Early Morning Quickie

“Damn baby,” he says as I trace the tattoo of his name on his neck with my tongue, “It’s six already?”

“Yeah and you gotta get ready for practice,” I say, retracing the scripted letters, punctuating each with a kiss.

“Don’t start nothing you can’t finish,” He says just as I cover his lips with mine. His mouth was still open, allowing my tongue to slide easily.  Morning breath and all, I massaged his tongue with mine. Just as his hands started reached the lip of my ass, I ended the embrace and said, “No, No. Practice, remember?”

“You aint nothing but a tease,” he groans as I climb off the bed and walk into the bathroom, making sure I arch my back so my phat cakes could stick out and jiggle as I crossed the room.

“Yeah and I want a win tonight. You not gon blame me if y’all lose. Pull out a win and I might finish what I started,” taking hard step as I entered the bathroom so my naked booty would jiggle more. The only thing I hear is a long sigh as I turn the faucet on to wet my toothbrush. As I bend down to spit and rinse, he walks up behind me, his fat meat resting on the back of my left thigh.

“Baby, you gon let me walk out the house like this?” Rubbing his half-hard rod up and down my crack.

“What do you want me to do about that?” I say, slowly grinding onto his chocolate yardstick, watching the flashes of pleasure cross his face in the mirror.  He latches on to my neck and alternates between sucking and biting, delivering the pleasure and pain just how I like it.

“Papi… You know I gotta go to work and you got practice.”

“Yea but that’s not for another hour and a half, more than enough time for a quickie,” flashing me those devilish grin. I bend down again to wash the toothpaste out of my mouth and he’s smacking my ass with his dick; he doesn’t miss a beat. I turn around and kiss him, then walk across the room to the shower, standing far enough from the knob so that I would have to bend over to turn it on. I test the water with my hand and splash a little his way, signaling him to join me. He gets hint and nearly beats me getting in.

“I knew you couldn’t resist the Tickler,” the stupid name he gave to his dick. He could be so cocky at times. I liked it. My back is to him and I pretend to ignore him as I let the hot water wash over my caramel skin. He turns me around and looks at me intensely in the eyes. “Damn I love his sexy ass,” I think, as I look up at is dark brown face, stopping at his bubbalicious-pink lips, which hover above my six foot frame a good six inches.

“Come to papa,” he huffs, making me shake. I walk to the back of the shower lay my head on his massive chest. He lifts my chin and plants those thick pinks lips on mine. He traces my lips with his tongue and I part mine; he dives right in and hits the back of my throat. I love the way he kisses with such intensity. His massive hands travel down my wet back, reaching my brown round. He kneads and palms it like the basketball he probably won’t get to hold at eight; sex between us was never quick.

I moan into his mouth and break our kiss, and slowly start my descent my prize. I stop at his nipples tugging at them with my teeth. His groans indicate that I am doing it the way he likes. I take my time as I trace his eight pack abs with my tongue, continuing to tweak his pecks with fingers. Finally I reach the Ticker, which should be renamed the Thickler, its soo damn thick.

I take it in my hand stroke his snake to life. “Taste it, pa,” he says in his baritone. I lean to the left and allow shower water to hit his skin. I retake my place and look up into his eyes, placing his shiny head at my mouth, allowing the breath from my nostrils to tickle it. He thrusts his hips forward and I move my face out of reach. You think after three years he would stop doing that and just let me do my thing. I just look up at him and shake my head. The intensity of his dark eyes and his dick jumping in my hand give me my cue.

I kiss the head and lick the fat, mushroom head, taking it into my mouth and suck on it. He moans and lifts his back off the wall, and reaches for my head. I intercept his hands and intertwine our fingers, and push him back to the wall. Down the wrist-thick shaft I went, finally giving him what he wanted. “Fuck” ye howled as I ground my face into his base, his baby hairs tickling my nose. I breathe him in and slowly slide his thick dick out of my throat, to the head. I stroke his dick in my right hand as I take his heavy nuts into my mouth, rolling them around and humming. This always makes his dick start to leak precum.

