Free A Pimp In Pumps by Nika Michelle

It’s like you’ve been inked on my heart, permanently. It ain’t no givin’ you up, so workin’ it out is the only option. I’ll give you time, because I know you gotta build the trust back up, but I ain’t goin’ nowhere. So, it ain’t gon’ be no damn see you later. I’m tryna see all of you…tonight.” His warm, firm hand crept up my bare thigh.
                  It was so hard to defy what I was feeling, but I pushed his hand away. “No. I can’t…”
                  “You can.” He nodded anxiously as he looked at me with longing. It was like he was trying to coax me with his eyes and his gestures.
                  Damnit that shit was working.
                  His hand was moving up my thigh again ever so lightly. Oh, it felt so good.
                  I grabbed his hand. “Stop Kamal.”
                  “No…” His voice was barely a whisper as he pushed my skirt up and rested his head in my lap. “Just let me taste you baby.”
                  His warm, wet tongue was traveling up my thigh next. When it was in the crevice of my thigh, right beside my throbbing pussy, I almost opened my legs wide right there outside. Regardless of my desire to feel his mouth on me, I fought the urge.
                  “It’s not that easy Kamal.”
                  I grabbed the back of his head and tried to pry it away from his weakness. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held on to me so that I couldn’t move.
                  “Open your legs ma. Just let me taste you. I just wanna taste that sweet pussy.” His voice was muffled because he was trying his best to get to what he wanted. “Please.”
                  Instead of doing what I really wanted to do, I kept my legs closed. “Mal, get up. No.”
                  Damn, his tongue felt so good, although my panties were still in place. My shit was getting wet as hell and when he tried to pry my legs apart, I wanted to put it all up in his face.
                  “You know I’m gonna make you feel good mami. Just let me taste it. Damn…”
                  He was stronger than me, or maybe I just didn’t fight hard enough. When he pulled my panties to the side and leaned over, my breath caught in my throat. It had been so damn long and I was actually anticipating the feeling. The natural instinct to open my legs wider took over me as his hot, greedy mouth devoured what he was begging for.
                  “Ohh…shit…” I pushed him away. It took every ounce of self-control I had. “Not out here. Let’s go to the condo.”
                  Looking up at me, he smiled all big as if he’d won. “Okay. I’m gonna go get your gifts. Stay here.”
                  He walked off, but then suddenly turned on his heels and grabbed my hand.
                  “You comin’ wit’ me. It’s no way I’m lettin’ you get away.”
                  Not that I was going anywhere after feeling that shit. I wanted some more.
                 
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                  “Ahhh, shit…fuck…Mal…damn….” That nigga’s face was buried nose deep in my pussy.
                  Make up sex was always the best and we were still at the foreplay part, which was my favorite. Don’t get me wrong, I loved intercourse, but oral stimulation was that shit. I wasn’t the most experienced woman in the world, but Kamal had skills. 
                  “Mmm, baby, delicious…” He slurped my hard clit into his mouth and then swirled his warm, wet tongue around it.
                  “Ohhhh…” My back arched instinctively as his hands cupped my ass cheeks. “I’m cumin’ baby…”
                  As I came in his mouth he didn’t flinch, but simply stared into my eyes.