' 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗜𝗡 ' › D. SWING

09.

DeVante.

I clenched the steering wheel as I pushed my foot down on the gas, speeding past a few cars that were in the other lanes before making a sharp turn onto the street that she lived on.

I was still surprised that she lived in such an open neighborhood since she was a lot more successful than the average black artist. Hell, I was surprised she was even giving me the time of day. But I wasn't complaining. She was sexy. She was 5'4, slim waist, wide hips, full breasts, and had a fat ass. Well, she paid for the breasts but everything else was real so I wasn't tripping.

I pulled into the driveway, putting the gear in park and shutting off the engine then climbed out of the car, closing the door and walking up toward the porch so that I could ring the doorbell but she was already standing in the doorway with the red laced bra and panty set I had bought her a couple of days ago. Damn, she looks good.

"Come on. What you waiting on?", she asked while her fingertips traced over the curves of her breasts. I shrugged my shoulder, chuckling shortly after as I made my way into her house, hearing her shut and lock the door behind me. "Why so quiet? Girlfriend got you upset?", she asked, which immediately altered my mood.

I kissed my teeth, "What I tell you about bringing her up, huh? You don't get to talk or even think about her, aight? You crossing the line, J. For real."

Her small hands eased around my torso as she hugged me from behind, pouting and whining, "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to upset you. You know I be forgetting. You got to be reminding me." She caressed my abdomen, her palms soon finding their way underneath the fabric of my shirt and unbuckling my belt. I could tell she was hesitant, thinking I was going to stop her but I didn't. I just wanted my dick sucked. I can be mad after I get my nut. Ain't nobody getting in the way of that tonight. Not even my damn self.

She smirked, walking around me until we were facing each other before she slowly lowered herself into a squat and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, tugging them downward until the dropped to my ankles. Her pink tongue ran over the top row of her teeth as her gaze fell on the bulge beneath my boxers. I grinned slyly, watching intently while she peeled off the thin fabric, my boxers soon joining my jeans. She didn't waste any time. Next thing I knew, my phallus was in the palm of her right hand and her face inched closer to the head of it—the warmth of her tongue sending chills down my spine once it came in contact with my skin. Her lips were wrapped the head and she took long and hard slurps of my pre-cum, causing me to let out a low groan. One thing I can say about her was that she was a freak and she knew how to give some good head. I wonder if Rhonda would be any better? Probably so. Shit, the feel of her hands alone could make me nut. I grew harder in her hand and I'm sure she thought it was because of her—I'll let her think that, too. She took more of me into her mouth, her saliva coating my member while she pushed her head forward even further until it disappeared and her lips were pressed against my pelvis. Her throat contracted around me and I released a hoarse grunt, embedding my bottom lips between my teeth to conceal anymore sounds that would try to ease out. She had a habit of getting cocky if you made too much noise. I learned that the first time we fucked. I was hollering like a lil' bitch but we not gon' talk about that.

After ten minutes of going slow, she began to move her head back and forth, gradually picking up speed as I grasped onto the nape of her neck, my eyes closed with my eyebrows furrowed and breathing heavily. My chest heaved up and down while her hand released my phallus and both of them grip my waist instead, pulling me toward her as her head moved toward me. I'm not gon' lie. I was on cloud nine and quite frankly, on the verge of busting right then and there.

"Fuck, J..", I spoke softly.

The sounds of her gags and wet mouth against my skin filled the silent room. One of her hands founded their way to my balls, kneading them with her palm and I lost it, not even caring if I was making too much noise.