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uzumaki-rebellion · 2 months ago

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Spinning the Block Part 4

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Officer Jessica "Jess" Sims

Warning(s): 18+ Explicit Sexual Content.

Summary: Jess takes Terry to The Pit to find Zeb.

Word count: 6.2K

"Give him cornbread

Whatchu gonna give him?

I wanna know"

Beau Jocque And The Zydeco Hi-Rollers – "Give Him Cornbread"

The heat of the club blasted Terry's face the moment he stepped inside.

A muggy dampness clung to his skin that made the air outside seem like the draft of a closing refrigerator door. He paid twenty in cash for entry, and took in the fast music, fast dancing, and fast service of drinks and spicy Cajun chicken wings. His head automatically started bobbing to the sounds of the accordion and the foot stomping. French Creole peppered his ears with the call and response between the band and the audience.

"There are some seats over there," Jess said.

He led her through a dense crowd that watched the clogged dance floor and noticed right away the stares coming from other men and a lot of women. Jess gripped his hand tight. The topknot she had on her head fell into disarray around her shoulders, making her look so much different under the lights…softer. Almost ethereal.

A couple took the seats they were after, and Terry placed Jess in front of him at the edge of the dance floor. He had to press into her because the place was overly stuffed with wall to wall people hoping to find a bit of real estate to move their hips. The midnight hour had passed and the real partying had begun. He lowered his lips to her ears.

"Keep your eyes open."

She nodded and scanned the room, searching for Zeb. The people surrounding them rocked their bodies in time to the uptempo music and he shook his hips, too. It had been a minute since he took time to party, and zydeco was in his blood. The Pit had the perfect down-home ambiance and décor that shouted locals-only. It touted itself as a club, but it looked like an old run-down restaurant that expanded into one. He could see where they added the expansion to create more space for the bandstand and dance floor in the ceiling's demarcation line between the gray and beige walls.

Jess swayed and shimmied her shoulders. Her backside bumped against his crotch. Her tight denim couldn't keep him from feeling the plushness of her ass, and once she started winding her hips, he stifled a groan and the urge to thrust into her to match the rhythm. He chastised himself. The old party scoundrel revved up in his bones, but he had a mission to complete first. They were there to find Zeb. He stepped closer to Jess, preventing her from moving. If she kept giving him all that friction, eventually, his dick would start poking on her. It was bad enough that he could look down over her shoulder and get a full view of her breasts propped up high like big ole country biscuits. His large hand could probably fit all in her cleavage comfortably. He tried to push libidinous thoughts from his head, but Jess tested his slippery restraint. Her hair fell to her waist like a silky swathe of nighttime sky and he fought to keep his hands from touching it to see how it felt against his fingertips.

She tapped his chest, and he lowered his head next to her lips.

"He's on the dance floor…wearing the blue baseball cap with the alligator on it. With the woman in the red blouse."

Terry clocked them both.

"Let's dance," he said.

He clasped Jess's hand. They passed through the crowd again.

"Hey…Jesss."

A big dude with a broad chest, wide smile, and clean-cut appearance approached her. He glanced at Terry, and the grin on his face slipped away.

"Hi Zion, excuse me for a minute," Jess said with haste.

Zion glared at Terry, but then Jess tossed back her hair and the man looked smitten again.

"You can just follow my lead," she said.

Terry ignored her words and held her hands like the experienced dancer he was. He started cutting up right away and that dimple in Jess's cheek popped out.

"Never mind," she said.

Her expression made him laugh. She definitely wasn't expecting him to be good. Her body followed his lead the way it was supposed to, and he swung her out a few times, pulling her in close. The position of his dick rested against her stomach and she acted like she couldn't feel the weight or heat of it so near. He knew for sure that if she were topless and took her bra off, her breasts would drop to where his dick would be if it were erect and ready for her. His mind drifted off, imagining her standing there rubbing her big tits all around his dick with her hair lightly brushing against his skin.

Fuck.

His dick jumped, and the first pooling of blood thickened him slightly. He played it off by spinning her around and working his feet in a box step to keep from bumping bellies again.

Damn. She kept distracting him. Keep it together.

