Between the Sheets (9781476775807) (14 page)

When I step back out into the bedroom, Marika is leaning back on her pillows—comforter off her, with her legs bent at the knees and spread wide. My eyes zero in on the puffy print of her pussy. But she's so wrapped up into reading something on her iPad that she doesn't even notice me standing here staring at her. I watch as a hand slides down between her thighs. She opens and closes them.

“Damn, you ready for this dick already, huh, baby?” I drop my towel. Dick swinging, balls full.

She looks up from the screen and laughs, reaching for one of the king-sized pillows on my side of the bed and throwing it at me. “I can't stand you.”

I smirk, dodging the pillow. I bend down and scoop it up, walking toward the bed. “Yeah, aiight. What I tell you about lying? You know you stay ready for daddy.”

“This is true. But daddy's going to have to wait until I finish what I'm doing.”

I climb in my side of the bed, pulling the comforter back and leaning over and kissing her on the lips. “Damn,” I say, frowning. “What, I can't get no tongue? What's good with that?”

She grins, reaching over for her wineglass on the nightstand and taking a sip. She looks over at me, smirking. “Tongue leads to wandering hands that will eventually lead to my legs getting spread.”

I give her a perplexed look, raising a brow. “
And?”

“And right now, that's going to have to wait.”

“Oh, so what you gotta do that's more important than taking care of ya man's hard dick?”

She tells me nothing is ever more important than me, but my hard dick will still have to wait because she's reading a manuscript. I roll my eyes upward.

“Yo, since when you start reading manuscripts again? I thought you gave that up.”

“I have, for the most part. I got a call from an agent looking to shop her client's manuscript. It's a special request. And when Lenora Samuels calls you and offers you first dibs on one of her clients' manuscripts, you take it. And so far this book is one hot, juicy read.”

“Oh, aiight.” I glance over at the time. It's almost ten p.m. “I guess I'll just sit over here and play with this dick until you ready to make time for me.” I fold my arms over my chest, looking over at her. “I still want some tongue, though.”

“No,” she says, smiling.

I frown. Then quickly recover, sliding my hungry gaze down to her nipples. Chocolate nipples. Peaked. Hard, swollen nipples. Pressing against the fabric of her nightie, beckoning for release. Drool pools around the corners of my mouth. And the second I move in to seize one into my mouth over, Marika covers her chest with her arm.

“Oh, no you don't,” she says, wagging a finger at me. “There'll be none of that until after I finish my reading. I will not be distracted.”

“Yeah, aiight.” I smirk, gliding a hand over her right leg, along the inside of her inner thigh. Her silky skin feels good against the palm of my hand. “Well, how about I eat your pussy while you read?”

She hesitates, bites her lip. I can tell she's thinking about this tongue sinking into her slit, licking up and down her lips; flicking up and down on her clit. Yo, real shit. I can almost taste the arousal creaming in her pussy.

She moans softly. “Mmm. It sounds so tempting.” She removes my hand from between her thighs, clasping her long legs shut tight. “But not now.” She leans over and kisses me on the lips. “I promise to make it up to you.”

I grab my hard dick. “Tonight?”

She leans over and kisses me again. This time I nip at her lower lip until she lets me in and I deepen the kiss. Marika moans as my tongue swirls with hers. And then her fingers curl around my throbbing cock, stroking the heat of my shaft and causing me to groan.

“Fuck, yo. You better stop now, before I end up taking that pussy. I'm telling you now.” I feel my nut swelling in my balls. She cups them. And word is bond my shit starts leaking nut juice.

“You want my mouth on this big, hard dick?” she whispers, squeezing my balls. Her gaze measures the length of my dick. “You want me sucking you into my wet mouth?”

The crown of my dick gets wetter. Precum slides down my shaft. I wrap a hand around her neck and draw her head closer. “Yeah, let me get some mouth, baby.”

Marika grins, shaking her head. “Well…so much for reading,” she mutters, then leans forward and sucks my shaft deep into her mouth until it hits the back of her throat.

I groan as she starts to suck me hard. “Aaaah, fuck. Yeah, suck that dick. Mmm.” My hand clamps around the back of her head, my hips move to the pulsing rhythm of her mouth. “Motherfuck, motherfuck…shit, baby. I love this fuckin' mouth…mmm…”

My head snaps back. I close my eyes. And get lost in the wet-suck-smack sounds her mouth makes as it sucks in seven, eight, nine, ten inches of dick, drawing each inch in and out of her mouth until my head starts spinning and I can barely stand it any longer.

