Chapter 53. Helping My Homeboy Get Over His Ex: pt. 2

Dickson POV

I’m already rock-hard, thick, long, and veiny, the kind of BBC that makes her eyes go wide every single time.

I grab her throat with one hand, squeeze just enough to make her gasp, and shove her flat on her back. Her legs fall open instantly, knees bent, feet planted, pussy lips parting on their own. I don’t say shit yet. I just drag the swollen head up and down her slit, slow, teasing, coating myself in her slick. She whimpers, hips twitching up, trying to catch the tip.

”Stay fucking still, baby,” I growl, voice low and rough. “You know the rules. No dick until you’re begging like a desperate little slut.”

She bites that plump bottom lip, nods fast, eyes glassy. I slap her pussy hard, WHAP, once, twice, three times in a row. Each hit lands right on her clit. She jolts, squeals, thighs shaking. Her clit swells up fat and red instantly. I shove two thick fingers straight into her without warning, curl them up hard, and start pumping fast. T