Keston Bishop is hands down the best fucking lover I’ve ever had. I’ve never had a brother who brought his A-game every single time. I broke my own rules and allowed him to start spending the night at my place. I even let his ass have a small corner on the bathroom counter where he could leave his toothbrush, shaving cream, and electric razor. A few times, I’ve even got up in the morning and cooked his ass breakfast.
Me. I don’t do that shit.
“Move your pussy over this way,” Keston coaches after twisting my ass up like a pretzel and then hitting me off from the side. “Ah. Shit. That’s it.”
He ain’t lying. He’s hitting my spot so good that it feels like my pussy has turned into liquid candy. It doesn’t matter because Keston is going to clean me up with that greedy-ass tongue of his after a while.
“Are you loving this shit, baby?” he asks above the sound of our bodies slapping together.
“Y-yeeessss.” Shit. Doesn’t he know it’s hard for me to breathe?
“Then how come I don’t hear you telling me how much you like this good dick?”
“Baby, I … I love this good dick.
” “LOUDER!”
“I LOVE YOUR FUCKING DICK!”
“Now that’s what a nigga likes to hear.” His hips shift into overdrive, and he pounds me so deep into the mattress I’m going to start coughing up foam in a minute. I start to feel that familiar drop in my belly, and I try to hold my breath to prepare for this next orgasm, but there’s just no way to prepare for this motherfucker, which seems to explode everywhere, from my toes to the ends of my hair.
Behind me, Keston is chuckling about the amount of candy I’m coating that sweet dick with. When he releases my legs, I pop up and get on my job tongue-bathing him down. “Ssssss. Shit, baby.” Like always, he brushes my hair out of my face so he can watch me work. It’s all right. I like when he watches me. It feels like there’s a spotlight on me and I’m working to impress.
Maybe it’s in the back of my head that I don’t want him to feel like he ever needs to sit me down and tell me that he’s not feeling me anymore. I can see how a woman might go a little insane if she’s told that she is being cut off from dick privileges with Keston. It’s been only a couple of weeks and my ass is straight addicted. When we’re not together, I’m constantly looking and checking my phone for calls or text messages. And if there’s a night where he can’t come over, I’m wondering why and whether there’s another girl in the picture. That can be a strong possibility. I don’t have any real claim on him, and, hell, it ain’t like we ever had a conversation about the shit.
Sinking my head down as far as I can go on his cock, I squeeze the muscles at the back of my throat for as hard and long as I can. Keston tenses up while the head of his cock starts pulsing and drizzling precum down my throat. I want him to lose it and blast off, but he’s not finished playing with me, so he pulls out and rubs his wet dick all over my mouth.
“What’s your rush, baby? We have all night.” He slaps me on the back of my ass and then lays down flat. “C’mon, Agent Hayes. Climb on up here and twerk that fat ass on this dick you claim to love so much.”
I climb up into the backward cowgirl position, taking my time burying that thick, silky pole of his into my still-creaming pussy. Inch by inch, I swear to God I’m falling deeper in love. When I reach the base, I take a few seconds to rotate my hips to adjust.
Keston hisses and settles his hands on the bottom of my ass. “Twerk it, baby.”
“Like this, baby?” I lean forward and squeeze one ass muscle at a time to make it pop. “You like that, Daddy?”
“Fuck. You know I do.” He slaps my ass. “Keep it going.”
Pop. Bounce. Pop. Bounce.
His hissing grows louder, so I speed it up.
Pop. Bounce. Pop. Bounce.
“Hold on. Hold on,” he says, trying to control this situation.
But I want him out of control—sort of how he does me when he unleashes that fat tongue of his on my pussy. I want him to cum when I want him to cum.
Pop. Bounce. Pop. Bounce.
“Ahhh. Wait.”
Pop. Bounce. Pop. Bounce.
“Jor—dan.” His toes start curling.
Pop. Bounce. Pop. Bounce.
“FUCK!” Roaring like a lion, Keston’s hands clamp down hard on my hips. He cums so hard that I can feel his hot cum seep out the front of my pussy. “Shit.”
I start to climb off him, but he stops me. “Don’t move. Shit. Please don’t move. You got my shit all sensitive.”
