Page 13 of Trading Places

“I ain’t.” She smirks at me. She grabs my hand and leads me into the house. Once the door is closed, my jaw clenches. She had better explain this shit. I ain’t about to be one of many.

I pull my locs down from my top bun. “Who the fuck was that?” I bark.

She rolls her eyes. “My eater… but I was telling him not to come back.”

“Why?”

She looks down at the ground. “I’m seeing someone else.”

I see red and reach between her thighs, but she’s not wet. “You better stop fucking around on me.”

She giggles. “I’m not.” She heads upstairs; her bare foot taps against the gold steps.

I watch her ass jiggle as she walks up and disappears upstairs.

I take off my shoes and run up the steps. I walk a little down the hallway and see her spread out on her bed. It’s spacious, with a large ass double king-size bed. Everything is pink and gold. There’s a large painting above her bed of her. Flowers are everywhere, and there’s an iMac on a pink table in the corner.

She props herself up on her elbows. “You came for the strap?” she teases me.

Here she goes with this shit. She really is serious about this.

I shake my head and take off my shirt. I go to the end of her bed and pull her legs.

“Nah, I came to eat this pussy off the bone,” I say, burying my face between her thighs. I lick away at her clit. I work my tongue against her juicy clit and suck on it.

“Mmmm…” she moans out.

I kiss her inner thigh and bite it. I mark it, not giving a fuck about her boyfriend or whatever the fuck that square is to her.

I part her lips and move my tongue around in circles repeatedly.

Her pussy smells good as fuck, and I suck on her clit. Then I spit on it, rubbing two fingers in circles. Her pussy is getting wetter by the moment. “Pretty ass pussy,” I say, admiring it. I swipe my fingers back and forth, making her gush.

She whines, and those hips buck off the couch. “Mmmm… you’re gonna make me come so fast,” she whimpers.

I kiss all over her swollen clit and wet ass pussy. I shove my tongue inside slow and deep, and spread those lips open.

I drill a finger deep inside her and work my tongue. Her pussy is so wet that it’s the only sound in the room besides her heavy moaning.

“Drey,” she cries out when I move to latch onto that clit.

“Come for me, mama,” I say, sucking harder.

Her legs wrap around my head, and they shake uncontrollably. I hold her down through each buck of her hips. She’s trying to run for me. Her back arches off the bed. Her hands tangle in my locs.

“Fuck!” she screams out. I made her come so hard she drenched the comforter underneath her. I move down, following the trail, licking her down to her ass.

I turn her over and lift her nightgown. I spank her ass. “Let me catch another nigga leaving out of here, and you’re gonna be looking all over the city for him.” I spank her ass again, and she yelps.

“Mmmm… yes, sir.”

I rub her ass and kiss it where I just hit. My dick’s hard as fuck, but this ain’t the time. I look down at my watch. “Shit… I gotta go.” I say, getting up.

She looks up at me. “You can’t stay for a moment? I can take care of you,” she says, with that sweet, innocent look. She grabs my dick and strokes it through my sweatpants.

“Shit… nah. I’ll see you at the birthday party this Saturday.”

She raises an eyebrow. “What party?”