She goes in for the kill. Suck, suck, slurp. Suck, suck, swirl. Suck, suck, slurp. Her mouth, lips, tongue and hands work in sync. Marika had perfected deep throating eleven inches of this dick after two years of marriage and now my baby's a dick-sucking beast. She swallows and gulps and lets her throat muscles massage my dickhead.

“Oh. Oh. Shit. Shit. Shit. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. That shit feels so fuuuuckin'
gooood
!!!”

She slowly pulls off my dick, sucking all the way up. When she gets to my head, she tongues my slit, catching the flood of precum oozing out. She looks up at me, her lips slick with spit and precum, and smiles.

Then she catches me by surprise and says, “I want you to talk dirty to me in French. Make believe I'm that Spanish bitch who called your office today sucking your dick.” And, then, she is sucking me back into her mouth, down into her throat.

I blink. Close my eyes.
“Oui, vous chienne méchante. Sucer la bite, bébé. Merde! Sucer cette mere baise bite, salope. Donne-moi cette bouche de latine chaude. Vous allez me faire encule dans cette chatte humide espagnole avec cette grosse bite noire, hein, bébé?”

She grunts. Her mouth rapidly sucks me as I repeat what I've said in English: “You nasty bitch. Suck that dick, baby. Suck that motherfucking dick, slut. Give me that hot Latin mouth. You gonna let me fuck you in that tight, Spanish pussy with this big black dick, huh, baby?”

She groans. Her hand glides up and down my shaft. Her head bobs. Her mouth gets wetter, hotter, as it stretches over me. She wets my dick, soaks my balls. I can feel spit sliding down into my crack. My dick moves inside her mouth, fucking into a wet river of hungry need.

Marika is sucking the shit out of my dick. She strokes it with her hand as she sucks my balls into her mouth. Twirls her tongue around them. Licks them. Every so often, her tongue sweeps around the crack of my ass.

I slide a hand between her legs. Reach for her pussy. But she grabs my hand and brushes it away, shaking her head
no
as she sucks me.

“Hold up, baby…wait, wait…wait…aah, shit…”

I feel tingles brewing at the base of my spine. The head of my dick brushes against the roof of her mouth as she slides it in and out of her throat.

God, how I love the way my dick feels in her mouth. So fucking hot. So fucking wet. “Aaaaah, shiiiiiiiit, baby. Oh, baby, baby…oooh, fuck. Aaah, shit. Baby, wait…hold up…”

Marika ignores me. She's caught up in a dick-sucking zone. Determined to make me crack this nut. And as hard as I'm tryna fight it. As hard as I am tryna hold back this surge of sensations. She's taking me there. She has me right at the edge. Ready to explode. I can feel it. Rolling up and crashing like a tidal wave. My dick is pulsing. My balls are swelling tight. I feel my tongue starting to thicken. Feel it sliding out of the side of my mouth.

I groan low in my throat. “Oh, fuuuuuuck…” I hear the words tumble out of my mouth, but they sound almost slurred as I pump into Marika's mouth, as she sucks and siphons out every last bit of my thick nut, leaving me dizzy and spent.

Marcel

“Yo, what's good, my beauties, cuties, hookers, hoes, pimps, and playboys…this is ya boy, Mar
Sell
, coming at you live with another steamy Thursday night of
Creepin' ‘n' Freakin' After Dark.
You already know how it goes down here at 93.3 The Heat: hot, raw ‘n' ohhhh so nassssy. I hope everyone had a hot cum-filled week with lots of toe-curlin' sex. I know I did.

“But ya boy's back ‘n' now we're about to get it in. So drop them drawz, sit back…relax…light a candle…pour yourself a glass of your favorite wine…pull out your favorite lube…your favorite toy…or hit up that special someone…and prepare to be stimulated beyond your own imagination. Let me mentally lick you into climax as we get into part two of last week's hot topic: Cunnilingus.

“That's right, my freaky peeps. Oral sex. Eatin' The Peach. The Cooter. The Twat. The Penis Fly Trap. Whatever lil' name you call it. Puttin' ya face up in it is the name of the game. And like I said last week, I don't care if you're a man or woman. It's not an option. It's a requirement. And tonight we're gonna pick up where we left off last week. On our last segment of
Creepin' ‘n' Freakin' After Dark
, we had the beauties call in, letting us know how they get down poppin' the top. Giving that Becky. Tonight, I'ma need the fellas to get at me.

“If you're puttin' in that tongue work, if you know how'ta make her toes curl ‘n' her uterus shake, if you've got her clutching ‘n' clawing at them sheets, if you have her speaking in twenty-seven different languages ‘n' her body vibrating, if you have tears springing from her eyes ‘n' have her squirtin' ‘n' shoutin', holla at ya boy. 1-212-FreakMe.”

