Retribution (30 page)

My life, my freedom, my sanity, is all on the line. I need something to hold on to. Need something to turn to. Stax is that something. I rise up on the balls of my feet and pull him into me. I kiss him, a quick peck on the lips at first. My actions catch me—as well as him, off-guard. He's staring into my eyes, burning a hole into my empty soul. But when he doesn't pull back, I kiss him again; this time more urgent.

I am surprised when he kisses me back. His tongue finding its way between the slit of soft, full lips. My tongue pushes against his as I press my body up against him. I can feel the bulge in his pants rising, thickening. His hands slide along my back to my ass, cupping it. He pulls me further into him. His hard dick pressing against my stomach causes my pussy to pulsate.

No, I've never been sexually attracted to Monty. I've never given him any thought. He's always been off-limits. Until now…

He pulls back. “Fuck, Pash!” He runs his hands over his face, then along his thick neck. I can see the swell of his hefty dick through his jeans. I shift my eyes, swallowing back a mouthful of drool. “This shit's wrong, ma. Fuck!”

“I know, I know.” I cup my face in my hands, shaking my head. I step back from him. “I don't know what came over me.” I walk back over toward my desk, avoiding his peering eyes. I am feeling embarrassed. “I think you should leave. And,
please…”
I pause, swallowing back the shaky sound of my voice. “Don't come back.”

He looks at me for a second as if he's trying to decide. He walks toward the door, then opens it. I watch him as he walks out. My hands tremble. My heart aches with disgust and anger and unexpected lust. And I'm fucking pissed that my panties are soaked.

Ohmygod! What the fuck did I almost do?

The answer comes rushing back in, shutting the door, then scooping me up into his arms, holding the back of my neck, his mouth on mine, his tongue darting into my mouth—catching me completely by surprise.

A thick hard dick does the body good…

“F
uck, Pash! Aaaaah, shit.” Stax groans as my hand strokes his long, hard dick. It's ten inches and as thick as my forearm. A thick drop of precum lingers at the tip. And then I am down on my knees, his jeans wrapped around his ankles, my tongue lapping his slit, swirling over and around it. I try not to relish in the beauty of Stax's enormous dick; the thick vein that runs along the smooth thick curve of his mocha-colored cock, its bulbous head. My tongue travels over it, leaving wet streaks as I glide up and down the length of it. I cup his juicy plum-sized balls. Bounce them in my hand. They're smooth-shaven and heavy.
My God! The gossip whores weren't lying when they said this nigga had a big dick and big, juicy mouthwatering balls.
I lick underneath them, then twirl my tongue over each one before gently sucking them into my mouth.

I can already feel my pussy starting to churn. Heat sweeps through my insides, causing my clit to engorge. My mouth waters.

“Aaaah, shit, yeah…fuck, Pash…yeah, suck them balls…Mmmm… just like that…” I continue sucking his wet balls into my mouth and hum as I use both of my hands to stroke his shaft. He dips at the knees. His dick vibrates in my hand with each stroke. It swells harder and thicker than I imagined. I kiss the head of his dick, sticky strings of precum wetting my lips. I tickle the head with my tongue, flicking over its piss slit, until I have him quivering.

In my head, I hear Booty cheering me on, imagining her saying some shit like, “Yessss, goddammit…Do that shit, sugah-boo. Suck him right, goddammit! Eat the snot outta that nigga's big ole juicy dick, Miss Pasha, girl…”

I slip Stax's dick into my mouth, sucking on the head as if it were a ripe, juicy fruit. My mouth becomes a hot wet vessel for his cock to get lost in. I suck his dickhead feverishly, my lips suckling the rim with my lips, teasing and taunting the nigga. I suck the length of his dick in long, lascivious pulls, drawing him deep and then out again to the head, swirling my tongue over it, before taking him back in. I suck Stax like it's my last dick suck. Suck him like it's my last day here on earth. Greedy and desperate.

“Goddamn, yo…oooooh, shit…fuckfuckfuck…” His hand cradles the back of my head. His fingers dig into my scalp. “Shitshitshit…mmmm…motherfuckgoddamnshit…”

My lashes flutter upward as I glance up at him. Eyes closed. Bottom lip pulled in. Head tossed back. I know I got the nigga going through it. My jaws unlatch. My cheeks swell with dick as I lightly tug on his balls, massaging them, every so often allowing the head of his dick to hit the back of my throat. I lick and suck and slurp him close to orgasm without taking him completely over the edge.

