you trying to make a nigga—"

Before I could finish my sentence one of my phones rang. This particular phone ringing would always stop me cold. Nobody but family had this number, so when it rang I answered — period.

"Excuse me," I said, fixing my clothes and making my way back to the mixing board.

I picked up without looking at the name. Didn't matter.

"Ech, you heard about Sunday's?"

Optimus.

"No. What about it?"

"Fight broke out. Two niggas got their asses whooped. Cops and EMT’s are rolling or already there," he said, with more panic in his voice than I liked.