She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(25)

“Fuck! You too deep,” she moaned, while placing her hand on his hip to pull out some. This is how it always went. Pierre wouldn’t sex her for a while so she could miss him, and then he’d hit her ass with death strokes. He was in love with her tight pussy, just as much as she was in love with his dick.

“Get on top then. All that damn whining.” He fell backwards, toward the end of the bed, and stretched his legs, while she straddled him reverse cowgirl. Getting in the perfect position, Carissa leaned forward and gripped his ankles.

“Shit! You know this pussy good,” Pierre said, smacking her ass, which only made Carissa go harder. Looking back over her shoulder, she winked at him, then squeezed her muscles, making his toes curl. Throwing his head back, he bit his lip as she creamed all over his pole. He was hitting her raw and she was putting in work on his ass.

“Ooh! This dick so good baby,” she said, laying her chest completely flat on the bed. Rotating her hips in a slow motion, she praised the heavens for blessing Pierre with a killer stroke game. He was already fine as hell, so to be slanging the wood like this was a bonus.

Smacking her ass, making it jiggle, Pierre gripped her ass and stroked her middle like he knew she liked it. Watching as his dick disappeared in her tight hole, she creamed again, making him pull out and smack it against her cheek.

“Shit girl. Lay down so I can hit this pussy like I want to.”

Removing herself from his pole, Carissa frowned from their separation. Wiping the sweat beads from her forehead, she laid on her back, rubbing her pierced clit. Pierre had talked her into getting it a few months back, and she was glad she had. She could cum off a simple touch when turned on. Grinning, Pierre threw one of her long legs over his shoulder and rubbed his head against the metal.

“Mmm, you gone make me cum! Shit, right there!” Carissa hissed, throwing her head back.

Chuckling, Pierre slid in without warning and wrapped his hand around her throat. Carissa liked that freaky shit and he always applied just enough pressure to have her screaming out for more. To her, the pain was really pleasure, wrapped up into one. Holding her other leg back, she looked Pierre dead in the eyes as he laid the pipe down. Pierre closed his eyes, not wanting to see the intense stare she was giving him. There was so much love in her eyes, but he wasn’t even about to play them games. He fucked with her on the under, mainly because he didn’t want niggas really trying her if they knew she was his. He also wasn’t ready for no serious ass relationship either. That shit was for the birds.

Pinching her nipples on the verge of cumming, Carissa screamed out in ecstasy. The dick was feeling way too good and she was ready for him to get his as well. The more he made her cum, the more she got in her feelings.

“You ready to cum?” she asked, while fucking him back.

“Yeah, shit. Just keep doing it like that,” Pierre groaned out. He was on the verge of busting and if she kept rotating her hips, his pull out game was going to be weak today. She clasped her muscles and slowly let them go a few more times, making him pull out.

“Fuckkkk,” Pierre hissed lowly, emptying his nut onto her stomach. Letting his dick just hang, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. That nut had drained him.

Not wanting to be rude and let him bask in the moment, Carissa used his sheet to wipe the semen away. She didn’t care; they weren’t her sheets, and he more than likely wasn’t the one washing them. Sliding from underneath him and out the bed, she walked to the bathroom to freshen up.

“You didn’t want me to get you a towel and shit?” Pierre asked her, finally opening his eyes.

“Nah. I used your sheets.”

Looking down at the bed, he gritted his teeth. He had told her ass plenty of times not to do that shit.

“Why the fuck you so hard headed?” he yelled out to her.

Stepping in the doorway, she mugged him and said, “You not my nigga to be taking instructions from.” Turning back around, she shut the door. Shaking his head, Pierre didn’t even respond. They had had the conversation of being together on several occasions, and he was not trying to hear that shit today. Hearing the shower start and the glass closing, he got up to go in the bathroom with her. Carissa closing the door wasn’t stopping shit.

Standing over the toilet, taking a leak, he looked on as she let the water run over her body. He didn’t mind going another round, and he knew she would be down for it too. Opening the glass door, he climbed in.

“You couldn’t wait until I was finished?” Carissa spat. She usually wouldn’t mind, but she wasn’t feeling his vibe at all right now.

“What the fuck is up with you and this attitude all of a sudden? Damn,” Pierre asked, making her face him.