The Sweetest Taboo by Risqué Page B

do with you. Are you fuckin’ another niggah?”
    “Jeff—” She did her best to twist her neck out of his grip. “Stop it! Let me go!”
    “Why do you keep asking me the same shit? I said no. Now, are you giving this niggah my pussy?” He brushed his free hand across her pussy lips, parting them with his fingers. “Tell me, does he use one finger or two? Or, better yet, his whole fist?” He took four of his fingers and slid them into her slit, while having his thumb massage her clit.
    Yuri was scared yet unable to stop the sensations running through her body. She didn’t know if Jeff’s fingers fucking her turned her on as much as his aggressiveness did.
    Instead of fighting him and making him get off, she gave in to the feeling running through her pussy like a pulse. Her neck began to cramp, so she did her best to make her head comfortable in his hands. She could feel her abdomen begin to contract as the nut’s rush greeted the anxious butterflies grooving in her stomach. She knew it was only a moment before the eyes of her pussy dripped tears on his hand.
    “See the problem is,” he whispered, as her cum began to thicken between his fingers, “that my dick is so hard I could fuck the shit outta you right now. But fucking you won’t save your life. I could fuck you and wanna kill you all at the same time.” Jeff rubbed his pasty hand in admiration across her hard nipples. He couldn’t stand her naked body pressed against his any longer, so he released his grip on her neck and started kissing her from the sides of her face to her pussy lips. She loved the feeling of her clit being pulled between his teeth. If Jeff could do nothing else, he was a master at giving head. Once she came again, Jeff undid his pants, held his hard dick in his hand, and slid it in.
    “Ohhhh…” she moaned as he stroked her. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
    His strokes became more intense with every word he spoke, “Does he…fuck you…like this?”
    Yuri did all she could not to say yes, so instead she wrapped her hands around Jeff’s neck and moaned.
    “What the fuck you moaning for?” Jeff asked her, as he pushed his dick in as far as it would go. “I wanna know, does that niggah fuck you like this?”
    She didn’t answer.
    “What, you scared to say yes?” Unwrapping her legs from his waist, but never once letting his dick fall out, he placed her feet on the floor of the shower’s stall. “Turn around….” he demanded while doing his best to fight off her new man’s face creeping into his mind.
    He spread her ass cheeks and made her bend down. “You fuckin’ that niggah in my position?!” Jeff slid his dick into the back wall of her pussy. The water sprayed their bodies like a waterfall as Jeff fucked her as hard as he could. “Is this what I gotta do”—he smacked her on the ass—“to make you fuckin’ respect me?!”
    Yuri closed her eyes and focused on the radio’s master mix of Britt’s music, which continued to fill the enclosed shower. Envisioning Britt’s dick, Yuri worked her hips with as much muscle as she could. She felt as if she owed Jeff this nut; and if listening to Britt sing and imagining Britt was making love to her was the only way she could give it to him, then she had to do what she had to do. And that’s when it clicked: She needed to make sure that it wasn’t Britt’s dick that made her forget how much she owed Jeff. And she owed him because he’d loved her all these years. And he took care of her, and like her mother and Drae always said, a good man was hard to come by. So, as she felt him begin to shudder, she opened her eyes and made herself realize he wasn’t Britt. And when Britt returned from his trip she would lay all the shit on the line, so he could decide if he wanted them to be together or if she needed to return to her original position of being Mrs. Jefferson McMillan.

Drae
             As Hassan held a burning candle above Drae’s perfectly shaped