Terry locked his focus on Zeb and his partner. The music segued into another number. Zeb left the dance floor, and Terry followed with Jess on his heels. He overtook the man and pretended to know him.

"Aye partna, long time no see," Terry said, all friendly.

Zeb looked at his shades, trying to figure out who he was. Jess patted his elbow.

"Follow us outside," Jess said.

Zeb balked and took two steps back from them like they had the cooties. Terry pulled off his shades.

"You know who I am, right?"

"I said a private place, Jess," Zeb hissed.

"Follow us to my car," she said.

Jess headed toward the exit. Zeb didn't move. Terry yanked out his wallet and kept his voice calm.

"Lemme pay you that money I owe you."

The word "money" lit Zeb's eyes up. He checked to see if anyone watched their interaction. Folks were busy slow dragging, drinking, and chasing tail.

"Yeah…c'mon," Zeb said.

They walked out together. Terry headed for the Durango.

Jess handed him her car keys. She opened the back passenger door for Zeb and patted her purse. The man climbed in without hesitation. Terry jumped into the driver's seat and adjusted it. From the outside of the SUV, it only looked like Terry and Jess were in the vehicle. Slipping his fingers in his wallet, Terry pulled out five hundred dollars in fifty-dollar bills. He handed it to Zeb.

"I want ten thousand," Zeb said.

"This is all the cash I have right now, but getting more is not a problem. I can pay you ten thousand."

Zeb's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. Once he knew his asking price wouldn't be haggled over, he relaxed his shoulders.

"I don't want to talk about it here. Too many eyes who may recognize him," Zeb said.

"No one can see you here," Terry said.

"Can I trust you to pay? What if I tell you what I know and you fuck me over?"

"I have plenty of money. Trust me."

"Zeb, you can have my word that he'll pay," Jess said. "Terry is the type to do what he says he's gonna do."

Terry glanced at her. She kept her eyes on Zeb.

"I'ma need more than five hundred in my hand."

"How do we know you're telling the truth? You could be lying to us," Jess said.

"I told you I ain't runnin' no con, not with the shit I know. I need that ten thousand to get up outta here. Your cousin was just the tip of the iceberg of the foul shit goin' on in that prison."

"Tell him about the weapon," she said.

Zeb stayed silent. He seemed to wrestle with what to do.

"We ain't got all night, Zeb. I got the man in front of you. Talk," Jess grumbled.

"I know where the weapon is that killed your cousin. It was a shiv made from prison fencing. The killer gave it to me to dispose of. I hid it instead."

Terry ground his teeth together, and his jaw tightened. Jess looked at him with concern. Zeb leaned forward.

"It wasn't a prisoner who did it," Zeb said.

Terry exhaled, and Jess gripped the shoulder of the passenger seat.

"What are you saying, Zeb?" she whispered.

"A guard stabbed him. It was a set-up. Word came down, and I was told to take the shiv after it was used. But the guard cut his own hand by accident. He had to cover himself by pretending he was saving Mike and applied pressure to the wound. But he let him bleed out first. His blood is on the shiv with Mike's, and I'm pretty sure his fingerprints are on it too, because he only used a tiny piece of rubber glove to make a handle. It must've slipped, and he lost the grip, cutting his palm. DNA is on that shit. I wrapped it up in plastic —"

Terry lunged forward and grabbed Zeb by the throat.

"Terry! Stop! Stop choking him…he didn't kill Mike!"

Jess grabbed on his arm.

"Terry, please! If you hurt him, you won't get what you want!" Jess begged.

Her shrill voice stopped him. He released Zeb.

"Easy…everybody just… stay easy," Jess said.

Zeb gasped and rubbed his throat. He sat back in his seat with wary eyes on Terry.

"They threatened my family, bruh. My mother…my brother. I didn't help kill your cousin. They told me to dispose of the weapon or risk losing my parole and my family. But I had to keep it for insurance or else they'd pin it all on me!"

"Where is it?" Terry said.

Zeb shook his head.

"Nah, I need my money first. I'll tell you the name of the guard and where the shiv is. If you can't get all cash, I'll take a cashier's check for half of it. Make it out to Zebediah Chapman."

