A Pimp In Pumps (8 page)

              “I ain’t yours,” I challenged him although I was over the arguing already.

              “Shit, that’s a lie. You gon’ always be mine. I rode wit’ Trav and shit, but why don’t I catch a ride wit’ you? Maybe we can go chill at the condo for a minute. First I need to stop at the crib to get your gifts. That’s cool?” Kamal asked me.

              I nodded and watched as Jordan got in her car. Cherie had driven herself and I could see that she was fuming.

              “Please don’t tell Serg about…that. We don’t need no trouble,” I advised.

              She nodded. “A’ight, but if anything pops off after this…”

              “It won’t,” Kamal spoke up.

              We all said our good byes and they drove off. Me and that nigga were still standing there in the parking lot.

              “What if I don’t want you to ride wit’ me,” I just had to fuck with him.

              “Then you should’ve said that shit before Trav left.”

              I shook my head and unlocked the doors. “C’mon nigga.”

              Once we were in the car I interrogated him.

              “Did Jordan tell you where we were?”

              “No.” That was all he said.

              “I’on believe you.”

              “I ain’t surprised since you don’t trust me anymore. You’ll trust me again though.”

              A sarcastic laugh was all I offered back to him as I turned on the radio. After turning it up full blast, I shut down the conversation. About twenty minutes later I pulled up in front of his apartment building.

              “Well, I guess I’ll see you later.” I pretended to forget all about the gifts he claimed he had for me and his desire to spend some time alone at the condo.

              The smell of his cologne was intoxicating as he leaned toward me.

              “What’s that supposed to mean?” His warm breath stroked my face, causing my body to react against my will.

              “That I’ll see you later.” My voice was weakening like my resolve.

              Damn, he seemed to have some type of control over me. As much as I wanted to turn my back on him, I just couldn’t. The love I felt for him…and the sexual connection we had…was a strong combination. Our physical attraction was crazy as hell, so it made it so hard to resist him.

              When he got out of the car my heart sank. I was playing hard, but I really did want us to work it out. Damn, there he was giving up once again and it made me feel like I’d wasted my time on him. Shaking my head, I turned the key in the ignition just as my car door flew open. Kamal stood there with a look on his face that I’d never seen before. I didn’t really know what it meant, but the love was clear in his eyes.

              “I ain’t gonna keep on repeatin’ myself Sasha.” He looked away before focusing on looking into my eyes again. Then he was on his knees with his hands in mine. “I’m just gonna humble myself and admit that I was wrong as hell for lying to you. You were right. I should’ve just told you the truth. Baby, I just hope we can move on, ‘cause I won’t stop lovin’ you. All I want to do is make you my wife one day. I just wanna show you that it’s all about you. It’s like you’ve been inked on my heart, permanently. It ain’t no givin’ you up, so workin’ it out is the only option. I’ll give you time, because I know you gotta build the trust back up, but I ain’t goin’ nowhere. So, it ain’t gon’ be no damn see you later. I’m tryna see all of you…tonight.” His warm, firm hand crept up my bare thigh.

              It was so hard to defy what I was feeling, but I pushed his hand away. “No. I can’t…”

              “You can.” He nodded anxiously as he looked at me with longing. It was like he was trying to coax me with his eyes and his gestures.

              Damnit that shit was working.

              His hand was moving up my thigh again ever so lightly. Oh, it felt so good.

              I grabbed his hand. “Stop Kamal.”

              “No…” His voice was barely a whisper as he pushed my skirt up and rested his head in my lap. “Just let me taste you baby.”

              His warm, wet tongue was traveling up my thigh next. When it was in the crevice of my thigh, right beside my throbbing pussy, I almost opened my legs wide right there outside. Regardless of my desire to feel his mouth on me, I fought the urge.

              “It’s not that easy Kamal.”

              I grabbed the back of his head and tried to pry it away from his weakness. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held on to me so that I couldn’t move.

              “Open your legs ma. Just let me taste you. I just wanna taste that sweet pussy.” His voice was muffled because he was trying his best to get to what he wanted. “Please.”

              Instead of doing what I really wanted to do, I kept my legs closed. “Mal, get up. No.”

              Damn, his tongue felt so good, although my panties were still in place. My shit was getting wet as hell and when he tried to pry my legs apart, I wanted to put it all up in his face.

              “You know I’m gonna make you feel good mami. Just let me taste it. Damn…”

              He was stronger than me, or maybe I just didn’t fight hard enough. When he pulled my panties to the side and leaned over, my breath caught in my throat. It had been so damn long and I was actually anticipating the feeling. The natural instinct to open my legs wider took over me as his hot, greedy mouth devoured what he was begging for.

              “Ohh…shit…” I pushed him away. It took every ounce of self-control I had. “Not out here. Let’s go to the condo.”

              Looking up at me, he smiled all big as if he’d won. “Okay. I’m gonna go get your gifts. Stay here.”

              He walked off, but then suddenly turned on his heels and grabbed my hand.

              “You comin’ wit’ me. It’s no way I’m lettin’ you get away.”

              Not that I was going anywhere after feeling that shit. I wanted some more.

*  *  *

              “Ahhh, shit…fuck…Mal…damn….” That nigga’s face was buried nose deep in my pussy.

              Make up sex was always the best and we were still at the foreplay part, which was my favorite. Don’t get me wrong, I loved intercourse, but oral stimulation was that shit. I wasn’t the most experienced woman in the world, but Kamal had skills. 

              “Mmm, baby, delicious…” He slurped my hard clit into his mouth and then swirled his warm, wet tongue around it.

