Dicc'n U Down

by Monaye Paris

is a drug. A big, thick, long, hard drug. A drug that’ll have you shaking like a feen. I’ve had it. And baby…I ain’t well in the head at all.

He licked his lips slowly which made me smile. ‘Cause obviously you wanna taste me right?

it ok if I fuck you?” he whispered. I nodded, breathin’ heavy.

He pulled my dress up slow, starin’ like he’d never seen pussy before. “She so motherfuckin’ pretty. Ain’t she pretty Mizz Viv?”

“Don’t run. Take it.”

came again, harder this time, legs tremblin’. “You so fuckin’ pretty when you cum,” he whispered against my ear.

This was dick-induced devastation. Legs numb, thighs trembling, coochie thumpin’ like it just survived war.

That nigga was behind the counter right now, slidin’ my robe open, his big ass hands partin’ my thighs. Before I could stop him, his mouth was already on me—warm, wet, deep. I slapped my hand over my mouth.

“That’s it ain’t it? Mhm,” he growled, strokin’ deep. I gripped the cushions, eyes damn near crossin’. “Take it. Take it. Let big daddy stretch this pussy out, baby.”