Terry pondered the honesty of the man.

"If you're lying, I'll come for your family myself."

"I'm a dead man if I don't leave this place soon. The longer I stay, the more danger they'll be in, too. I don't trust anybody in this town. I took a chance on Jess because she saved you."

Jess tapped her nails on the seat. She lined her gaze with him. He almost got lost in her sultry eyes.

"Tomorrow is the big cookout over at Landrieu Park. You could give him the money there. Lots of different people will be there from the church. It'll be safe and we'll all blend in. There's a basketball court… Terry could put the money in a gym bag for you Zeb, and it'll look natural. Y'all can talk in my car and make the transaction in the parking lot," she said.

Zeb nodded.

"That'll work. It's close to my mama's house. What time?"

"Better to do it early. It starts at three. Let's say two o'clock," she said.

Zeb jumped out and headed away from them with his hat pulled down lower.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I believe him. He's scared out of his mind and isn't interested in trying to rob me, even though he knows I won a settlement. This is the first big break in this case after two years. Thank you, Jess."

"He found me. It wasn't like I was actively trying to solve anything."

"You came to me right away. That's good enough."

Terry leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes, grateful for any hope of getting justice for Mike and his aunt. He bit his bottom lip and a wet trail of tears rolled down his cheeks. He wiped his face.

"I need a drink," he said.

He climbed out and wiped his eyes again.

A lead. The possibility of concrete proof. The Edgewater Correctional Facility was a private prison doing all it could to fight his aunt Rosa for the death of Mike. If Terry had the weapon to turn over to Rosa's lawyer, it would be a bombshell case he could slam dunk.

The tension he carried in his neck and shoulders for two years loosened a smidgeon. Jess walked in front of him to the entrance, and he placed a gentle hand on her lower back as he bent to open the door for her. Over at the crowded bar, patrons made space for them. Jess leaned over and whispered something in Creole to the bartender, a plump man with cherub cheeks and a buck-toothed grin.

"Gotcha, Jess," the bartender said, turning to fetch a bottle from the top shelf.

He placed two shot glasses in front of them, and a liquid resembling molten gold filled them.

"What's this?" Terry asked.

"The best thing we have in the house," the bartender said.

Jess lifted her shot glass and held it in front of him. He picked up his.

"May tomorrow go well for you," Jess said.

They clinked glasses and tossed back the first round.

"Goddamn!" he shouted.

Jess giggled as he pounded his chest, feeling the fire go down.

"One mo' for the floor?" the bartender asked, tilting the bottle his way.

"Oui," Terry said.

"Tu parles créole?"

"Un petit peu. Ça fait un moment," Terry replied, tilting his hand back and forth indicating how little he spoke in awhile since being away from home.

"Vous le comprendrez très bien ici."

"You really think I'll understand good here?"

"We conversatin' well, and you got Jess with ya. She can help you pick up what ya don't remember."

"Stop volunteering me to be a translator, Andre. He understood every word you said with no problem."

Andre poured her fresh whiskey to the lip of the glass and did the same for Terry.

"Hurry up and drink. The music is extra spicy right now," Andre said.

Terry and Jess didn't bother to tap glasses the second time. The whiskey bloomed a sun in his chest, and lightness permeated his limbs. A forward momentum appeared in his life once more, banishing the stagnant cement block that felt like it was stuck in his spirit and would drag him down into a lonely abyss.

He rose from his stool and reached back for Jess's hand. She held it and he glanced at her fine ass, acutely aware that her admirers were throwing daggers at him with their stares cutting his way. A glassy shine of beautiful brown eyes peered back at him from her. On the dance floor, he pulled her in close to make sure she was real because the liquor had him floating already. The zydeco sound this time was funky and drum-heavy. The lead singer's voice had a rhythm and blues drawl to it.

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He slipped his right leg partially between Jess's thighs and they swayed together. She held onto his upper back and he squeezed her waist, enjoying the perfect fit. The sight of a tall, strapping man and a short round woman throwing down forced others to give them room. The liquor heightened the experience heavily because they stepped in tandem, touching each other with an intimate familiarity. Each time they separated to do their own syncopated moves, the crowd urged them to cut up some more.