Within seconds all the phone lines light up. Now, on some realness, I know that most of the mofos who call into the show are more than likely lying about their stroke games. Most of 'em aren't even knocking down half as much pussy as they get on the air and claim they're getting. Most of 'em just wanna hear themselves talking on the radio. But what I care? At the end of the night all I care about are the ratings. And as long as these numbers stay up, this show stays up.

“Yo, what's good…you're on the air with ya boy, Mar
Sell.
Whom am I speaking to ‘n' where you calling from?”

“Yo, what's goodie, fam…this ya boy, D-Dot, from Newark. I tried to get at you last week, but, yo, you had them lines on fire, bruh. But dig, I'm sayin'…I need one'a them dic—
bleep
—suckin' hoes to hit me up, for real, for real. I need me a nasty, sloppy, dome-lickin', ball-suckin' broad whose head game is real live ‘n' messy, feel me, bruh? I'm talkin' spit bubbles, strings of drool ‘n' watery eyes from gaggin' ‘n' getttin' that skull-fuc—
bleep
—ed. I just need a slutty whore to suck the meat juice outta this thick six-inch.”

I frown. “
Six
inches? Damn, fam. You hanging like a horse, knocking teeth loose.”

He laughs. “No doubt, no doubt. I beat the neck up.”

I roll my eyes, glancing over at Nina, who is in the booth cracking up. Instead of moving on to the next caller, I decide to fuck with this delusional short-dick muhfucka. “That's what it is, bruh—six inches of tonsil strokin' ‘n' throat-guttin'. I bet you gotta long tongue, too, to match that long dong.”

“No doubt, no doubt.”

“Oh, aiight, aiight. So you love doing them tongue laps up ‘n' down ‘n' around them sweet, puffy kitty lips, then dippin' it deep into that wet slit, huh?”

“No doubt, no doubt. I gotta tornado tongue that'll have a ho climbin' the walls. Not scared of the pus—
bleep
—sy. Love the taste ‘n' will pretty much suck the skin off that thang, feel me.”

“No doubt, no doubt. And there you have it, my freaky peeps. You heard it right here, Long Dong with the tornado tongue is ready to wreck shop. Yo, thanks for callin' in, my dude. Next caller, you're on the air.”

“Yo, word is bond, son. Hahahahaha. Yo, you dead wrong for gassin' B's head up like that. You got that niggah thinkin' he a daddy long stroke now. Hahahahaha.”

“Hey, I do what I can to keep hope alive. Who am I speakin' to?”

“Hahaha. I heard that. Yo, this is ya boy, King, from East Orange.”

“What's good, King. So you lickin' the gumdrop?”

“All day; every day, fam. I love eatin' the snatch, bruh; word to mother. All baby girl gotta do is lay back ‘n' hit the blunt while I get all up in that. And, nah, we don't have to get it in, but if chick gets horny enough from the head, then no doubt I'll beat dat back out for her if she wants this thick nine; ya heard?”

“Loud ‘n' clear, my dude. Next caller.”

“Yo, fam, this Whalik from Elizabeth. What it do, yo?”

Muhfucka, you called me. Fuck you mean what it do? You eatin' pussy or not, niggah?
“You tell me, bruh. You puttin' in that tongue work or what?”

“Hell naw, man. I ain't eatin' no broad out. That shit nasty, yo.”

Then what the fuck you callin' in for?
“And what makes it nasty, playboy?”

“Yo, pus—
bleep
—sy's made for fuc—
bleep
—ing, not lickin'. That shit's dirty, feel me?”

This whack-ass mofo.
“Yo, my dude, you ever try it?”

“Ugh! Yeah. Once. And it was disgustin', yo. I couldn't get past the smell or the taste. It was fishy.”

“Fishy? Bruh, I don't know what kinda foul punanni you had ya mouth up on, but sounds like maybe you had a bad batch of tuna. Unless her diet is real crazy or her insides are rotted, that thing-thing should be real tasty. And it damn sure shouldn't
smell
or
taste
fishy. Real spit, bruh, if a chick spreads open her legs ‘n' she's leakin' shit that looks like clam chowder, you need to hop up ‘n' run for the door. Mmph. Sounds like the chick you had ya tongue in needed to invest in some antibiotics ‘n' a douche. My advice, next time do the two-finger test. Slide them fingers up in 'er. Play with that thing-thing. And, if them fingers come back missing, covered in slime, or smellin' like the back of a garbage truck, then you already know what it is. Baby girl got some hazardous waste in them drawz.”