Right back.
“Hey, Cliff!”
Her deep wine stained lips catch his attention, before his eyes travel to her attire, making him lick his own.
Who knew blue and cheetah print went together. She honestly could pull off anything, and he never shied from telling her such.
“Always a pleasure, gorgeous.” He flirts, pulling her in for a hug as she inhales his heavenly scent like always. He thought it was cute.
“I missed you!”
“They always do,” he jokes, wincing at the slap she delivers to his arm.
“I'm joking,” he laughs. “I missed you too, girl.”
“Yeah, tryna play me like one of ya lil groupies,” she rolls her eyes.
“Never that. You know you was always my favorite.”
“Your favorite, what?” She raises a brow, waiting on his slick ass to answer.
He chuckles, his pink tongue chasing his toothpick around his mouth as he watches her grow a tad more impatient.
“My favorite lil boo,”
“Damn, how many you got?” She asks, not missing a beat.
He laughs again, earning another slap to the arm.
“Well shit, after you ran off on me,” he holds his heart, making her sigh, “I found somebody else to roll with for a bit, but it ain't last.” He shrugs.
“Aw, she was boring, huh?” She smirks.
“Ah, she was cool. Pretty, too. She was no you, tell ya that,” he winks.
“Nobody's me, Cliff.”
“That's what I missed, girl.”
“Mmhm… you really be telling people I ran off on you??” She asks, not forgetting what he had said.
“Nah, my people know it was mutual,” he assures, “I just wanted my moment.”
“I knew you had a little bit of sense,” she smiles, shaking her head.
“Ha ha. Anyway smart mouth, who got you out the house?”
“I like parties, sometimes! The host and I share a mutual friend and she passed along the invite. Plus who wouldn't wanna use an excuse to show some skin?”
“Mmhm, I told you, you looked good right?”
“Soon as you saw me,” she smirks. “But say it again.”
He chuckles, grabbing her hand to kiss it.
“You look better than Janet Jackson, girl.”
“Ooh, not Janet!” She giggles, swatting him as soon as he releases her hand.
“Shit, I'm serious. Tryna give me a heart attack and shit.”
“Mmhm, come make me a drink and maybe I won't cut you.”
A couple hours into her being in his presence and she was already in trouble.
If it was possible, he's even more fine! And whatever he had on, she was ready to lick it off.
Maybe she was ovulating or something, but she was ready to pounce on him.
“You make this outfit?” He asks, snapping her out of her daze.
“Of course, these boutiques don't have my taste!”
“Mm, and tasty you are.” He smirks, placing his blunt back between his lips.
“Don't start nothing, Cliff,” she laughs, crossing one leg over the other.
“Nothing I can't finish.” He responds, passing her the blunt.
“Well whatchu tryna do?”
He looks her up and down, before darkly chuckling.
“You.”
“Don't.. stop.. fuckin… me, babyyyy!”
Bent over the side of the couch with her skirt up and panties missing, she buries her face into the pillows below her as Cliff fucks her with the most deliciously bruising force.
“Mmf, I missed the fuck outta you, girl,” he grits out, smacking her ass a few times, smirking at his hand print on her brown skin.
“Fucckkk!”
“You missed me too, baby?” He asks, grabbing her neck from behind.
“Ye– yes!” She squeaks out, reaching back to grip his thigh, melting as he grinds into her.
Bending her arm to her back, he thrusts upward, finding what he calls the sweet spot.
Her muffled moans kick into high gear as her arch falters, making him taunt and coo at her.
“Right here, baby? Daddy hittin’ that sweet spot?”
Turning her head to the side to breathe, she whines and weakly nods as he moves his hand to her back, reinforcing her arch, precisely hitting her spot.
“Yes, right there… fuck, that feels s-so good!” She squeals, squeezing her eyes shut at the sensation overload.
“So good,” he moans back, speeding up and knocking the air from her lungs again, making her see stars a little earlier than she planned.
“B-baby, I'm c-cumming!”
“I got you baby, let it out,” he groans, almost following suit as she grips him tight, throbbing something vicious.
“Fffffuckkk,” she moans, squeezing her thighs together as he continues to dip into her sticky center.
“Keep that ass just like that,” his hips moving quicker, damn near making her eyes cross as she continues holding on for dear life with her free arm.