"Get it, Jess!" Andre called out.

A few women shouted her name, letting him know she was well known there. Jess shook them wide hips and her titties bounced. He matched her energy. Her eyes lined with his and he knew she was feeling him. Big time. They danced together with one hand connected, and he snapped them in time to the beat, watching Jess turn and drop her hands to her knees, throwing that ass against his crotch in time to the music. When she spun back up to face him again, he dropped his knees low and playfully snapped his fingers toward her body, letting the crowd see how sexy she moved for him. It stirred up a little competition on the floor and the lead singer started talking to the dancers, egging them on by describing how quick they moved.

They both spun away from each other and danced separately. Jess had her eyes closed and threw her hands up in the air like she was doing a praise break in church, letting her long hair swing on her back. Winding her waist up, she looked angelic and sinful at the same time. Sweat poured out of them, but they kept moving until he snagged her hand again. He twirled her out and pulled her back fast, sliding his thigh between her big legs again.

They danced the night away while sipping liquor between songs.

"Where you get him from, girl?"

A skinny woman with a pock-marked face and friendly grin stared at Terry, and Jess gave a toothy smile, not bothering to answer. They were in synch and danced as if they both had to exorcise some demons through rocking hips and ass shaking. Her face glistened with perspiration like his, and she looked even more beautiful. Her hair puffed up, losing its length as it curled at the root. She shuffled feet with skill like no other, and he wondered why he never ran into her over in the Greenwood clubs he partied at in his youth. He'd messed around with plenty of Shelby Springs girls before he joined the marines. Had Jess walked around his neck of the woods, he would've been on her in a heartbeat.

"Secoue-le!" he shouted.

She grinned and shook her body like he told her to.

"Donne-moi plus!" he added. Give him more.

"Tu en as assez," she teased.

"You sure I have enough?" he said.

"Oui. You do."

She rolled her eyes at him and clutched his shoulder. A boldness surged through him. Terry stopped dancing in the middle of the floor and cradled her face. Her eyes widened, and she touched his waist. She had to have sensed his palpable attraction to her. It sat around him like a heavy shroud of fog ready to engulf her. Jess's eyes stayed connected to his like she was trapped by his allure. She made it so damn hard to remain a gentleman.

He kissed her.

His lips smothered hers and she tilted her head back, accepting the offering of intimacy. She opened her mouth, and he slipped his tongue inside, tasting the strong whiskey they shared all night. The kiss didn't last long, but the satisfaction of going for what he wanted was enough. If nothing else ever happened between them, he was pleased to have finally sampled those delectable lips. He pulled back and her eyes were still closed. The corners of her lips crooked up into a smile, and that dimple appeared.

"Let's go have another drink," he suggested.

She nodded, but before they reached the bar, another man slipped his arm around her waist and led her back to the floor.

"You owe me a dance, remember?" the man said.

"This is Zion," Jess said.

"W'sup? I'm Terrell," Terry said, using his full name.

"Oh, yeah? Well, I'm 'bout to steal her for a minute…you mind?"

His tone tested Terry to say different. Jess didn't appear to take the guy serious, but she averted Terry's direct gaze. She had to ride home with him regardless of what Zion may have been hoping to get into with her. Let him have his little dance.

"Nah partna, I need a rest."

"Be right back, okay?" she said.

"I'm going to the restroom. Have fun," he said.

She walked with Zion back to the dance floor. He meandered around until he found the men's room and voided his bladder at a smelly urinal with half a pink urinal cake. Afterward, he bought himself bottled water. His buzz ended an hour ago when he cut himself off in order to drive sober, because Jess stayed tipsy. He didn't know her tolerance level, or where she lived, and figured he'd drive her home, or take her back to his motel and book a room for her.

He'd need to get to the bank by twelve noon, and luckily there was a branch of the one he used off the highway exit near the motel. Rosa's lawyer would be in his office on Monday, so whatever Zeb gave him, he'd pass on to the law office instead of the authorities first.

