Daddy Long Stroke полностью

“Mmmm-hmmm…” She bucks her hips. “Stop teasing me. And fuck me.” I eat her from the back, then reach for a condom, slidin’ it on. I plunge deep into her. She gasps. “Ohhh, shiiiiit…” Her pussy clenches my dick, milks it. My shaft strokes her clit as I lift up on my arms and pump in and outta her. I reach in front of her and grab her titties and start squeezin’ on ’em. I dick her down slow ’n deep at first, then pick up the pace and start feedin’ her with long, fast strokes. Pullin’ all the way out, then slammin’ it back into her. Ten minutes later, I pull out, flip her over onto her back, then slide back into her. Her eyes roll up in the back of her head. The bed starts to rock. She clutches the sheets. Sweat rolls down my face, then drips onto her chest. Two minutes later, she is growlin’ and howlin’ and creamin’ all over my dick. I snatch the condom off and start jerkin’ my shit off in rapid strokes. She plays wit’ her clit as she watches me.

Five minutes later, my body starts to jerk. I moan, splash out a hot nut, then flop over on my back, tryna catch my breath. Cherry jumps outta bed, and hops in the shower. Fifteen minutes later, she is dressed and racin’ out the door. I glance over at the clock; 8:53 A.M. It’s almost noon back home. Let me call this ho, I think, gettin’ outta bed. I pull my cell outta my pants pocket, then dial Vita’s number. She doesn’t pick up. I call back. Still no answer. I know this midget bitch sees my number. She’s probably still swoll. This time, I leave a message:

“Damn, baby…I’m sorry for not makin’ it out there. I had a family emergency and had to rush outta town…” I pause, then continue. “My grandmother passed away.” Yo, hol’ up…don’t look at me like that. I’m not lyin’. Why the fuck would I say some shit like that if it wasn’t true? She did pass away. Ten years ago. So technically, it ain’t a lie, feel me? “We knew she was sick, but we thought she’d still be here for at least the holidays. I’m sure you’re feelin’ some kinda way ’bout me not hittin’ you up. But, this got us all fucked up. I really wanted to see you, and I feel bad for not makin’ it down there. But this shit right here got me all fucked. The wake is today, and the funeral is tomorrow. I probably won’t be home until next week sometime. I’ma hit you wit’ some paper to pay for that ticket, aiight? Hit me up when you get this. Later.”

I decide to hit Kanika up. She picks up, soundin’ like I woke her. The thought of bein’ up in the sheets wit’ her stretches my dick. I squeeze it. We talk for ’bout fifteen minutes, makin’ plans to meet up ’round noon. I only have a small window of opportunity to make shit pop, so I let her know to be ready and not have me waitin’. I know I’m gonna haveta come up off of some paper today, so I’m glad Cherry left me eight bills up on the dresser. I toss my phone beside me on the bed, then roll over on my side and eventually doze off to sleep.

Twelve o’clock, I scoop up Kanika in front of her people’s spot. The minute she gets in and buckles up, I speed off. It’s sunny and clear skies. I let the top down and the wind is blowin’ her hair all over the place, but she doesn’t seem to give a fuck. I wanna reach over and run my hand through it, sumthin’ I can’t do wit’ Cherry’s weave-wearin’ ass. I can’t front, I was impressed when she came out as soon as I pulled up. I suggested she dress comfortable, and not wear heels. But she laughed, sayin’ heels were her life. However, bein’ the thoughtful cat that I am, I picked out a pair of sneakers for her. Aiight, aiight…I ain’t gonna front. I ransacked Cherry’s shoe closet and found a brand-new pair of white Gucci sneakers in the back of her closet that I brought wit’ me. I even found a Gucci shoppin’ bag to put ’em in. I just hope them shits fit. E’ery so often, I cut my eyes over at her. She has her head back on the headrest.