Underworld Entanglement

I brushed the hair out of Jam's face and looked down at her while looked up at me. The house was silent, except for our breathing the soft music from the radio and the low hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand. Oh.. and the soft rain beating up against the window pane. The only light in the room was the lamp on the nightstand.

I leaned down to kiss her soft lips as Monica and Trey Songz sang’d about what Jam and I were doing in a song called “Here I Am”.. while I fought with all my might to ignore the feeling in my gut that appeared every time Jam and I fucked.

Her soft light brown eyes were ignited with passion and guilt. I could see it, but ignored it. I felt guilty enough without Jam adding to it. If I sat back and thought about it, this shit was crazy. I was sleeping with my coke plug’s baby mama. He wasn’t just my plug, but a long-time friend. See, I grew up in the church.. and never in a million years would have thought I would do something like this, especially since they had a baby together.. but then again, I never would’ve thought, as a kid that I would be involved in a life of crime either.. (scoff) but here I was though, wrapped up in the streets and the sheets of their bed, while he was in away in a small town somewhere in Ohio. He’d went down there with all kind of goodies. Oxicotin, Xanex, Vicodin, Somars, Adderall, and God knows what else. Though I was a new-comer to the streets, I understood the business we chose well enough to know why such a move was important. James had been blessed with the opportunity to buy a large quantity of scripts at a discounted rate. Someone higher up on the food-chain had caught a federal charge and needed a lot of money fast to pay for lawyers fees. For instance, in Detroit, the normal rate of an Oxicotin script on the street level was $22-per-pill. The buyer of the script would then re-sell the script to a single person or multiple people at the mark up of $25-per-pill. However, in small towns in Ohio, Kentucky, and West Virginia a gangster could make $80-per-pill from the re-sells. What he was doing definitely made sense.

..now, what I was doing at the moment, may not have made as much sense, but it definitely felt good. I started to kiss Jam deeply now, our tongues intertwining. Her soft moans made me melt as they always did, and I moved my hands down to her large breasts, running my fingers across her nipples. They perked up into hard peaks against my touch.

James wasn’t a good guy. I kept repeating that in my head as I lowered my head down to the curve of Jam’s neck, breathing her in and leaving a kiss there. I continued traveling downward.

James wasn’t good to Jam, her and I both knew for a fact he had multiple affairs while she was pregnant with their son. When I thought about that, it made it easier to do what I was doing, to do what I had been wanting to do for so long. We had a good arrangement. We both knew it was wrong, but it felt soooo good.

She shuttered as my tongue licked her left inner thigh.. I licked as slowly and softly as possible in efforts to tease her pussy. I could feel her body radiating heat as I eased away from her inner thigh and began to kiss-lick the short auburn hair on her pussy. I moved my head back slightly and noticed her clit was fully engorged.. let me know how much I’d excited her. I smiled at my work and thought to myself the famous Larenz Tate line from the ‘Love Jones’ movie.. “I’m the blues in her left thigh, trying to become the funk in her right.”

My eyes moved upwards to watch her face twist up into an expression of unbearable pleasure. I loved how her jaw popped open, how her eyebrows frown together, tense with joy.

I slobbed her clit while I slipped two fingers inside the opening of her pussy. Her dark chocolate hot-pocket between her juicy milk chocolate thighs simply swells with excitement as she starts to rev her pussy engine like a Lamborghini or a Maserati. Her body was truly like a fancy Italian high-performance sports car.

She was so fucking wet, I struck her inside back and forth with my fingers softly.. I returned my mouth back to her clit.

Jam answered only in a cute little whimper. I enjoyed the next few minutes as she grinded her pussy against my face, her hands desperately clutching me, as she palmed my head like a basketball.

She let out a elongated moaned, and I knew she was getting close. Her fuck-faces were ugly but gorgeous.. especially when she came.. such a shuddering, dripping mess. Her quiet moans and sighs filled the room, turning me on so much that I was distracted from the feeling of guilt that was still swirling in my gut.

With a sudden swift motion, Jam was on her knees in bed, her mouth opening with anticipation of hitting me with her skull game.