Terry took a seat at a small table and surveyed the crowd. Two white women sauntered near him, flirting with a few men. The club was entirely Black and the women stood out like fetish thrill seekers by the way they interacted. A BBC prowl is what it looked like to him. Several patrons with pinched faces and eye rolls made it very clear that the two interlopers were not welcome because of their sketchy behavior. The ladies didn't care, strutting around like they were the shit. Up close they looked older, forty-ish by his estimate, their faces carved with severe lines and sharp angles, but their clothing tried to appear youthful. One of them with a beauty mark above her lip stared at him in the half-light as she approached.

"You have such beautiful eyes," she slurred.

He nodded with a polite smile and looked past her, searching for signs of Jess and Zion. The music had him bouncing in his seat and he caught sight of Jess eventually. She gave Zion two songs before she left the other man's side. Zion watched her walk away as Terry waved her over to him.

No more seats were available at the table, but Terry pulled her onto his lap side saddle. Jess acted shy but he held onto her waist with both arms, in the front and back. He enjoyed how his arm rested on the puffy part of her belly like a cushion made for him. What he wouldn't give to rest his head there while she rubbed on his scalp. He stayed respectable with her like that, not tempted at all to rub on her booty. Zion stared at them from a distance.

"Whenever you're ready to go," he said.

"I'm not good to drive," she whispered in his ear.

"I'll get you a room at the motel," he said.

She nodded.

They listened to the music, but he delighted in holding her. Her backside sank into his thighs and she draped an arm around his shoulder and neck.

"I had fun with you tonight," he said.

"I haven't been out like this in a long time. You helped remind me of what I've been missing…fun."

He checked his cell and decided they should head back. Jess stumbled a little as they headed out. He held her arm to keep her steady. As they approached the Durango, he noticed the white woman who spoke to him inside the club, fucking a hard-faced man with locs in the driver's seat of a white Honda. The window stood cracked open, and they were loud. Jess looked at them for a second and ignored them as she handed him her keys.

Climbing in next to him, Jess buckled up and sighed.

"That's all they come here for. We call 'em marshmallow hoes, cuz they always sniff around for hot chocolate."

"She told me I had beautiful eyes."

"She wanted some dick."

He grinned. Jess stared at his face.

"You do have beautiful eyes."

"So do you," he said.

"Stop flirting with me."

He laughed, and she reached under her seat and pulled out her purse.

"I drank way too much."

She took out her cell and texted a message to someone.

Terry drove them onto the highway, and they listened to a gospel CD.

"My grandfather's music," she said.

She reached to turn it off.

"Let it play," he said.

"He likes listening to it when I take him around to do his errands. I live with him."

"It's cool that you still have a grandfather around. Both of mine died when I was in junior high."

"He's been a widow for ten years now. My grandma had breast cancer. He took care of her to the very end. Retired early from his job to look after her when she first got diagnosed. We thought she beat it, but it came back. I told myself I would take care of him the way he did for her. They were so cute together."

She stared out of the window and then rolled it down, making waves with her hand in the warm air stream.

"He's my best friend," she said. "My family and friends used to make fun of me, always wanting to be around my granddaddy when I was little, but he's always been my favorite person in the whole world."

"Mike was like that for me. He was more like my brother than a cousin. Wherever he was, that's where I would be, and vice versa."

"Pull over…"

"What?"

"Quick, pull over!"

Terry drove the car to the side of the two-lane highway and Jess jumped out, retching violently into the dirt. A bunch of liquid spewed from her and she heaved several times until she stopped and wiped her lips.

"Sorry…sorry…" she said.

"No problem. You feel better?"

She wiped her hair back and inhaled the summer air.

"I'm good…I'm good…I'm—"

Vomit flew out again, and she fell over into the dirt from the unexpected force.

Terry put the SUV in park and hopped out to assist her. He lifted her to her feet and rubbed her back. The strands of her hair were soft satin.

"This is so embarrassing," she lamented.

"We all over-do it sometimes."

He helped her back into the SUV and chuckled under his breath.

"At least you didn't get any on your clothes," he said.

The parking lot at the motel was full of cars.

"The hell," he said.

He had to park her car in front of the manager's office. A No Vacancy sign blinked in bright neon blue.