I laugh because I know he’s just mocking me. That’s what I usually say when he has worn me out. I roll off of him, give him a quick peck on the cheek, and head off to the shower. A minute later, he’s in there helping me scrub my back and a few other places. But being naked around each other can last only so long. Somewhere in between the second rinse cycle and splashing on some baby oil, Keston has me pressed up against the bathroom tile, trying to blow my back out.
Whatever vitamins this brother is on, I hope that he never stops taking them. Not to mention he has the sexiest fuck faces I’ve ever seen. He always bites his lower lip and stretches his upper lip so high it touches his nose. And when he starts growling, I always start cumming.
“Take this dick. Take this dick.”
“Give it to me. Give it to me.”
My shower proves to be too small to do all we want, so we return to the bed, dripping wet and still a little soapy. But at some point I black out and then wake hours later snuggled under him and the room dark. It’s so comfortable, lying pressed against him like this, that I find myself hoping that I’m not just living some brief fantasy that’s going to vanish as fast as it appeared.
“Are you awake?”
I jump at the sound of his deep voice and then laugh at myself.
“I’m going to take that as a yes.” Keston chuckles and then plants a kiss at the back of my head. “Good. Now that you’re awake, maybe I can get some sleep. It was a little hard to do with all that snoring you do.”
“What? I don’t snore.”
“I don’t know who told you that bullshit.” He chuckles, pulling me close. “Baby girl, you be mowing down some serious trees. For real.”
My face is blazing with embarrassment. “Stop lying.” I reach back and smack him on the leg. “Why the fuck you playing me like that?”
Keston’s chest rumbles and shakes the bed. “Settle down, Ma. It ain’t like I brought up all those silent-but-deadly fart bombs you be letting go in the middle of the night.”
“WHAT?” I grab a pillow and whip around and smack him dead in the face. “Stop lying.”
Keston cracks up, putting up very little defense as I hammer his head.
“Take it back,” I demand, even though I’m laughing as hard as he is. “Take it back.”
He holds out as long as he possibly can before finally throwing up his hands. “All right. All right. I take it back.” He wrestles the pillow out of my hands. “It looks like someone can’t take a joke.”
“I can take a joke. That just wasn’t funny.” I mush him on the head.
“I don’t know. I was laughing.” He rolls me beneath him and then starts raining kisses all around my neck. “Damn, girl. I just can’t get enough of you.”
A lazy smile floats across my face while his large hands drift farther down my body. Just when I think he’s about to peel me open again, I hear a cell phone ring. The kissing stops as we both groan and pull apart.
“Is that you or me?” I ask, rolling toward the right side of the bed.
“I think it’s me,” Keston answers, leaning over the bed and swooping up his pants to grab his cell phone. He takes a quick look at his caller ID and huffs out a long breath. “I gotta roll.”
“Now?” I frown as I watch him climb out of the bed.
“Afraid so.” He jumps into his boxers and jeans so quick I’m wondering if there’s a fire somewhere he has to put out. “Sorry, baby. Maybe we can hook up tomorrow night or this weekend.”
“But … I don’t understand. What’s so important that you have to leave at … three o’clock in the morning?”
“Business.”
“Business?” I cock my head. “What kind of business?”
Keston jams his T-shirt over his head and then grabs his white Nikes. “Just business, baby girl.” He leans over. “Give me a kiss so I can run.” I hesitate, so he kisses me instead and even tweaks a nipple. “I’ll catch up with you later.” He bolts for the bedroom door.
Stunned, I sit in bed for a moment, but then I hop out of bed naked to storm after him. “KESTON!”
“I got to go, baby,” he says, still not breaking his stride.
“Fine. Go. But you can still tell me what kind of business you have to take care of in the middle of the night.”
“Look, baby. We can talk about it another time.” He opens the front door. “I promise.” He turns to me and kisses me again. “Later.” He races outside and hops into his chromed out black Escalade.
I’m stuck holding the door and watching him as he pulls out of the driveway. I have a bad feeling about this. And when I get those feelings, I’m never wrong.
“Shit. I knew his ass is too good to be true.”