Free My Hustler’s Keeper by Larissa

well. More details coming soon.
    “Fuck!” I yell out, slamming the door and going back to my own car.
    “What happened?” she asks as soon as I stepped back inside the car.
    “I need some work and fast,” I explain to her, driving away.
    ** ** **
    It has been two weeks since I got that phone call from Rayla. I got the money looking me in the face, but still no phone call. Daniel’s driving me crazy calling every five minutes wanting to know the progress. And Harmony’s in my other ear telling me to go to the police. This shit is becoming stressful. I had to call me some backup and fast. I was just waiting on them niggas to get here.
    “C’mon, ma, I don’t fuck with the police,” I tell her.
    “You need to go to the police Sincere. What if this is not Joe? We need the law on our side. Calling people is not going to help us.”
    “I got this ma. And I’m not fucking with the police. They will not lock my ass up. You know the blue and whites and I don’t get alone.”
    “You fucking with me,” she replies back, taking a seat on my lap.
    “You different though.”
    “How is that?” she asks, kissing me.
    “Help is help Sincere.”
    “Cause I can fuck you. I can’t fuck a cop.”
    “You full of shit Sincere,” she says, hitting me upside the head.
    “But you love me though,” I say before taking her body into my embrace, standing up, and then sitting her down on the living room table.
    “I need to relieve some stress.”
    Pulling her blouse over her head and dropping it to the floor, I begin to work on her tasty nipples.
    “Baabbyy,” she slowly moans out.
    Easing her up out of her jeans, my fingers begin to work on making that pussy wet. Playing with the outline, her body starts to slowly shake.
    “Sincere, you’re driving me crazy,” she cries out, just as I slide two fingers deep inside her.
    “You’re driving me crazy too,” I whisper into her ear.
    I lick the sweat that is forming from her lips before taking my fingers out and licking the juices off.
    “Yeah, I got your crazy.”
    She grabs me tight by the shirt and then throws me down onto the marble table. Afterwards she quickly flips positions, pressing her body down against mines.
    “I’m going to show you just how much you drive me crazy,” she whispers into my ear while pulling down my jeans with her feet.
    As her body travels down, I place my hands behind my head and I watch as my dick disappears into her warm mouth.
    “That’s it baby, you got it,” I tell her as I begin to close my eyes and stroke her hair.
    Feeling her tongue ring swirl around the head of my dick, my toes starts to curl up. Before I can stop myself, moans starts to escape from my lips while nut goes down her throat like warm water.
    “Hmmmm, I love when you moan,” she says, while kissing on my Thug Life tattoo.
    “Oh, it’s on now.” I place her body into a 69 position.
    “Damn. Daddy, you ain’t had enough yet?” she asks as she is stroking my dick with her freshly done manicured nails.
    “That is just the beginning,” I tell her, before blowing into her pussy.
    “Sincere,” she cries out with satisfaction.
    Spreading her lovely lips apart, my tongue begins to explore in and around my pussy, causing her to ride my face like there is no tomorrow. Holding her ass tight, I drive into her pussy deeper while massaging her clit with my tongue.
    “Sincere, I’m finna cu—.” Juices escape from her pussy walls before she can finish screaming out her sentence.
    Lifting her body up and placing her in a doggy style position on the table, I begin to squeeze her ass cheeks together, entering her pussy slow and steady.
    “Sincere.” She yells out. “I wanna face you.”
    Slowly sliding out, she turns around to face me. Getting on top of her, I begin to slide back in and I give her another deep inch.
    “This is about to be a long night,” I whisper, into her ear before letting her feel another inch.
    “I’m down for whatever,” she informs me