"I'm fuckin DONE with these niggas", Bianca tweeted. Furious with the bullshit she had been getting from the men she had been trying to talk to, she threw her phone on the couch and headed for the shower throwing her clothes off all the way there. While bathing, she thinks she hears a knock on the door, but she isn't expecting anyone, so she just assumes its for one of her neighbors. A minute or so later she hears it again. She quickly rinses off and wraps herself in a towel and heads to her door, just to double check. She looks out the peephole, "HOLY FUCK!".
Jason is at the door. The fuck nigga that caused the tweet. Ya see, they have been talking off and on for the last year. He was the first guy she got romantic with upon moving to LA. But nothing has come from it. She liked him a lot. And the dick was uhhhhh-mayyyy-zing! But she was tired of his shit!
Opening the door slightly, she just stares at him. "You just gonna stand there, or are going to let me in?" he says, with that sexy ass look. "Why should I? You have been ignoring me for over a week, and then you just show up? I haven't seen ya ass in a month" she responds. "I know baby, and I'm sorry, lemme come in and explain." And then he flashes that million dollar smile, that she just cannot resist.
"Fine!" she says as she opens the door, trying really hard to seem pissed off. He looks at her, sees her body dripping wet, and can smell the sweet vanilla and coconut of her soap. Her towel is barely covering her round, voluptuous ass. "Well, what is your bullshit ass excuse this time Jason?" she asks as she sits on the couch. "Baby I'm sorry. I've missed you. After my brother died, I've just been sticking to myself. It has been really hard, And it is just easier to not talk to anyone. Everyone that I see be giving me that stupid ass 'aww he lost his brother look' and I hate it. I didn't want to see it on your face, so I've been staying away. But I'm sorry. I miss you." He says, and the way he looks, Bianca just swears he is about to cry. "After what? Your brother died, I thought he was just in the hospital! Why didn't you tell me? I want to be here for you, I can't if you don't talk to me." she exclaims. "I know, I know you do. I just, I don't know---". She cuts him off, "Jason the only way we can grow is if you talk to me. The only way you will get comfortable enough with me to talk to me when things are bad is if we spend time together and really get to know each other. It has been a year, and we are nowhere near where we could be. Nowhere near where I want us to be." She moves over to sit by him, He wraps his arm around her. She leans in and their lips meet. Their tongues slide against each other. As if they are getting reacquainted. Her hand is twisted in his locs, and his hand is sliding beneath the towel so he can grip her ass. "Mhmm" she moans.
"I can do better," he says in between kisses. "Just gimme a second chance". She knew the minute that she opened the door that she was going to give in, and now that he has explained himself, and she understands that he has really been going through something, how can she not forgive him?
She climbs on his lap, and lets her towel fall. She moves her kisses to his neck and begins to fumble with the zipper on his jeans. He puts his hands under her ass and grips her as he stands up. Kissing her all the way as he carries her to the bedroom. He lays her on the bed. Staring at her, as he removes his clothes. "Damn, she is beautiful" he thinks. He pulls her to the edge of the bed, and plants kisses from her foot all the way to the crevice between her thighs. "I want us to get to wherever the future can take us," he says in between kisses. Flicking his tongue across her clit, she cannot even think of a response. She is dripping wet. She hasn't been pleased by someone other than her own hands, in almost five weeks, and his tongue is feeling lovely. As his tongue laps up her juices, he slowly slides a finger inside of her. "Ahhh!" she moans. He adds another finger. As his finger penetrates her, his tongue continues its attack on her clit. "Cum for me baby," he grunts as he strokes his rock hard dick with his other hand. "Ahhhhh!" she lets out, as she cums.
As soon as she releases and he feels her muscles loosen up around his fingers he slides them out. Swiftly sliding a condom on he climbs on top of her. He kisses her, and she can taste her sweet juices on his tongue. As the kiss gets deeper, he slides in her, She gasps as her body opens up for him. He is giving slow deep strokes, making sure she feels every inch of him. "Mhmm" she moans. Lifting her leg to his shoulder to get a better angle, he digs in. He speeds up the stroke. Hitting her spot her orgasm begins. Her pussy tightens. He strokes faster. Using his hands to grip her ass, he pulls her into him. She is moaning so loud. She loves it when he grabs her ass, and he is hitting her spot. She explodes. "Gimme another one baby" he moans. Without stopping the stroke, he flips her on her stomach. Gripping her ass he begins to pound into her. All you hear is the moistness of her pussy and the smacking of her ass as it claps. Her moans have grown increasingly loud. She begins to back into him. She matches every stroke. Each time he throws it forward, she throws it back. He is speeding up, his orgasm is near, "c'mon baby, gimme another one before I explode" he urges. Deeper, and deeper. Harder, and harder. "Ahhh! Jasonnnnn!" she screams as she explodes around his dick, and not more than a second later he explodes too.
He slowly pulls himself out of her and heads to dispose of the condom. Laying in sexual bliss Bianca cannot move. As he returns, she just stares at him, "Would you mind if I stayed?" he asks. Trying to contain her excitement, she sits up, "you mean the night?" He has never stayed the night, he may have slept in her bed for like an hour after sex, maybe even two, but he always leaves. They have never woken up together. "Yea," he smirks, "the night. I just want to hold you. And wake up to you. I told you, I want to try. I want to be better. You certainly deserve it, and I want to be the one to give it to you, and I don't mean just sexually." he chuckles. "Of course you can stay!" she exclaims as she leaps up and kisses him. Her hand wraps around his neck and she pushes her body against his. "Baby, unless you wanna go again, you better quit" he chuckles. With one last kiss, she grabs his hand and leads him to the bed. They lay down and get under the covers. She turns on the TV and turns off the light.
With his arm wrapped tightly around her waist and her body fitted tightly against his, she feels as if she is in the safest place in the world. "Baby," she says. He is knocked out, but with her back to him, she cannot see that. "Baby, you sleep?" she asks again. "I will love you, if you let me" she whispers, and closes her eyes.
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