Page 34 of For the Love of City

The garage door going up pulled me back to the present and I waited with anticipation for my Pretty to bring her ass in the house.

I picked this vantage point so that I could see her from whichever door she walked into.

She sashayed her fine ass through the kitchen and into my line of sight so that I could get shit done as soon as she walked in the door.

As soon as she put her purse down on the countertop I made my presence known.

“How was dinner, Miss Porsha?”

From the light she’d cut on, I could see a smile cross her face briefly before she glanced around the room. My townhouse was an open concept so it only took her a second to find me. When her eyes landed on my form in the dark she smiled and headed toward me.

“Nobody told you to move.” She paused and waited on me to tell her what to do. “I asked you a question, Pretty.”

“Dinner was fine. I still had six minutes to spare to get here.”

“And where is here, P?”

She exhaled for a few seconds before she responded. “Home.”

Oh, she was gone be good and fucked talking like that.

“Strip for me, Pretty. Nice and slow.”

Obediently, her hands went to the buttons on her blazer, and I sat forward to watch her.

Porsha always had the fluidity of a ballerina, classically trained or of the midnight variety, and the attitude of a young Naomi Campbell.

She knew her looks would turn heads and her philosophy was always give muthafuckas a reason to stare. So who was I to deny my woman?

Her blazer was black and oversized, with large gold buttons on the front.

The cleavage was tasteful and as she let the fabric drop to the floor I saw she didn’t have a shirt on underneath.

I warred between being happy for the easy access and being annoyed that somebody got a peak at the black lace bra she wore.

But then her hands moved to her hips and I was just ready for her to finish her dance.

Instinctively she turned around and gave me the view of her ass as she slowly lowered the fitted trousers to the floor. Seeing her heart-shaped ass in a thong had me out of my seat and ready to get the night started.

I slapped her ass watching it jiggle still in awe at how something so juicy was on a frame as slender as hers.

She had the look of having a slender BBL but having seen her mama and some pictures from when she was younger I knew this shit was all natural.

I gave her ass a squeeze as she moaned and I reached up and unhooked her bra.

“Heels on, grab your ankles. What’s our word?”

“ Shea .”

“Good job, love.” She bent over and grabbed her ankles, having the nerve to look back at me like she wanted me to hurry up. “You got something to say, Pretty?”

“I just want to feel you.”

I’d stepped out of my shorts and let my dick swing. She eyed him like he was her long-lost friend and I knew the feeling. She was supposed to be on punishment but after not feeling her for the last few weeks that might be real short lived.

“You rushing me, baby?”

I pulled her thong to the side as her breathing hitched in anticipation. I inched my head closer to her center and I could feel the fucking heat coming from her. The air by her pussy was damn near humid with the way she was already wet for me.

“No, but I missed you, City.”

A cocky smile crossed my face and I loved how she remembered she was only supposed to call me that when I was wrecking shit—be it her walls or a nigga’s face.

My head teased her folds opening her up to me before I gave in to what we both needed.

Her walls were dripping, legs already shaking but like a champ she held out as I continued to slowly ease my dick inside of her.

The way she was feeling had me forgetting that I wanted to punish her for how she was acting.

Sharp, deep strokes had my nut dancing around the head of my dick and I had to stop before I let her have what she wanted.

I was thankful that her pretty ass didn’t have the full kung fu grip on me and I got her to her first orgasm without hitting my own.

She finished wetting me up and I gripped her hip before I slid out of her. “Come taste your pussy baby. I want to feel your mouth.”

P wasted no time turning around and swallowing my dick. Wasn’t even on her knees yet before I was down her throat. “We taste so good, City.” Her devilish ass looked up at me as she held all power in her hands and let her nose touch my stomach.

“Got damn, Porsha, the fuck you on?” I could admit I sounded like a bitch.

Porsha’s pussy was lethal and so was her mouth, but this was some next level head.

Pretty gave head like she loved it. The high of the control and the feel of my dick in her mouth had her moaning the same way she did when I had my face in her pussy.

Pretty slurped and came close to pulling my nut out of me before I had to push her mouth off my shaft.

She whimpered like she was disappointed but I pointed to the counter for her to sit on it.

Pretty backed up toward the counter as she wrapped her hands around my mans and guided him back home.

Her head fell back as I delved deep, fighting to keep control. “I want you to cum inside me. Fuck me, baby.”

My lips met hers our tongues tangled as I plunged hard inside of her.

She grunted in my mouth and wrapped her arms around her neck and her legs around my back.

I didn’t know how long it was because the time we spent wrapped in one another was never enough.

Being inside of Porsha, with Porsha, was my happiest place.

Her nails scraped my back forcing me deeper inside of her.

Her walls were humming again, the wetness increasing, and I was going to join her in bliss.

I emptied everything I had deep inside of her because my pullout game had been more of a fill up station the last six months. Instead of letting me slide my dick out of her, Porsha’s freaky ass was squeezing him with her hand and her walls making sure she got every drop out.

“Unhand me, demon.”

I swatted at her playfully but on some real shit.

If she kept this up I might not make it to round two.

Laughing, she put two fingers inside of herself swirled them around and then raised her fingers to her lips.

She let more of us drop onto her lips slowly before using her tongue to lick her fingers clean.

“I told you we taste so good, baby.” She was slurping her fingers like we were really the best thing she’d ever had on her tongue. Which mildly insulted my dick.

“If this is what I get when I come home my ass might stay gone, P real talk.”

Her hands found my semi-soft dick making him stand tall again. “Then I guess I gotta treat you even better so you never want to leave.”

“How was jail?”

I was surprised that Porsha’s ass could even talk after that shit we just got finished doing.

Since Pretty wanted to talk about how good we tasted, we washed off only to get started with round two in the shower.

That still wasn’t enough for me so I trussed her ass up like a pig on a spit.

Her legs were in a triangle, arms bound to their respective ankles and her mouth held open so that her tongue was as dripping wet as her pussy.

In that position, her body had a natural rocking motion to it so when I slid her backward onto my dick she couldn’t do shit but feel every inch I gave her.

When I knew she was about to cum, I would pull out and only provide her the satisfaction of feeling me in her mouth since I wouldn’t let her cum.

Denying her orgasm was the most pleasurable torture for the both of us and I kept her like that for almost two hours until I finally gave in and let us both release.

“Shit wasn’t no cakewalk fuck you mean?”

My ass was tired since we’d been going at it for over three hours. I’d had weeks worth of nut backed up but right now I needed to catch a damn nap.

“I’m just saying it’s crazy that you had nobody to hold you down while you were inside. You ain’t go crazy?” I’m sure she’d be shocked with the way I was constantly on her ass to know how I survived prison.

“Plenty of people wanted to. But I wasn’t giving somebody false hope that if they kept their pussy locked away for my bid that I was about to be beholden to it when I got out.”

The wig she’d been wearing was on the floor of the bathroom and I was happy feeling her prison braids on my chest with her leave out.

Glamorous Porsha was a bad muthafucka, but seeing this version was the definition of perfection.

She was still bougie as hell with her silk shorts set on, but she was comfortable in her own skin and with me seeing her like that.

“That’s kind.” Her voice was drifting but I knew this would be one of those conversations that moved us further to who we wanted to be.

“Nah, it’s practical. I wouldn’t expect a woman of mine to do a bid with me. How you gonna be faithful to someone that can’t reciprocate?”

I didn’t want her to think I was some hero, I was just a man who thought logically. It didn’t make sense to keep someone locked up with you. If you loved someone, you should want them to enjoy the freedom that you couldn’t.

“Reciprocate faithfulness?”