"Be right back.'

The night manager smiled at him as he walked inside.

"Are there no more rooms available? I was here a few hours ago, and the lot was nearly empty."

"A lot of people showed up last minute for the Crawfish Festival this weekend. All booked up."

"Do you have a rollaway bed I can rent for my room?"

"We're all out, unfortunately. Rented the last one two hours ago."

"Okay, thanks."

He stepped back in the car.

"Looks like you'll be bunking with me. No extra rooms available. Crawfish Festival going on."

Jess palmed her forehead. He drove to find parking on the side of the motel near the garbage dumpster. She moved slowly when he opened her passenger door. He held her purse for her as she limped out. Her color had drained from her cheeks, and she pushed back her hair.

He opened the motel door, and the room was warm. Flicking on the air conditioning, he guided Jess to the bed.

"I'll loan you a shirt and some shorts. Maybe you should take a shower to feel better?" he suggested.

Jess looked down at the king-sized bed. He grabbed the extra blanket in the closet along with the clothes to change into.

"You can put this blanket down the middle as a divider…y'know…if you want."

"We're adults. It's fine. Thanks for the clothes."

She took them and went into the bathroom.

"Need help with the water?" he called out.

He worried about her still being unbalanced and cracking her head open.

"I got it."

The shower water ran.

He pulled out some sweats to sleep in and turned on the TV, waiting for his turn to shower. Plopping a seat on the bed, he watched an old movie. Jess came out wearing his clothes with her own bundled up against her chest.

"I used some of your mouth wash since I don't have a toothbrush," she said.

"That's fine. Drink some of the bottled water I have over there."

She glanced over at the six-pack he bought in town and took one. He entered the bathroom and let lukewarm water rinse him well before lathering up. Exhaling deeply, he let the day run down the drain. Drying off, he pulled on his sweats and night shirt.

Jess tucked herself under the covers. The extra blanket sat on the chair.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Yeah."

He adjusted the air conditioner temperature and turned off the lights.

"TV remote is on your side. You can watch what you want," he said.

He climbed in on his side of the bed and the space between them was wide enough for two strangers rooming together. Jess turned the sound down and he set the alarm on his phone.

"Night," he said.

"Night."

He turned on his side. His stomach was jumpy and the self-awareness about being in bed with her kept him awake.

The TV droned on for an hour and he yawned. He dozed off. A woman in a movie wept, and he wondered what Jess watched. The weeping went on for a minute longer, even after a commercial came on. He sat up and looked over at Jess.

The crying came from her.

She left the remote in the middle of the bed. He muted the sound.

"Jess? What's wrong?"

Her body shuddered while faced away from him.

"Jess?"

He gently pulled her to his side. Wet eyes peered up at him.

"I feel so bad for you," she huffed out, choking on the last word before scrunching up her eyes.

Her head fell against his chest, and he held her close.

"I'm sorry for everything, Terry…so sorry…"

She sobbed and he let her get it all out. He stroked her hair.

"All we can do now is get this information from Zeb, Jess. We're taking steps to get Mike justice. You're helping me. Hold on to that and nothing else in the past."

"I didn't trust you…I didn't act soon enough…I just…I failed you as a citizen."

"Chief Burnne failed me and you. Alright?"

She hid her face from him, too full of shame. He tilted her chin up and forced her to look at him.

"I hold nothing against you, Jess. I swear. You were one woman up against an office full of sketchy men. Once you knew the deal, you acted on my behalf. I'm still here because of you. Remember that."

He used his thumb to wipe away the tears that pooled under her lids.

"You saved me," he whispered.

He kissed her forehead to reassure her. She trembled and sighed with relief.

"Get some sleep," he said.

He continued holding her, allowing his body to enjoy her warmth and softness under the covers. She reached up and ran the back of her hand down his cheek.

"Thank you," she said.

This time, she kissed him. Pried his lips open with her tongue. The full weight of her breasts pressed into his chest. He gave her back the rising passion in his mouth that she shared with him. Something ignited in her and their long, wet kisses seemed to go on forever. He slanted his head to taste her mouth deeper and went against his better judgment by palming her breast. There was so much to hold. He played with her nipple until it stiffened in the borrowed shirt. The need to see them overpowered him.

