“You was thinking about me too, huh?” he said between kisses.
“Couldn’t even sleep,” I moaned, opening my mouth for his tongue, then sucking on his bottom lip as we rubbed our groins together.
A drum was beating in my coochie and I didn’t want to waste a whole lot of time getting that dick inside of me, but Gino had more control and he made me take it slow.
“Let’s do it right,” he whispered, laying me down on his king-sized bed. My robe and gown came off and my panties disappeared. Gino took his lips from mine and kissed each of my nipples, then sucked them into his mouth gently but tight, and just the sensation of his hands stroking my legs and his hot tongue on my sensitive knobs brought me to an orgasm.
But it was only a small one. The big one was still waiting to be released. I shuddered and tried to catch my breath as he entered me with two thick fingers. “Aaahhh,” I moaned, holding his wrist and guiding it into my wetness. “Right there, baby.” I worked my hips in deep circles as his fingers sloshed in and out of me. “Yeah, right there.”
Gino was doing something to me with his fingers that I had never done to myself. First he used two, then three, as he slid into me and came back out to rub my wet clit, then pushed deeply back inside. I felt something deep inside my pussy awakening and it almost scared me, it felt so good. Gino’s fingers were making a “c’mere” motion deep inside of me, and as I arched my back and spread my legs wider trying to stuff his whole arm up in me, something hot and delicious tore through my pussy and sent a gush of cum running out of me that wet the whole bed up!
“Agghhhhh!” I came screaming and kicking my legs and holding on to his arm with both hands, driving his hand deeper into me as I fucked up to meet him. “Ohmygoodness. Goddamnbabywhatyoudoingtome…”
Gino had found my g-spot.
Not only did I come harder than I ever had in my life, I’d ejaculated, too. The sheets were so wet under my ass that I was almost ashamed. But shame didn’t last long because now that I’d come, Gino wanted to get him some.
He took a rubber from his wallet on the night table but I checked him when he tried to open the pack to put it on.
“No,” I said, taking it from him and sliding it under the pillow. “Not yet.”
And then I went to work.
I held his throbbing dick in my hands, amazed that it was so damn hard and thick. Yeah, you know I couldn’t help comparing it to G’s but as big and nice as G’s dick was, his son had him beat in every way.
Slowly, I covered the head with my lips, then worked my mouth all the way down the shaft. I had never performed oral sex in my life, but it felt so good and natural to me that I guess I was born to do it.
I licked and sucked him with so much love that his dick was glistening wet and twice as hard as when I started. He was pushing my head down hard and fast, and I could feel his body tensing and shivering with each lick.
But Gino wasn’t going out like that.
“Gimme the glove,” he demanded and I slid it out from beneath the pillow and let him tear open the wrapper and roll it down over himself. Then he lay back and pulled me on top of him, holding me at the waist.
“Gone, girl,” he said grinning up at me. “Get yours any way you want it.”
I went to work! You know I did! It was my first time ever being on top!
I rode Gino like he was a bull, raising my ass up in the air, then slamming myself back down on his hard stick. I did this over and over, pausing to rock and whimper every so often, until I couldn’t take it anymore and I came again.
I was limp and trying to catch my breath when Gino rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt him behind me, his dick touching the back of my thigh, and I froze.
“Uh-uh.” I shook my head, balling myself up into a knot. “I don’t play that back door shit!”
Gino looked confused. “Neither do I, baby. I would never hurt you like that. Don’t you trust me?”
I gazed at him over my shoulder, the strength of his muscles jumping out at me. He could fuck me up if he wanted to. Do me just as bad as G liked to do me, but somehow I knew he wouldn’t.
“Yeah,” I answered, and lay down on my stomach. “I trust you.”
Oh, man! I can’t even describe how good it felt when Gino entered me from behind. For a moment I had a flashback about G and my asshole, but as soon as I felt Gino sliding up inside of my wet pussy I forgot all about G and concentrated on his son.
Over two hours passed before I snuck back into the room I shared with G. I’d taken a quick shower before leaving Gino’s room, so I knew I smelled okay, but my stuff was so nicely scuffed that I was scared my guilt would show.
G was still snoring as I climbed in the bed beside him, and I lay on the edge of the bed with a smile on my face and my hand between my legs, enjoying the ache that bounced through my body and laughed in my soul.
Chapter Seventeen
The next night I snuck into Gino’s room again, and again he found my g-spot and sexed me so good I was slobbering when he finished. We went at it like rabbits, fucking in every position imaginable, doing all the things I had fantasized about but never actually experienced. I took him through almost every fantasy in the Juicy Journal, and Gino licked my pussy for hours and told me it was the sweetest he had ever tasted.
I was limping when I slipped back into my room before the sun came up. Limping and grinning like hell. But those two days of good dick must have given me brain damage because I stepped totally out of my mind when I decided to jump bad with G right after dinner on Thursday evening.
“Jimmy ain’t no goddamn dope dealer!” I kicked open the connecting door to our rooms and stood over G. He was stretched out on the sofa in a pair of shorts and no shirt, and a black dress sock was on his left foot.
I had just gotten off the phone with Dicey. It was raining like crazy outside and G was taking a nap, so me and Gino had ordered a pay-per-view movie and were watching it in his room. Gino had dozed off right after the movie started, so when his cell phone rang I went ahead and answered it.
“I ain’t supposed to be talking to you no more, Juicy,” she said. “And after them motherfuckers bust up in my house like that I swore to God I was cutting you loose. But you know I love you and Jimmy both, so there ain’t no way I can keep you in the dark about no shit like this.”
“What, Dicey?” I almost screamed into the phone. “What??”
“Besides,” she went on without answering me, “Gino’s cell phone number came up on the caller ID in the cut room, so I’m taking that as a sign that pulling your coat is exactly what I’m supposed to be doing.”
All I could think about was Jimmy. “Dicey, just tell me, goddamn it. Is Jimmy okay? Tell me, dammit!”
“Juicy, you know how hard your grandmother took it when Cara died. Shit, the way your mother was living, if she hadn’t got shot she probably woulda sent your grandmother to an early grave.”
“Dicey, please tell me.” I was moaning.
“Your grandmother didn’t cotton with no damn drugs, and that’s why when I was out there shooting duji I never came by to see her. Not once. I was too ashamed to let her see me that way, especially after Cara went down.
“But Jimmy. Jimmy ain’t nothing but a pissy-tail baby, and it just ain’t right that he’s dabbling in shit like that. Juicy, I know G your man, but he got your brother running dope all over Harlem. I know you think he’s just supervising or keeping books or some stupid shit like that, but ever since you left Jimmy been running with the connects and making road trips, too. Word on the streets is that he might be using, too. I just thought you ought to know.”