Free Durty South Grind by L. E. Newell Page B

tongue at the roof of his mouth, he nearly went into shock.
Oh hell naw, this ho is getting a muthafucking nut, good God almighty.
Beads of sweat started rolling from his forehead to mix with hers. The intensity of her passion pushed him to the edge of getting a nut himself.
    Suddenly, the door started to vibrate on his back and he heard JJ mumbling through the door. “Oh no, he didn’t.” He heard and felt her mouth the words into his in a muffled reply. He fought like hell to control the trembling in his body as his knees started to buckle.
    She froze in the middle of a powerful grind and backed off of him. He was either tripping or swearing that he’d felt her pussy squish as it loosened its massaging magic off his dick.
Man this bitch here has either got me punked on her pussy already or this coke is really working my ass,
he thought as he eased back off the door. She reached around him to turn the knob.
    â€œYo, Spark, I need to holla at you, partner. Me and my boy Percy’s got to go handle some biz.” JJ squeezed his voice through the crack in the door.
    Damn, who the hell is Percy?
he thought when JJ’s face came into view after he opened the door.
    As if he were reading his mind, JJ spat, “He’s the nigga that I’ve been down with for a minute now. You’ll get to meet him after we make this run.” Then he looked over his shoulder at Dee. “Check this here out, redbone, I need to holla at my man before I jet.” As an afterthought, he added, “Why don’tcha school him on some of these niggas for me; I’m gonna leave him some of these rocks to handle while I go reup. Okay?”
    Sparkle looked over his shoulder, hunched his shoulders and stepped out. As they headed down the hall, he said, “Hey, man, I can handle this while you gone.”
    JJ ran a hand over his head and stared at him for a few seconds. “Yo, man, don’t let all that warm shit that red-ass bitch be throwing at ya throw you off track. She’s a master at using that ‘got-anut-off-of-feeling-you-nigga’ game to smoke up as much of your shit as she can. She good at what she do, dog; I mean real good at what she do, dog.” He rubbed his crotch, thinking about her skills.
    Sparkle replied quickly, “Yo, JJ, gon’ do what you got to do. I ain’t been away from the bricks that long, soldier.”
    JJ smirked. “Yeah, sure you right; just feed her greedy ass a little at a time…” Before he could finish, they heard a car horn blaring. JJ pinched his nose and handed Sparkle the pouch of what was left of the rocks. “Hey, dog, that there be my nigga. I’ll holla atcha in a few.” He headed out the door.
    The door had barely shut when he felt Dee wrapping her arms around his waist and pushing her hot pelvis against his ass.
    He looked back at her. “Damn, girl, you don’t be wasting no time, do you?”
    She smiled into his ear. “Shit, nigga, you felt how horny you got my freaky ass. Let’s go finish getting those nuts of yours out of the sand.” She clutched his hand and started down the hall.
    His dick surged as he admired her ass swaying seductively infront of him toward the side bedroom. As soon as the door closed, she wrapped her arms around his head and pushed her tongue down his throat. She started where she had left off and cocked her leg up to rest her hot pussy directly on his dick. The drooling started from the first hump and he felt it oozing down his thigh. She must’ve felt the slipperiness as she moaned, “Godayum, baby boy, that phat dick is about to go off, ain’t it?”
    She didn’t wait for a reply and dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly, pulling his throbbing meat out.
    His full nine inches jerked around like crazy, as she moved her syrupy tongue around trying to capture it. When she did, she gripped it hard around her lips and started swirling her tongue like a