Free Finding Forever by Keisha Ervin Page A

against the wall.
     
    “You ain’t know?”
     
    “Oh, I see . . . somebody wanna be grown. You wanna be a big girl today, huh?”
     
    “I’ve been grown, sweetie,” Whitney challenged.
     
    “Let’s see how grown you are when I pull my dick out and stick it up in you.”
     
    “Koran, please.”
     
    “What, you think I won’t?”
     
    “I know you won’t.”
     
    Before Whitney knew it she had been spun around. Her breasts and hands were firmly pressed up against the wall causing her back to arch and her butt to stick out. Koran had never seen anything sexier. The expression on her face was priceless. Whitney had a look of fear, surprise and anticipation on her face. Stepping up behind her, Koran ran his hand through the hair at the back of her head.
     
    He knew she could feel his hard on. Whitney, being the freak she was, adjusted her butt so his dick was in line with her pussy. Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder and gave him a look that said, “I dare you.”
     
    Koran never backed down from a challenge. Without hesitation, he surveyed the club to make sure no one was looking and unzipped his pants. Whitney released a startled gasp when she felt his hard dick slap the skin between her thighs and hit the lips of her pussy. Immediately, she became wet.
     
    “Koran, what are you doing?” Her voice quivered as he played with her clit.
     
    “Shhhhhhhh,” he ordered. “You only get five strokes, okay?”
     
    “Okay.” Whitney closed her eyes and relished the sensation of his dick entering the slit of her wet pussy.
     
    “And when I’m done don’t be beggin’ for more.”
     
    “Alright,” she moaned.
     
    “One.” Koran moved his hips as if they were slow grinding.
     
    “Two.”
     
    “Three,” Whitney joined in, enjoying their freaky game.
     
    “You wanna play?” he questioned, stepping back and then pounding into her hard. “Four.”
     
    “Koran,” she squealed, ready to cum.
     
    “Be quiet. Five.” He gripped her waist tightly and pumped even harder.
     
    “Just one more stroke, daddy, please?” Whitney begged.
     
    “Nope.” Koran grinned, placing his dick back into his pants. “Wait until we get home.”
     
    “Are you serious?”
     
    “Yep.”
     
    “I can’t believe you gon’ play me like that. I was just about to cum.”
     
    “Deal wit it. I told you, you was only gettin’ five strokes.”
     
    “I can’t stand you. Now I’ma be walkin’ around wit a wet ass all night.”
     
    “You wanna go home?” Koran pulled out a Black N’ Mild and lit it.
     
    “Nah, I’ll be back.”
     
    “Where you going?”
     
    “To the bathroom, so I can freshen up.”
     
    “Hurry back.”
     
    “I will.”
     
    While he waited for Whitney to come back, Koran inhaled smoke from the Black N’ Mild and surveyed the crowd. The party was crunk. People were enjoying themselves as they drank, danced or mingled. He could see O upstairs, leaning up against the rail with a salty look on his face. His man was whispering something in his ear, making him even madder as they both mean mugged Koran. Koran wanted his pot’nah to amp him up to do something drastic. If he jumped Koran was sure to put something in him that he’d never forget.
     
    “You cool?” Sheek came over and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. “You straight?”
     
    “I’m good. You enjoying yourself, birthday boy?”
     
    “Yeah, I’m about to cut this cake in a minute, but before I do I’ma pop that bottle of Perrier Jouet you gave me. I know you gon’ take a sip.”
     
    “Hell yeah, I’ma get a glass. You know how much that bottle cost me?” Koran joked.
     
    “Well, bring yo’ punk pussy ass on then.”
     
    “Give me a second. I’m waiting on Whitney to come back from the bathroom.”
     
    “A’ight, we up top.” Sheek walked off.
     
    As Sheek disappeared into the crowd, Koran scanned the club for Whitney. He couldn’t spot her anywhere. Where is this girl at? he