Between the Sheets (9781476775807) Read Online Free PDF Page A

DeVaughn, Pretty Ricky, and many others, then set it for RANDOM play.
    There’s something real intoxicating about fucking and making love to music, yet not knowing what will play next heightens the experience. You can go from slow, deep lovemaking to hardcore pussy pounding. But, uh, dancing for Marika to shit that only a chick should be dancing to for her man, is not my thing. But it’s what turns her on. And, like I said, what my baby wants, my baby gets. But I’m not gonna front. I’m silently praying that the track gods only play shit by the bruhs.
    Marika grins as Plies’ “Get You Wet” floats through the system. I reach for the fly of my boxers, then in one swift motion, tear open my drawz, exposing a trimmed bush of thick, curly pubic hair. I reach down and pull my dick out, let it hang over the torn cotton.
    By the time Usher’s “Seduction” starts playing, I’m stroking my dick into a thick, long erection. Marika moans, groans, grunts, when I lean forward, extend my tongue out and lick around the head of my own dick, lapping at my sticky precum. I cup my balls.
    â€œOoooh, yesss…” Marika says in almost a whisper. “Lick that big dick, daddy. Suck it for me.”
    I look up and wink at her, then flick my tongue over it several more times before standing upright and thrusting my hips at her. She moans, winding her ass into the mattress.
    â€œMmmm…you’re so fucking sexy…you got my pussy coming , baby…”
    â€œYeah, finger-fuck that wet cunt…”
    The music throbs around us.
    A smile toys at the corners of my mouth as I slowly stalk toward my baby while Trey Songz sings about getting on top. I swing my hips. Dip at the knees. Marika licks her lips as she takes in my body. Dark-chocolate skin sliding over thick muscles. Her fingers match my own strokes as the head of my dick slides in and out of the palm of my hand.
    She can’t keep the smile from creeping across her face when Beyoncé starts singing about how much she wants to show her man how much she appreciates him. I silently groan. She laughs.
    â€œOh, aiight, aiight. You think this shit’s funny, huh?” I dip at the knees and thrust my hips, lifting my arms up over my head as “Dance for You” plays. The only thing on my mind is easing this dick into her pussy and getting deep inside her. I bunch every muscle in my sleek torso, gliding my hand down the length of my dick.
    I move in, closer. Closer, closer, my long fingers caressing my balls with one hand, while my other hand moves faster and faster in short strokes from the top to the bottom of my swollen head, then rhythmically slides into long, deep strokes from the base of my dick, then up, over, and around my head. Long and deep and slow, then fast and short. Stroke for stroke, my knees dipping every so often.
    â€œYeah, baby,” I groan as R. Kelly’s “Cookie” pulses through the speakers. I have my dick practically in her face now. Her tongue slides out of her mouth. Her head leans in. Yeah, she wanna taste this dick now.
    â€œNah, you can’t have none,” I tease, yanking it away from her open mouth while leaning into her, reaching for her wet pussy. I smack it. Pinch her clit. “Yeah, look at that pussy. All wet ‘n’ juicy.” I slip a finger in. Skim her inner walls with a swirl. She lets out a soft moan, reaching for my dick. I push her hand away. Press my lips into hers. Slide my tongue into her mouth as Trey Songz sings about being a panty wetter.
    I twist a hand into her hair. Yank her head back. Bite into her neck. Nip at her ear.
    She moans. “Aaah.”
    â€œI’ma fuck the shit outta you for makin’ me late for work. You know that, right?”
    I pull my finger out of her cunt, smack her clit, then plunge two fingers back into her slit. Marika gasps, hisses, then whimpers low in her throat, clawing at the sheets. Her eyes