Licking my way up the shaft, I find myself back at the head and start to suck him like it was the last time I would ever suck it again. I completely lose sense of time and space as I focus on bobbing up and down his rigid flesh. I knew every curve; every vein was mine, and I let him know with my mouth skills that no one could ever do it better than me. As he started to thrust, and his grunts got louder, I knew that he was close to cumming. I let his hands go and he pulled me up by my underarms like a ragdoll.

He tongues me down again before he pressed my face against the shower wall, and glides his tongue down my spine, causing me to shiver. Eye level with my ass, he smacks each cheek, stinging from the wetness and parts my mounds. He wastes no time and dives right into my hole. His unshaved beard rubbing against my cheeks and hole set my dick at attention. He steps back and blows his breath on my winking hole and kisses each cheek where he, I’m positive saw his and handprint. He was sending my spaceship into orbit and he knew it.

In between pants and moans I breathed, “Fuck me pa.”

“You want me to fuck you or make love to you?” He asks, and returns to eating me out. I was feeling nasty and said “Fuck me.”

“How you want daddy to do it, boo?” Wanting me to talk dirty to him.

“I want you to give me my meat in the worst way. Get up in your guts, pa.” He got off his knees and smacked my whole ass with one of his hands. He spreads my cheeks with his and nuzzles his face in my neck returning to that never-leaving passion/bite mark on my neck. Pain and pleasure was his method of delivery, and I always accepted it.

“I love it when you claim your dick,” he says as he sets his fat head at my entrance.

“Put it in, daddy. Fuck me senseless,” I beg.

“Oh, you can dish it but you can’t take it,” he says. I know he wants me to push back on it, but I won’t. I grab the back of his head and bite his bottom lip and kiss him again.

“Fuck me nig.”

“Say please.”

“J'ai besoin de vous maintenant,” is say in French.

“You lil’ international freak,” he says as he presses his head past my hole. Inch, by inch, he glides that ten inch, wrist thick meat deep inside me. I don’t breathe; every time feels like the first. Finally, it’s all in and he gives no time to adjust. His thrusts are so relentless that my eyes are shut so tight that can count the wrinkles on the back of my eyelids. 

“This how you wanted it, huh?” I can’t even muster the concentration to speak, so I just grunt. “Whose ass is this?”

“Yours,” I whisper.

“I can’t hear you. Speak up.”  He changes his stroke as he says this. Just when I think the feeling can’t get any better, he finds my spot. He knows it and starts drilling my hole like he’s trying to find gold.

“Ah, pa, Oh, Oh, Oh,” I coo as I my pleasure gets more and more intense. I feel my nuts get tighter and I start cumming all over the shower wall. I feel my strength leaving me as he grabs my waist and plows harder and harder. I regain composure and start to meet his thrusts halfway down and start to clamp my ass muscles on his dick. I can tell he is trying to cum so I push him on the side wall and start to throw my ass on him with great abandon.

“Get my nut outta me boi. Make me squirt.” I start throwing my ass back even harder and start grinding when I get to the base. Grunts are all I hear coming from behind me. 

“Oh shit. I’m. Finna. Bust.” He grunts and less than two strokes later, I felt his cum coating my walls. Spurt after spurt, he fills my guts with his creamy seed. Spent, I collapse onto his chest, as his softening dick still oozing cum. He pulls his dick out and kisses me deep.

“Damn, we used all the hot water.” He says with a laugh.

“Guess we’re taking cold showers,” I say, “You could’ve done that in the first place.”

We wash quickly as the water gets colder.

“Nah. You shouldn’t have started with me.” He says, snapping me with a towel as I lotion.

“Whatever,” I laugh, going into our bedroom to get dressed.  The clock read 7:35.

“See I told ya we were going to have time.”

“Whatever. Hurry up and get to practice because you’re blocking the driveway.”

“Alright bae,” he says as he kisses me and grabs his duffel bag I prepared before we went to bed. He reaches the door and turns around and says “I love you.”

“Love you to.”  I hear the garage door shut as I set the clocks back to the right time.