She spit on the head of my dick, then slowly devoured me. I groaned while playing gently with her Remi hair weave. Her tongue ran across my dick like warm wet velvet with built-in suction cups.

She grunted in a sexy way as she throated my dick all the way to the base, before bobbing her head up and down. I watched as she gobbled my dick like snack she couldn’t wait to taste. She was really getting me together. She spit-shined me up like one of those shoe-shine boy that shined up a pair of Stetsons at a barbershop in the 1940’s. Her pouty lips sank down my dick right to the base of the shaft sooo easily. In between the kisses and sucks her soft laughter followed, low and husky. Her hands roamed over my body aroused sensual sensations I could only experience with her.

Everywhere she touched became sensitive as fuck. My nerves became raw, and they tingled with explosive pleasures. I lay back upon the bed, as my keen awareness burned with unspeakable passion. I could feel her tongue slipping around my balls and then back to my dick and then upward to just the head of my dick. Her mouth felt like a hot flaming spear. Everywhere she kissed, she awakened erotic emotions. I had got my dick sucked before, many times, but nothing like this. Her mouth wasn’t just hot, but her breath felt like a hot wind blowing on my dick.

Finally, I pulled her away from my dick. It was absolutely necessary or I would’ve exploded in her mouth and all over the sheets like a volcano if I let her continue.

I asked her to get on all fours for me, and gave her a playful smack on her big round ass as she turned around.

Jam looked back over her shoulder at me, with that mischievous expression on her face that she always had every time we met up. It drove me fucking crazy. She wiggled her ass in front of me, teasingly.

I got behind her and stroked the head of my dick against her pussy. Jam started pushing back up against it, trying to get me inside of her, but I wanted to her a little bit more. I wanted to make it last forever. Jam start off playfully, but began to throw it back with more aggression when she realized I was pulling away from her pussy.

I laughed and grabbed a huge chunk of her big ‘round caramel complected ass. With that, in one quick motion, I was inside of her. Jam let out a loud groan as she fell forward so her face was buried in the pillow. I watched her fist ball up as she clutched at the sheets.

We switched to missionary, I looked down to admire the view. Jam had a body that most men would only dream of getting the chance to fuck, and here she was, right in front of me. As I beat that pussy up, her giant titties really flop and swing like the mighty wings of an arch-angel. With skin slapping against skin, I pounded into her, watching my dick slide in and out. The wetness of her pussy left me glistening.

We switch back to doggystle and went at it like two red-nose pitbull in the alley. She looked back over her shoulder at me, her light-brown eyes wide as they stared into mine. I quickly turned my gaze back down to Jam’s booty as it jiggle with each stroke.. it was hard to look into her pretty face for very long. It was too intimate and all it did was make me feel guiltier than ever. Plus those light-browns of hers were a cinch to make me cum faster than I wanted.

When I focused on Jam’s curves and silky skin, though, all of that guilt as well as the worry of nutting before I was ready melted away. I dug my hands into her hips and began to fuck her now in slow, deep strokes. Jam began to grind up against me as I did so, which she knew would make me cum. she said roughly, looking back at me while I watching her ass press up against my body. A piece of hair fell down in front of her face like a shadow.

My fingers pressed into her skin as I thrust into her a few more times before finally –

“Ahhhh, shit!” I said, trying to keep my voice down as much as possible. Every bit of tense buildup was exploding right now, a shiver that pulsated throughout my entire body.

I had been saving up my cum for this every moment. That feeling of unleashing my load inside of Jam’s pussy, coating the inside of her, was like nothing else. I held her against me for a few moments after I came, my dick softening inside of her before I finally pulled away.

I collapsed on the bed next to her and looked over at her face. She was smiling, staring up at the ceiling. I dragged my finger along the curve of her breast.

She rolled over onto her side, smiled at me, and then pressed her body against mine. She didn’t say anything, which I was glad for.

I wrapped my arm around her and breathed in the faint smell of her Gucci perfume mixed with sweat I’d fucked out of her pours. I didn’t want to leave this foggy, dizzy moment of bliss. I wish we could stay here forever.