“Aaah, fuck, yeah, Pash…wet that shit, ma…”

My heart is thumping in my chest. Sucking this nigga is wrong. I know it is. But it's necessary. This is what I tell myself.
Fuck Jasper! Fuck what's right or wrong!
It's a means to an end.

Shit! His dick tastes so fucking good.

I try not to enjoy the delicious sensations that ripple through my pussy as Stax's dick pushes past my tonsils and stretches my neck, shutting my airway, but I can't help myself. My panties are
soaked from the ravenous dick sucking I'm putting on his ass. I give him my porn-star special.

I give it to him wet and sloppy, gulping and gurgling and gasping as I neck bob back and forth over every thick, throbbing inch of him. Down into my neck, up to the head, my lips nursing the tip before plunging it back down into my throat.

My eyes tear.

But there is no gagging. I gulp him in deeper, extending my tongue to allow more room for his throat fuck. His dick pulses down in my throat as he nears orgasm. He grabs my head and fucks my face.

Stroke for stroke my pussy spasms. I slink my hand up under my skirt, but I am already coming before I can even touch myself. My panties are drenched in my steamy juices. I groan, gripping the back of his muscled thighs.

“Damn, you suckin' the shit outta this dick…aaah fuck…yeah, ma, handle that shit, yo…ooooh, goddaaaaaaaamn…Yeah, you got that shit all down in ya neck, Pash…fuck, yeah…mmmm…”

His left leg starts to shake. He is on the brink of unloading his cock. I pick up the pace. Suck, slurp, suck. Gulp, gurgle, slurp.

“Uhhh…uhhhh…motherfuckshit…” I keep sucking him, bringing him closer to the edge, then retreating back to the tip—teasing him until he can no longer take it—until he is slamming himself into my mouth, until he is swabbing my throat in deep urgent thrusts. I loop my fingers under the edge of my panties and into my pussy, embedding them knuckles deep as I grind down onto them.

Stax gasps. I grunt and groan, urging him on. Encouraging him to give it to me good. To feed me his thick, heated, creamy seed. And he does.

But Stax isn't finished yet. He wants more. I've snapped open Pandora's box. And now this nigga wants to rifle through its treasures. “I wanna taste you, Pash. Let me eat that pussy.”

He pulls me up off my knees, lifts me up on the top of my desk. I hike my skirt up, raise my hips and he slides my soaked panties over them. I reach for the lace garment, bringing it to my nose and inhaling the sweet muskiness of my pussy as I spread my smooth legs for him.

He cradles himself between my smooth legs. Leans in, kisses the back of my thighs, then licks up to the edge of my asshole. I shiver. This shit isn't supposed to feel this good. No, no, no! Not with Stax. But there's something in the way he is touching me that causes everything inside of me to melt. Loose heat swirls around in my pussy. I want this nigga to fuck me. But that's not a part of the plan. Then, again, neither is him eating my pussy. But here he is. His face buried between my legs, his hands opening me like a jeweled oyster as he sucks on my pearl. The stage has been set. The plan is in motion. There's no turning back now—for either of us. I don't want him to stop. But it's not supposed to feel like this. Oh, sooo right when it's fucking wrong.

We are both in a heated frenzy.

He slowly licks my glistening clit, then pushes my legs back further, gliding his tongue along the slit of my pussy, then sticking it into my ass. He snakes it back up to my pussy, tongues it, then slithers it back into my ass. He alternates, tongue-fucking me, ass to cunt. He probes and thrusts and licks, tasting the river of juices that are flowing out of me.

I am moaning his name.

He pushes two fingers into my slick heat, arching upward, pressing against my G-spot. I thrust my hips upward, my pussy walls
clutching and contracting around his fingers. “Yeah, motherfucker…work my pussy…oooh, yes…mmmm…”

He glances up at me. “You like that shit, ma…?” I moan out my response. “Yeah, give me that sweet nut…you taste so fuckin' good…” He curls his tongue back into my ass while fingering my pussy. My juices drench his hand. I am being tossed into the throes of another orgasm. I buck my hips.

I fight back the urge to scream out, “Give me the dick! Fuck this pussy!” I bite down on my bottom lip.
No, fucking me is out of the question.
But I want to feel him inside of me. I am so confused. I am torn. Aching with lust.

I clench my pussy tightly around his finger.

