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Coochie Juices

Fontaine

As I took a step into Club Waters I had one thing on my mind, have a good time. I hadn’t been out in I don’t even know how long and that was by choice. I hated crowds, hated thirsty ass bitches, and the broke ass, fakin’ ass men they clung to.

I glanced into the mirror beside me that rested on the wall of the club, taking in my appearance. All black Tom ford suit, white button up underneath, gold links glintin’ under the club lights. Cuban blunt in my mouth, half-lit, and my cologne hittin’ so hard bitches broke their necks to look at me. And when they did? Man, you’d swear these hoes saw some type of God.

A God with one fresh ass taper.

I looked ‘round feeling the aura around me before my eyes made their way to my section. VIP, nuffin’ less. I made my way over, music still boomin’ lights still flashin’, but all I saw was her.

Thick. Short sexy ass legs, pretty brown skin with a li’ glitter on the collarbone, like she just knew she was fine. Hair flowing down her back, lashes looked natural, eyes big as hell and pretty.

The red mini dress she wore hugged her like it was specifically made for her. She was dancing alone. Sippin’ on sumn’ tropical.

I took the blunt from my lips, leaned back in the booth, and said to myself, “ Damn. ”

I watched. Studied the way her hips moved. When she slid her eyes across the room and caught me starin’, I ain’t look away. I’m a grown ass man.

I wanted her to feel that shit, feel it between her legs. Wanted her pussy to drench just off my look alone. She smirked. That lil flirty, ‘ I know you want it, but I’m gon’ play games’ smirk.

And I was fine with that. She ain’t wanna step to me I’d simply step to her.

So I stood. Adjusted my cuffs, walked over smooth and slow. “You here with somebody?” I asked, voice low.

She looked up at me, lips shiny, smile innocent and wicked all at once. “I’m good by myself.”

I chuckled, coldly. “I ain’t ask you that.”

She stepped closer. Her sweet perfume slapped me in the face—fruity, like strawberries.

“Well that’s what I told you, you always this bold?” she asked, eyes dragging down my frame.

“Only when I really, really want something.” I leaned in close, brushing her ear with my lips. “And right now? I really want yo sexy ass.”

She gasped. Soft. Like she ain’t expect it, but like I said I’m grown. I needed her to know the timing I was on. She was too fine to just be single.

If I ain’t step to her another nigga would and we can’t have that, now can we?

“Fontaine Wells,” I muttered against her ear. Then backed away.

“Janelle.”

Before either of us could process it, we was in the club bathroom. Private, dim, and locked. I pushed her against the wall, mouth on hers like I was truly starvin’. That kiss was dirty. Tongues touchin’, her moans bouncing off the walls.

I dropped to my knees. Pulled them panties down and the scent of Dove and nothingness hit my nose. I dived right in, her legs shook when I sucked on her clit, two fingers slid inside her, slow, deep. She was sayin’ my name already, grabbing my waves.

When she dropped to her knees? I damn near blacked out.

This was pos’ to be a quick li’ club fuck. I just wanted to get my dick wet out of boredom, but the way her pussy and mouth was hittin’ HAD ME ON TEN.

She gripped my dick like it was hers, like she don’ sucked it befo’. Nine thick inches and her mouth took all of me like she was trying to impress me. And she that she did, outstanding job.

Spit glistened around my dick, my eyes rolled back, I was losing it.

“Fuck,” I growled, my fingers in her mouth now, pushing past her lips while she choked on my dick.

“You so nasty,” I whispered, thrusting into her throat. “So fuckin’ nasty. That’s how I like it, baby.”

I yanked her up, flipped her around, and bent her over the sink. That ass? stupid fucking fat. I slid in, deep and mean. No warning. Her back arched, mouth open in a scream.

“F-fuck…p-please,” she whimpered, eyes beggin’ for mercy in the mirror.

I grabbed her throat, leaning to her ear. “Speak up for me, baby. I can’t hear you.”

Her walls clenched, and I swear, I almost nutted right there. I gripped her hips and thrust. She was so wet I could hear the gush over the bass thumpin’ outside.

“This my pussy now,” I grunted in her ear. “We go together, real fuckin’ bad!”

When we came, it was violent. Loud. Her nails left trails down the mirror, and my hand released her throat.

We stood there, breathless, bodies twitchin’. Then she looked at me. Something in her had a li’ fear, I could see it.

“I..I’m married,” She said, voice barley above a whisper.

Everything inside me went silent.

Married?

I should’ve known. Pussy like hers ain’t never not put up.

I pulled away slow. Backed up, my eyes scanned her. She looked like guilt had just came and took a fat ass shit on her face.

“Re-..” I chuckled, flatly. “Repeat that shit for me.”

“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have—”

“You let me fuck you raw…and you somebody wife?” I laughed once. Low and hollow.

She tried to talk again, but I was already gone.

I wanted to be pissed off at ha’. But I wasn’t I was more so pissed that her nigga had her pussy and I didn’t. That’s what really pissed me off, I mean yeah I was mad about her havin’ a nigga. But not nearly as mad as when I thought about how her pussy just made me nut in five minutes, and she was prolly gon’ go home and hand it off to another nigga.

I laid in bed, wide awake. I couldn’t sleep.

I’d smoked two blunts back to back, sittin’ in the loft looking out the window replayin’ the way her moan sounded. How she said ‘ please.’

But she belonged to another nigga?

No.

Fuck that.

I pulled out my phone. Called one of my li’ hacker homies and had him do what he do. In twenty minutes, I had her name, her job, her bitch ass niggas name, and her address.

I was there in twenty minutes.

Nice li’ house in the hills. Gated. Two cars in the driveway. All cute n’shit.

I parked across the street, engine off, just watchin’. My gun sat low on my lap. A blunt burning slow in my mouth. I leaned back and smiled for the first time in years.

She thought us fuckin’ was a one-time thing.

But baby, I’m Fontaine Wells.

And best believe when I want some shit, I gets it .