Page 14 of In Too Deep

“So,” she pursed her full lips together and ruffled her fingers through her curly hair. “You don’t mind tricking to get it?”

Biting down on my lip, I gripped her hips and gave them a gentle squeeze. The thought of being buried deep in her walls was turning me on, getting my dick hard.

“Hell naw. I know that pussy worth it. I’ll cash out on some good shit because I know it’s worth it.”

“Romelo, this can get dangerous.”

I hunched my shoulders and looked off to the side before darting my eyes back to her.

“So, let it. Recognize who the fuck you’re talkin’ to.

I ain’t no simp ass nigga or none of them bootleg ass niggas you’re used to.

I’m Rome, a nigga from South Memphis with an itchy trigger finger.

I ain’t worried ‘bout shit. You know that ‘bout me already though. Just let me in… let me be deep inside of you, taking care of you… easing the stress.”

“I don’t know what to say,” she uttered.

With ease, still holding her, I flipped her on her back so that she was laying on the couch and I was on the floor. I cocked her knees open and sat between them, eying her fine ass, with nasty ass thoughts swirling around my mind.

“You ain’t got to say shit, just let your body do all the talkin’.”

My hands snaked around her body, feeling her goosebumps under my fingertips.

It was cold, but shit was getting heated between us.

Just like I wanted her, she wanted me. I know a timid pussy when I see it.

Synthia is different than other bitches, and I hated how I let the course of time get between us and become wasted.

She deserved so much more. I lurked in the shadows, hidden behind other shit, watching her sprawl all because I was scared to approach her, too afraid of her bruising my ego.

I ain’t never been scared of shit in my life, not even death, but the fear of her rejecting me was something I could stomach. She was the risk I was willing to take.

Teasing her pebbled, cinnamon-colored nipples, I took them into my mouth, one by one, not being selfish, but giving equal attention to them both.

Beneath me, she squirmed and soft moans escaped from her mouth, filling my ears, sounding out the shit on television.

My nose brushed against her soft and delicate skin, inhaling her scent.

I’d be a fool not to say she didn’t smell like a bakery—sweet.

My tongue flicked over her nipples again, equally, before my tongue swarmed down to her stomach.

Then I tongue fucked her belly button, taking her belly piercing into my mouth.

The coolness felt like ice between my teeth as I released it, leaving slobber around her stomach.

Before pulling back, I grasped the hem of her tights as I pulled them down.

My eyes swarmed away from her full sized figure and the stretch marks that decorated her stomach.

Her eyes held fear as she peered up at me, piercing through me, with heavy anticipation written over her face.

I paused my movements, reading her expression.

Though I was tempted—eager to greet her pussy with my tongue so they could become acquainted with one another, because there was no way after one taste that I was leaving that shit alone.

I like eating pussy, and the joy of eating it always comes with a thrill.

More so, the person it’s attached to, carrying it alone like a satchel.

“What’s wrong, Juicy? You want me to stop?”

“Um.”

Her pants were halfway down her ass, but if she told me to stop right now, I wouldn’t be upset. The last thing I wanted her to feel was that I was pressuring her.

“Talk to me, baby.”

“What’s gonna happen next?” she uttered, her tone barely above a whisper.

“You’re gonna be mine, whether you like it or not. I ain’t lettin’ you go,” I reassured.

“And what about Trecee?”

“Let me worry ‘bout her.”

She parted her mouth to speak, but no words escaped. I knew she was hesitant about this, but either way it went, I knew I could do nothing to convince her otherwise.

“If this gets too messy, I’m bowing out,” she admitted while batting her eyelashes.

“I hear you, but you ain’t got shit to worry about, just let me eat this pussy and make you cum. That’s all I want to do right now is lick this pussy, bae. Can I do that? Can I have you?”

“Hmm Hmm,” she whimpered.

“All I want to do is lick this pussy right now and you playin’ and shit.”

I gripped the hem of her leggings again and slid them down. My assumations were right when I said she ain’t have on no panties. All that juicy ass booty swallowing her leggings up.

“Lift up for me a lil’ bit.”

Complying, she lifted up, and I slid her leggings down.

Spreading them apart, her pretty ass, fat pussy was eyeing me with white cream oozing from her pussy hole.

I grabbed her ankles, pulling her leggings over the Cuban anklet clutched around her left ankle, and tossed them on the floor at my feet.

Her legs were still parted open, and I pulled her down towards me, gently.

Her booty was hanging off the edge of the couch.

Before diving in, I fingered her, all while praying to God that her pussy didn’t have a smell like her cousin’s.

Though Trecee was diagnosed with BV, she still had an odor.

The first time we fucked she had an odor.

That’s how I knew something wasn’t right with her.

I needed Synthia to be clean and odor free.

“When was the last time you had some dick or got your pussy ate?” I asked, still keeping my middle and index finger crooked inside of her, easing in and out of her soppy wet goodness.

