Free In Love with a Thug by Reginald L. Hall Page A

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    â€œYeah, I’m fine. Let me get another pull,” I demanded as I fell onto the bed with him falling right on top of me. I needed to do a double-take because for a minute I thought he was Darnell. I could smell his presence.
    â€œC’mon, J.J., you gon’ make me drop it,” he said, putting the blunt in between my lips. I took a long pull as I let the smoke sit in my mouth for a hot second before I exhaled.
    I knew that Bryant was exactly what I needed because all of a sudden the pain in my face was gone. He’d given me exactly what the doctor had ordered. He took a long pull of the blunt and placed his lips against mine as we performed the shotgun.
    I could not let his lips go. As we began kissing our tongues seemed like they had a mind of their own as they began to wrestle. I gripped him around his neck and pulled him in closer to me as he tried to drop the Dutch in the ashtray that sat on the nightstand.
    â€œDamn, Baby, you missed me that much?” he asked, continuously kissing me non-stop. I could feel his “Daddy dick” poking me through his sweats. I grabbed it and I could feel the blood rushing through the veins as he made his dick jump continuously.
    He began to kiss me on my neck and started to work his way down to my nipples. I made an exotic moan to let him know that whatever he wanted to do I was willing. He licked over my entire chest and worked his tongue down my torso. He made his way to the top of my boxers as my dick stood brick.
    â€œNow that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout,” he said erotically as he yanked the top of my underwear. He pulled my boxers down slowly licking his way through my angel hairs. My body felt limp on the bed through complete darkness. He stood up and commenced to removing his shirt. Then he went back to what he was doing. He played with the head of my dick with his tongue. I could feel my nut ejaculating prematurely as he slurped every drop.
    Then he downed me like a Popsicle on a summer’s day. His mouth grew wider and wider as he deep throated my manhood. I grabbed the back of his head and pumped my thug into his mouth. He worked my meat like a pro. After he was done servicing my dick, he began to suck on my balls. I sighed heavily as I watched the room spin in different directions. I rubbed his braids back and forth, watching him go to work.
    This is my bitch, I thought to myself as I pumped my eight inches into his brain. He then pulled back up to catch his breath. We both laughed. Oh fa’ real, I thought. This nigga didn’t know what he was getting himself into. He jumped up and stripped down completely before jumping back on the bed and climbing on top of me. He pulled my boxers the rest of the way off and tossed them onto the floor. He gripped the side of my neck with his teeth as he sucked hard, raising my legs above my head and ramming his dick into me.
    â€œAaahhhh,” I yelled from the pain. I grabbed his shoulders and held tight as he pumped harder in my ass.
    â€œDamn, this shit feels good, J,” he whispered into my ear. I let my body go onto his and relaxed as he put me to work.
    â€œC’mon, work that shit, boy,” he yelled. I started to groan louder. I could feel him banging into my spine. He pumped faster and harder. I sucked on my index finger and made it as wet as I could before I passionately entered his back door. My finger began to rise through his anus when I decided my other finger would join in. The deeper I went into him the deeper he went into me.
    â€œGo ’head, boy. Go deeper,” he said. By then my fingers were all the way in. I couldn’t go anymore.
    â€œMake a nigga nut,” he said continuously to pump harder. “What’s my name?”
    â€œBryant,” I whispered. He moved his torso faster and then in circles.
    â€œWhat’s my name?” He yearned louder. I grabbed the back of his head and held tighter. The fluids