Jaden's dick is sliding in and out of my mouth. It sort of feels like how you'd suck on a popsicle. Except bigger, thick, and doesn't go all the way in.
"Open that throat some more, mama," Jaden groans.
He texted me out of the blue tonight. After ghosting me for about a good three weeks. It was always the same, "Wyd?". Which I knew meant he wanted to fuck. And bad.
I look up at him. My knees hurt like hell. I've been in this position for about a good twenty-five minutes. But Jaden doesn't seem to be getting tired of it.
I try my best to widen my mouth like he said. His eyes are closed and he looks like he is in a world of his own. When his dick slides a little more into my mouth than before, however, he smiles. Two cute dimples flash on either side of his face. My pussy throbs looking at him.
"Good girl," He whispers.
And I can't help it. My pussy heats up more and I can feel liquid pooling out of me. I have to admit that I love giving him blowjobs. It might turn me on more than it does for him.
But I still hate him. He is my least favorite ex. But for some reason, he is the only one I still entertain his bullshit with. Others who try to hit me up for hookups, I ignore. I had a rule that once the relationship goes bad, I don't go back. Not even for casual sex. But with Jaden, it's been different.
He reaches out and puts his hands on top of my head. He strokes my coily afro, digging his fingernails until he has a good grip in my scalp. I know what is coming next. And I know I'm going to love every second of it.
Maybe it's his charming persona. The way he makes me coming over to his place in the middle of the night sound like such a turn on. Or maybe I'm just hoping that secretly doing this with him when he calls me up will magically get us back together.
He grips my head and then starts thrusting his dick into my mouth. Drool pools down the sides of my lips as if this is a waterslide. And the sound of my throat gurgling with dick makes me quiver.
We were like cat and mouse in our relationship together. We'd argue just to fucking argue. And then we'd break up and get back together the next day.
It was like we were just doing it for fun. And for the makeup sex we'd have afterwards. But then one day I broke up with him but he didn't want to get back.
Apparently, as he claimed, I have a reckless mouth. And he said he was no longer going to put up with my bullshit. Unless of course it is 12AM and I'm on my knees in front of him.
His thrusts are deep and quick. When I look up at him again I see that his eyes are open now. And he is looking down at me with concentration on his face as he thrusts into my mouth. He uses his hands to jerk my head back and forth to the pattern of his thrusting.
"Fucccckkkkk," He groans as he builds himself into a strict beat.
My pussy jerks at the sound of his pleasure and I can feel wetness running down the sides of my thighs. God. I love this so much.
I reach up with my hands. First, traveling over the sturdiness of his hairy legs. When he gets like this I know I have to hold on, because he's really about to get into it. My hands travel upward even more as he thrusts his dick back and forth into my mouth. And finally they grip his ass. My long nails aren't short enough to really dig into him. But I hold on just enough so that I don't go falling to the floor as he fucks my face.