“Ummmm,” she moaned, while zeroing her gaze on me. “It’s been a minute—a while,” she shrieked. “I get tested regularly if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I ain’t want to offend you. Everything that looks clean, doesn’t alwaysbe. I’m very particular about what I put in my mouth. This pussy look too good to be infected with anything or stankin’.”

She giggled, causing her pussy to contract around my fingers. She was tight as fuck and fit around my fingers like a glove.

“No, I take care of myself, despite what you heard and the circumstances.”

“Naw, I wouldn’t even put my mouth on you if you looked nasty and I for damn sure wouldn’t be here eating yo food,” I responded.

Silence became a thing. The more I fingered her, the more I noticed a white creamy cast develop around my knuckles.

“Damn, this shit leaking! I swear to God, you got the prettiest pussy,” I grunted.

“Ooooh,” she hissed. “Fuuuuck!”

The further I went, the more her pussy continued to contract around my fingers, but she was also flinching, trying to inch back. I ignored it the first time because her pussy was tight, but something seemed odd.

“You a virgin ain’t it?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Damn, this pussy ain’t been touched,” I muttered in disbelief.

“I have a sex toy that I use, but I don’t go far enough to break my hymen. Niggas have eaten my pussy, getting off from the urge, but have never tried anything beyond what I’ve allowed them to do,” she uttered through a moan.

“Shit, I never would’ve thought that. I just knew you had a nigga, deep inside of you, busting yo shit down.

That’s what I’d be doing if I was your nigga, and if you allowed me to take those heights with you.

I’d be eating pussy and ass around the globe, catering to this pretty mothafucka and deep in your guts, pounding the bottom of that pussy.

Ain’t no fuckin’ way, mane… ain’t no way.

I don’t want you to waste that sweet ass cum on my fingers either.

I want it in my mouth every time.” I removed my fingers from her pussy.

The sound resembled a suction cup. In front of her, I did the sniff test. The offensive expression on her face didn’t brush past me.

I sniffed again, with her cream resembling 2% milk, dripping down my wrist. “Pussy don’t even stink,” I spat in disbelief again. Synthia was full of surprises tonight.

“Did you think it did?” she gasped, preparing to close her legs shut.

“Naw,” Placing my hand on her knee, I gaped them back open. “Don’t trip. I just ain’t used to no shit like this.”

“Stop comparing us,” she spat, with an attitude.

“I’m not,” I argued in a monotone voice. “Just bless this pussy on my tongue. We sittin’ here doin’ all this damn talkin’ and this pretty ass pussy winking at me.”

Before craning my neck to feast on her pussy, I sucked my fingers dry.

Greedily licking her juices between my fingers like I was eating pudding, lapping my tongue in between each finger, and whatever swarmed down my wrist. My nose smashed into her pussy.

I inhaled her sweet scent again and again.

She lacked any tangy flavor. Her taste was like purified water.

Sticking my tongue out, I licked her bud over and over, sending her over the top, reaching her peak.

Her dainty fingers toyed with my waves. When her hips started rolling against my tongue and her head flung back, I knew I had her where I wanted her.

“Ooooooh fuuuuck,” she moaned. “You eating this pussy so good!”

Licking and slurping her pussy with passion, I had a mission to accomplish, and I was hungry. This was a favor for a fucking favor.

“I’ll be back for seconds with how good you taste,” I grunted, momentarily pausing to glance up at her.

Her legs were still gaped open, with her juicy ass booty dangling off the edge of the couch. I flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit, lapping and swallowing her juices, mimicking a thirsty ass dog. Her pussy was my nutrient.

“Rome,” she murmured.

My arms were around her thighs to keep her in place. I remove my hands from around her thighs and placed them under her ass to lift her up.

“Grab your ankles,” I instructed her. “Bend ‘em back.”

Without hesitating, I flicked my tongue across her ass and tongue fucked her ass hole, dipping my tongue in the hole, spreading her juices between holes. Her juices were enacting as a lubricant, and her asshole was just as sweet, like nectar.

“Even your asshole tastes good,” I groaned.

Her pudgy stomach caved in, and she began to pant. “Romelo, I-I’m about to cum,” she moaned, her tone was barely above a whisper.

My eyes darted to her. The deep chestnut brown of her eyes met mine, the intensity unwavering. “Then cum, wet my shit up.”

On cue, she squirted out white liquid. Some of it getting in my eye, but I wasn’t fazed.

I craned my neck deeper, my mouth formed into an O, as I swallowed up her juices, being thirsty, not leaving any room for any to drip down on the floor.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her nails clawed at my scalp.

The feel of her legs quivering around my face, as my mouth remained locked on her pussy, catching all of her gushy shit.

“Oh my—” she shrieked. “Oooooooh shiiiiit!”

I continued to lap up her juices until there was nothing left—like I was being held at gunpoint, before pulling back.

Her cream was coated around my mouth like lip balm, and juices trickled down my beard onto my work shirt.

When I pulled back, I licked my lips and smacked my tongue against the roof of my mouth to savor the taste.

I didn’t know then, but I swear to God after tasting this shit, this time wouldn’t be the last.