Free Moth to a Flame by Ashley Antoinette Page A

with me anymore. Just quit being a baby and get it over with, she told herself. Raven knew about chicks at her high school who sucked dick, but they all were labeled hoes for doing so. What she didn’t know was that grown women gave super head to their men without hesitation. It had nothing to do with being a ho; little girls worried about trivial things like that. Grown women knew that pleasing their men every now and then kept their kings happy, allowing them to keep their positions, because what wifey won’t do, another chick will. So a grown woman covered all her bases by being a freak in the bed but a lady in the streets. The smell of sweaty balls in their faces was a small sacrifice to keep their spots on lock. Raven would have to push her little-girl mentality to the side if she was going to deal with an older dude. She took him into her mouth and instantly began to gag.
    “Relax your throat and watch your teeth,” Mizan coached patiently, teaching her how to give head as he looked down at her.
    Raven attempted again, but her body language was all wrong. The back of her throat was tense, and her teeth too close for comfort.
    “Wait a minute, ma ... hold up. You just need some confidence,” he whispered as he pulled out a small bag of cocaine. He moved quickly, laying two lines out on the coffee table in front of him. “Hit this with me,” he instructed.
    Raven shook her head. “I don’t do blow,” she whispered.
    “It’ll make you relax, ma. You’ll be hitting me off like a pro,” he whispered as he teased her nipples with his fingertips. He leaned down over the table and inhaled one of the lines, using a small straw. “See? That’s all there is to it.”
    Raven slowly got down on her knees and pulled her hair out of her face. She put her face over the cocaine as she gripped.
    “Just like that. Now sniff real hard,” he coached as he watched her take her first line. The sight of it making his manhood stand at attention.
    Raven did as she was told, and as soon as the drug entered her nose she closed her eyes tightly; a horrible stinging sensation took over.
    “Give it a minute, ma, it’s your first time,” Mizan whispered in her ear as he began to kiss her neck. The sight of her was so appealing to him. Just the fact that she was willing to experiment with blow at his request pleased him. She was moldable. Impressionable.
    Raven’s stomach began to churn and she inhaled deeply. Oh my God. What the fuck! she thought miserably, but the more the drug began to ease into her system, the better she began to feel. Her young peach was juicier than it had ever been, and small moans escaped her as Mizan continued to suck on her neck and palm her breasts.
    “Suck it for me, ma,” he said seductively. The cocaine blocked out everything and this time she did not overanalyze his request. She opened her mouth and invited him in, sucking it timidly.
    “Keep it wet and stroke it, ma ... Not too rough, and don’t use your teeth,” he said, completely in the moment as she got her groove and he closed his eyes. He began to grind slowly, and she put her hands on his firm buttocks as she pulled him into her. He repositioned himself as he lay on the couch, and pulled her back down on top of him in a 69. He opened her pussy back up, pleasuring her while she gave him head. He tickled her rectum with his wet finger while simultaneously French kissing her lips. She deep throated him, all of a sudden becoming an expert. The more pleasure he gave her, the better job she did, lowering all of her inhibitions.
    “Damn, Rae ... Suck it, ma,” he whispered. Raven’s mouth felt numb but she kept going, wanting nothing more than to please him; to prove herself to him. They both exploded and Raven stroked him until she had milked him dry, then sat up with a satisfied look on her face. He grabbed her hand and led her into the shower, where they kissed under the stream of water until it ran cold.
    When they stepped out, he