I shut my eyes and cry out as a rush of heat shoots out of me. I am literally seeing stars as my body convulses. But Stax isn't done. He pulls me up from the desk, carries me over to the sofa, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I suck his cum-scented tongue, lick around his cum-slick lips before sucking on his bottom lip, savoring my juices. He lays me down on the sofa.

“You're so fuckin' beautiful, Pash…”

I stare up at his towering frame, his dick hovering over my face as he fingers my pussy. One finger, then two fingers, then three…he stretches me. Smears my juices over my pussy lips, then strums his fingers over my clit. He rubs circles on it, causing my pussy to throb.

I reach for his bouncing dick. Grip it by the base and pull him toward me, raising my head and taking the head of his dick into my mouth.

His breathing quickens. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” he chants.

“Aaaah, shitmotherfuck!” he shrieks, his voice rising to a shrilling roar. “I'm comin', Pash…fuck…oh shiiiiit…here it comes,
Pash…get that shit, ma…” He pounds my pussy with his fingers. Knuckles-deep, he finger-fucks nut after nut out of me as I suck him into my mouth, matching the rhythm of his finger-strokes.

I'm so fucking horny. So fucking blinded by lust and heat and anger. I give Stax what I'm most known for—one of my deep throat specials.

I get real nasty with it. Sucking and slurping and making wet smacking sounds with my mouth while gently squeezing and tugging on his balls. The muscles at the base of his rock-hard dick contract and he is dipping at the knees. And then a burst of hot cum fills my mouth. I gulp it down. Continue sucking on his dick as another wad of nut shoots out into my wet, waiting mouth. There's so much of it. It's thick and gooey and warm and surprisingly tasty. It slides down my throat.

“Aaaah, aaaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaah…mmmm…mmmm…” He is still shooting, flooding my mouth. Some of his cream escapes from my mouth and runs freely down my chin. But I am not one to waste a drop. I keep swallowing and sucking him. I don't stop until his dick calms and begins to go from rock-hard to semi-hard. I skim my lips and tongue over the length and width of him, cleaning his dick, then taking my fingers and scooping up the rest of his nut from my chin into my mouth.

A shiver rises through my pussy.

I am moaning again, my body shaking.

“Yeah, Pash…that's it, ma…come for me…grab my fingers with that hot pussy…yeah, like that…”

I come again, coating his fingers, soaking his hand. I grip his wrist. Grind onto his hand, fuck my pussy onto his fingers. He waits for me to catch my breath, then removes his hand from between my thighs. I grab it and lick his fingers clean. Then stand up. Stax puts his arm around me to steady me.

“What the fuck have we done, Pash,” he whispers as he holds my stare.

I push him down onto the sofa, keeping my eyes locked on his as I straddle him. A satisfied smirk on my face, I narrow my gaze. Reach back and start stroking his dick until it thickens and stretches out. “It's too late to worry about that now. I've already had your dick down my throat and swallowed your babies. Do you wanna stop?” My soft hand glides over the crown of his cock. Stax stretches his long legs out.

“Fuck, Pash…aaah, shit…”

I repeat the question. “Do you wanna stop?”

“Nah…shit.”

“Then we've just sealed our fates.” I lift my hips, positioning the head of his dick into the back of my pussy. I ride its tip, gripping it and slicking it with my wetness. My pussy begins making swishy-sounds as I fuck the opening of my slit with the head of his dick.

He grasps my hips. “Sit all the way down on it. I wanna feel you on my dick, ma. I want you to take all this dick.” He tries to thrust up into me, but I lift up, popping his cockhead out.

My lips flush to his ear, I whisper, “You want this pussy, Stax? You wanna fuck?”

“What you think, Pash?” he says breathlessly. “I wanna bust this nut. I wanna feel your wet pussy all over this hard-ass dick.”

“I need names, Stax.” I reach in back of me, grab his dick and squeeze it, then press it downward, sliding my wet slit along the length of his shaft. I coat him with my juices, then slide down between his legs. His dick bounces up into my face. I glance up at him. “Give me the names of the niggas who kidnapped me. And you can get all the pussy you want.”

I gently squeeze his wet balls, then lick them. He moans. “Tell
me who Jasper had kidnap me.” I take his pussy-scented dick back into my mouth. And for the first time in—I don't know how long—a sense of calm washes over me.

Nigga, you gonna give me want I want 'cause I'm about to suck your balls inside out!