Stop Playing With Me
This nigga wanted to play with meeee
This is intended for mature audiences.
We had been arguing all day and we were not on the best of terms. We had been fussing over silly shit. Him liking certain bitches Instagram posts and me replying to niggas and bitches alike in my dms. None of those hoes matter to me though. I just want him. I’m only obsessed with him. The way he talks, the way he walks, even the way that nigga blinks. I fucking NEED it (insert Spongebob meme here lmao). Anyway, the tension was thick between us and I decided we need to have a talk and come to terms with some shit. This was nothing relationship ending but if we didn’t have some sort of understanding, shit was going to get trifling real quick. Besides, I should be the only bitch this nigga thinks about anyway. The others can go straight to hell with haste.
He knows I don’t like the bitches he entertains and he’s about to hear about it. I packed myself a spend the night bag and let myself into his place. I sat on his couch, reading my book until he arrived. He looked shocked to see me and I didn’t understand why because the nigga had my location. I greeted him and told him to have a seat. He told me I was crazy as shit for breaking into his home but I didn’t give a fuck. I told him this was some serious shit and a phone call was not going to do. He laughed and shook his head, sitting across from me and giving me his full attention. I told him that nothing can keep us apart if we try hard enough. I tilted my head to the side and and gave him a once over. He was fine as fuck, still in his uniform from work. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, imagining all the nasty shit I was about to get into.
I opened them and let him know that he had me fucked up. That I didn’t want him talking to other hoes. He countered, telling me he didn’t want me entertaining anyone else other than him. We stared at each other for a solid five minutes. I told him that he had a deal but that if he did that dumb shit again, I was going on a motherfucking rampage and it was not gonna be pretty in the slightest. He nodded in agreement and told me that he’d match my energy if I reneged on my end as well.
He walked over to me and asked if he could hug me and I said fuck no. That I was still mad and not to fucking touch me. He backed off and I stood up to wash my hands. I came back and grabbed my lube from my bag. I sat back down and asked him to come stand in front of me. I stared at him as I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles. I squirted the lube on my hand and palmed his dick. He was semi erect already and got harder as soon as I touched him. The way I wanted to put it in my mouth and suck the soul out of that man was something serious but he didn’t deserve that shit.
I started giving him languid strokes from base to tip, looking up at him as I did it. My full lips moved to a smirk as I stared. He started cursing under his breath begging me to let him touch me. I repeated my fuck no from earlier. I glanced down at his dick and saw his precum starting to form at the tip. I wanted to lick that droplet right off but I smoothed over the head of his dick instead. I started focusing more on the tip and stood up to stand in front of him. I got close as shit to his mouth, barley grazing his lips with mine.
I could see him straining, his hands balled up into fists to get a grip on his self control. I giggled but dropped the smile quickly. I wrapped my free hand around the back of his neck and pulled his ear to my level. I kissed his ear and he moaned. I asked if his was going to keep fucking playing with me. He groaned out a no. I told him to stop fucking playing with me, tightening my grip on his dick and making my strokes faster. He was practically fucking my hand at this point. I kissed his neck and his ear again. His knees almost buckled from the sensation. I asked if he was close and he groaned out a fuck yes, I said good, and kissed him deep as shit before stopping all together.
I stepped back completely and laughed as I walked away leaving him hanging. He was mad as fuck. Dick hard and at full mast. Balls looking heavy as fuck waiting for that sweet release I ripped away. I threw over my shoulder that I was hungry and needed a snack. I walked to his kitchen leaving him standing there in a quiet rage that probably should have had me scared but I didn’t give a fuck. I opened his fridge looking for something to eat. He had some fruit that I settled on. I closed it and stepped toward the sink to wash my hands. I soaped up and honestly stopped paying attention to that nigga. I thought I saw something out of my peripheral but stayed calm about it before I felt him right behind me. My pussy twitched immediately. This nigga was about to fuck my world up.
He put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me other the sink. He pulled my shorts down to my ankles and pulled me back up by the neck. He arched my back and slid into me from behind. I braced myself on the sink, his hand around my throat keeping me steady as he inserted himself to the hilt. He groaned in my ear about how wet and tight my pussy was. I could feel every fucking inch of him as he pushed through. My pussy fit him like a glove, like it was made for him and him only. He licked on my earlobe and started to wreck my shit right there. Each stroke was deep and succinct.
He had me screaming and coming on his dick in no time, I felt myself running down our legs as he slammed into me. I tried to pull away from him, his dick was too fucking much and he was gonna make my ass squirt easy. He pulled me tighter to him, taking his other hand and rubbing it on my clit. He took my juices and shoved his fingers in my mouth, demanding that I taste myself. I moaned around his fingers as my pussy constricted around his dick again. He groaned and moved his fingers under my shirt to grip my breast in his hand. He whispered in my ear that I knew better than to leave him hanging like that, that he was going to punish me for it. I moaned out again begging him not to. That I was sorry and that I would be a good girl from now on. On the flip side though, I wasn’t fucking sorry for shit but he didn’t need to know all that.
He pulled out of me and left me a trembling mess. He told me to stay my ass right the fuck there until he told me to move and that if I did he would smack my ass until I couldn’t take it anymore. So, I stayed my ass right the fuck there. I heard him rummaging through some drawers in his bedroom and heard the clink of metal when he found what he was looking for. He told me to come to his room and to assume doggy on his bed. I walked in and saw him holding a belt. My pussy started throbbing all over again in anticipation for what was going to come.
I’m thinking this motherfucker is about to spank my ass with that damn belt and honestly it was getting me wet as fuck, but no. That would have been way too easy. He got behind me and gripped my neck like he had in the kitchen, pulling me to him. He told me that since I wanted to act like a bitch, he was gonna treat me like one. He looped the belt around my throat and pulled it taut.
He pushed me back down with my ass up and slid back into me. I took a deep breath from the fulfillment but was soon breathless when he started slamming into me from the back again. He pulled me up by the belt and wrapped it around his hand two times. He was drilling me and I wasn’t going any fucking where. There was no where for me to run. I could barley think of running, I just had to take it.
All I could hear was the cadence his hips were making slapping up against my ass as I was taking that dick. I began to tense up and he asked if I was finna come on his dick. He told me it was all mine and that I could come on it. My eyes rolled to that back of my head and I came crashing down on him. He started cursing loud as fuck talking about how I was such a nasty bitch squirting on him like that. Messing up his bed sheets like that.
He reached around me rubbing on my clit prolonging my nut. I couldn’t move, couldn’t scream. Just had to take his continued onslaught of pleasure. I clenched up again, a second orgasm building. There was really something about having that belt around my neck. I was stripped to make basic instincts. I had to focus on my breathing and in turn it made me focus on all the pleasure I was receiving. The only thoughts I had were that I had to keep breathing and that I’m about to soak this man’s bedsheets through to the mattress.
I came again, cum running down my legs as he pinched my nipple. I wanted to scream so bad but I couldn’t. He was building me up for a third before he finally came too. He slammed into me fully three more times before releasing his load with a loud ass groan. He told me that I was a nasty fucking bitch and that he loved fucking my wet, tight, fat ass pussy. He collapsed on me, digging in deeper as he coated my walls. He stayed a while after his dick was done twitching in me, kissing on my neck and telling me how good of a job I did taking him. I clenched around him again as he pulled out smacking my ass and moaning at me to let him go. I’m never letting that nigga go though. His soul and dick are mine. I’ll fuck up whoever I need to keep it that way.
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