"Take this off," he said.

He didn't have to ask twice.

Jess pulled it over her head and, with the light of the TV, she revealed to him the full glory of her breasts. His dick twitched in his sweats. He cupped both of them with his hands and lowered his head to suck on them, groaning as he did so. His dick hardened so quick listening to her soft pants. She raked her nails over the back of his neck. He sucked and played with her nipples, putting as much titty in his mouth as he could, stretching it wide. His dick started leaking pre-cum. He could feel it sliding down his hip.

He pulled the covers down from her body and then reached over to turn a lamp light on. He wanted to see everything. Her breasts were better than he imagined. Sizeable reddish-brown areolas. Plump nipples. She noticed the tent in his gray sweats…and the pre-cum stains soaking through.

"Can I eat your pussy?" he asked.

"Yes."

He groaned so loud, grateful that she gave him consent to taste her. She shimmied out of his basketball shorts, and the puffy roll of flesh across her belly made him happy. He tugged on it and moaned when he saw how fat her vulva was under it. She shaved herself closely down there and he could already see the pink inner folds glistening from between the puffy outer lips. He slapped her vulva playfully and sought her clit that already retracted from its hood, looking like a tiny pink diamond all exposed. His mouth watered, and a bit of clear saliva flew out.

She laughed at him, and he grinned, wiping his lips.

"Can't help it. Look how pretty this pussy is," he said.

He pushed her fat thighs back. She opened up to him like a pink rose in bloom, the soft pubic hairs already sticky near the inner labia. Shucking off his sweatpants, he lowered his face and feasted on the most succulent pussy he ever had in his life.

Jess moaned his name and told him to eat her pussy good. She started whimpering when he watched her face while he sucked, licked, and kissed the pussy he craved all night. He knew how to work his eyes whenever he ate a woman out. They melted every time. Jess was no different, however, he felt different doing it this time. She made it feel more erotic with her loving gazes and the soft sighs of his name falling from her lips. He spit on her folds and licked his tongue all around her sensitive parts, paying attention to the delicate clit. She was ultra sensitive, and her legs trembled every time he licked circles around it or kissed it. His lips were sticky with her slickness. He rose to suck on her tits again. They spread some on her chest and the volume pleased him. Backshots with her would look so pretty with her tits smacking together.

His dick bobbed and her eyes looked excited to see what he was working with. He was girthy and above average, and if her pussy felt as good as it looked, he was going to bust a tsunami in her. Kissing along her neck, he nibbled on her earlobe and whispered in her ear.

"We can go as far as you want. You tell me what you want, Jess."

She moaned and threw her hands around his neck.

"I want that big dick," she panted.

"I can put it wherever you want," he teased in her other ear, "Your pretty mouth, all in that fat pussy," he moaned.

He gently rubbed two fingers on her clit as he spoke. She arched her back. He glanced over at the closet. Had he known they would get into it, he would've pulled some condoms out earlier.

"I have condoms," he whispered into her mouth with urgent kisses, letting her taste her pussy.

She nodded. He jumped off the bed and fetched two. Sitting on the edge, he started tearing the gold foil packaging open, but she slid down to the floor and engulfed his dick with her hot mouth, making his fantasy come true. She wedged his thick dick between her breasts, rubbing and sucking him off.

"Oh…shit…." he mumbled.

"You like that, Daddy?"

He could barely see the tip of his dick. Her big tits swallowed his length. Pre-cum spilled out, adding more lubricant.

"You gonna let me fuck that pussy?" he asked, just to make sure it was all good.

She slid her tongue across the tip of his dick and spit on the slit like the nasty girl he needed. Jess nodded and he fisted her hair, pulling her head back so they could make deliberate eye contact.

"Tell me," he said.

He put some extra bass in his voice. She gave him a sly grin, and that dimple melted him.

"I want you to fuck me until the sun comes up," she said.

Say less.

Terry lifted her up and tossed her on the bed, ripping the condom open with his teeth.

Part 5 Soon Come...

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