              “Ohhhh…” My back arched instinctively as his hands cupped my ass cheeks. “I’m cumin’ baby…”

              As I came in his mouth he didn’t flinch, but simply stared into my eyes. Damn, the moment was so intense that I forgot what I was even mad about in the first place. It was funny how a good orgasm could mess with your emotions. At first I was ready to leave him alone for good and now I was spread eagle with his handsome face between my legs.

              I tried to push him away from my quivering pussy, but he kept right on sucking.

              “Mal, baby, damn.” What was he trying to prove?

              “Shhh, cum for me one more time. You know you want to.” There was a sly grin on his face as he went back down. “Now open it up for daddy.”

              I used my fingers to spread my wet pussy lips, exposing the hard sensitivity that dwelled between them. His tongue softly flickered over it and then he used his mouth as a sort of suction cup and started sucking. That shit was so incredible and when he pushed the hood of my clit back and started sucking tenderly in the right spot, it was over.

              “Fuck!! Oh…my…Mal…mmm…ahhh…” I started grinding and rotating my pelvis in circles, hungry for the warm, tingling feeling that was threatening to take over my body.

              Damn, I didn’t know how much I needed that shit. It felt like I was floating on a cloud as I came again. Tears flowed from my eyes as they rolled back in my head. The pleasure was something that I could not describe as it flowed over my anatomy like a hit of heroin. I’d never tried that shit before, but I’d heard a few junkies describe it as a full body orgasm. That nigga Kamal was my heroin. Addiction was complex and I was definitely emotionally and physically attached to him.

              “One more,” he whispered before sliding his middle, and pointer fingers deep inside of my wetness.

              “Uhhh…Mal…” My body writhed around on the bed because I was spent and I couldn’t take anymore. “I’m literally weak right now.”

              That didn’t stop him. His soft, warm tongue found that spot in no time and he went in. A few sloppy, loud slurps later my body was jerking and I was trying my best to get away from him.  His lips were all wet and there was a mischievous look on his face as he stared at me. He knew that he’d turned me out with that shit and I was breathing all hard as I stared back at him in awe.

              “You good?” He asked moving closer to me.

              I held my thighs together tightly. “Yes.”

              He chuckled. “You already know you might as well open up, ‘cause I’m gettin’ some of that pussy.”

              A smile crept up on my face as I kissed his lips that tasted like my womanhood. As I licked my lips he put my hand on his hardness.

              “Feel that?”

              I nodded. “You know I’m gonna ride you ‘till you bust good as hell all up in it, but you gotta let my shit calm down. Damn. You didn’t have to eat my pussy like that.” It was hard to pretend like I was mad.

              “Yes, I did.” His face was all serious as he stared into my eyes. “I know that it don’t prove my love to you, but it shows it. I love the way you taste ma. That pussy’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever had on my tongue. Fuck it. I love everything about you. It’s not just the sex. I mean, the sex is fuckin’ crazy, but it ain’t all we got between us. Just know that I got you ma. No matter what happens, I’ll always have your back.”

              We kissed again, but that time he gave me the tongue.

              “Mmm,” I moaned into his mouth before sucking my sweet juices from his lips.

              After that I laid back and put my legs behind my head. My pussy was spread wide open in his face, all juicy and ready.

              “Damn ma, and she smell so good too.” He put his nose in it again and inhaled deeply before positioning himself over me. “I ain’t gotta use nothin’ right?”

              “Nigga, you know better. If you want this good pussy you better put a damn condom on.”

              Sucking his teeth in annoyance, he leaned over to get a condom from his pants pocket.

              “We been together long enough for me to feel you.”

              “Not right now. We gotta save something for our wedding night baby,” I protested.

              “You ain’t gotta save shit for me. I’m a greedy nigga. I want it all right now. C’mon ma. I’ll pull out. I promise.” His lips were on my neck creeping up to my earlobe.

              The warm sensation took over my nerve endings as he whispered in my ear.

              “Please.” His fingers were inside of me, pushing against my spot in deep circles.

              Damn, I wanted to beg him for the dick, but I was reluctant about having sex with him raw. I wanted to have babies with him one day, but not right now. We couldn’t get caught up in the moment and let our hormones take over our senses.

              “No…we can’t.” My voice was weak, because I really wanted to give in. “I don’t wanna get pregnant.”

              “You won’t.” I could feel the head of his dick probing at my warm, throbbing entrance.

              I clenched my muscles, so that he couldn’t get inside. “But what if I do?”

              “Then I got you.”

              “But you just said that I won’t get pregnant.” I rolled my eyes. “Put that shit on.”

              He let out a loud gust of air before sliding the condom on. Whether he knew it or not, I didn’t care about how mad he was. No matter how much I loved him, I wasn’t trying to fuck up our future together before it even started. Babies were beautiful, but I wanted to be sure that we could afford to take care of them. His stubbornness about wearing a condom had messed up the mood.

              “What’s wrong?” The way he was looking at me made shit even worse.

              “Like you don’t know. What’s your problem? You better be glad I’m givin’ you some pussy and you talkin’ ‘bout not wearin’ a damn condom.”

              He shook his head as he pointed at his covered dick. “I got on the condom baby. Okay. Now relax.”

              Being a bitch and telling him never mind, since I had already got me, had crossed my mind, but I didn’t do him like that. After some good head like he’d just given me, I wanted to get my back banged out, so it was only right.

*  *  *

              The next morning, I woke up to Kamal standing over me with a tray in his hands.