She wasn't even sure how she ended up folded up on his couch.
He just looked so good, yapping about how much he missed her. Couldn't get her and her sweet pussy outta his head.
Next thing you know, she was thanking god that he lived in a house and not an apartment, cause no way they would have went without a noise complaint.
“Who you fuck when I was gone?” He asks, swatting her ass.
“He wasn't you,” she whines.
“Mm,” he pulls her up from the cushion, while still stroking her, “he wasn't, huh?”
Her fingers are now curled around the pillows, as she fervently shakes her head. His hands grip her waist tightly, keeping her in place.
“He couldn't fuck me like you do,”
“Mmm,” he growls right into her ear, making her eyes flutter shut. “He don't get up in them guts like me?”
“Deeper, baby, deeeper,” she moans as he bottoms out and sits there, driving her crazy.
“Where's it at?”
“In my chest,” she breathlessly laughs, making him do the same before moving his hips again.
“Oh, that's my spot,” she moans, biting into her lip as his hand finds her neck, bending her backwards a bit.
“Couldn't find them spots either, hm?” He teases, listening to the way her slick sounds against the slapping of his dick.
“N-noo, fuck! Oh my goodness, that's so good!”
“So good, you gon cum for me, baby?”
“Yess, don't stop!”
How many times did he make you cum?”
“Onnnce,” she ends on a hiss, eyelids too heavy to hold up anymore as the pleasure begins rushing up her toes.
“What a shame.” He says, smirking like she can see him.
Pounding into her a bit harder, she reaches back to grip his thigh, cursing up a storm as she wets up his lap.
Moving his other hand from her hip to her hair, he continues on, making her stomach knot back up.
“Ohmygo–fuck, fuckkk,”
“Cummin’, again?”
“Yes!”
“Wet that shit up,” he commands, smacking her ass again.
She'd lost count of how many times he made her cum, barely able to formulate a coherent thought at this point.
He had a point to prove and was past the point of driving it home. This was torture.
“C-can't take it!”
“Why not?”
“T-tooo much!”
“Too deep?” He taunts, dipping into her shallowly.
She whines at the difference, pushing back on him.
“Nooo!”
“Mhm, come on,” he moves her to straddle him, spreading his arms out on the back of the sofa, while she roams her hands up and down his massive chest.
He let her do her thing as she rocks her hips, sliding up and down with ease, due to how wet he had her.
She watched as his head fell back, his favorite curse word falling from his lips like a chant every time she came down, squeezing him on the way back up.
“Fuuuuck, sweet ass pussy…”
“You missed it, daddy?”
“Mmf,” his heavy hand comes down on her ass, “more than anything, baby.”
Turning her up, she begins bouncing, smirking at his tightening grip on her ass. The squelch of her juices echoes off the wall, along with his grunts.
Next thing she knew, she was holding onto his broad shoulders as he fucked her while standing up, rutting her up and down on his dick.
Her head lolls about like it's independent from her neck, her nails dig into his back as he rocks her absolute world.
“Fuck! Can't st-stop cumming!”
“Good,” he grunts, “don't you fucking stop,”
Their skin slaps roughly as he lifts her with ease, splitting her so deep and delicious, making her holler like she lacks all sense.
Her thighs are tightly wrapped around him, ankles loose and twisting at the intense pleasure rushing through her veins.
Her screams and howls of pleasure gradually fade into hoarseness, as he carts her off to his bed, where she's laid on her back, gagging as he fucks her face.
Heavy hands braced on her throat, he stares down at her teary eyes and winks.
“Can't forget that sweet mouth,” he groans, squeezing his knuckles against her skin.
She purrs back at him, slinking her hand between her legs, rubbing at her soaked slit.
“Look atcha,” he chuckles, smacking her ass, “rub that pussy while I bust all in this throat.”
Her fingers found a sinful rhythm, while he rutted away, digging his free hand into the sheets as he released.
“Mmmmm,” she moans at his taste, stroking him with her free hand, her tongue still swirling around his sensitive tip as her fingers slip through her slimy folds.
“Fuck, baby… shit,” he jerks, smacking her hand away as he steps back, shaking his head at her.
She flips over on her stomach, staring up at him. Still hungry for more.
"Definitely ain't done with that ass," he says with a laugh.
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