I take her fingers from her pussy and suck on them. She smiles at me even as her body shivers with need.
Reaching back into the glass, I find another ice cube and return to teasing her nipples. Bebe watches me with a look of fevered frustration. My girl needs to come, but I worry one good orgasm will relax her into an alcohol-induced sleep. No way am I ready to call it a night yet.
"I love these tits," I say, licking one nipple then the other. "They get so hard for me. I can just look at you sometimes and they perk up."
"You own them," she says, leaning back on the table and caressing her pussy again.
Removing her fingers again, I spread her pussy and blow on the hot flesh.
"Fuck you," she groans.
"I know. Let's see what your pussy thinks of hot versus cold."
I run my tongue over her fat clit, and Bebe whimpers. When the ice cube follows, her pussy clenches hungrily. I slide the ice cube inside her. The hot flesh melts it into a sliver that falls into my mouth when I suck at her.
"Please," she whimpers.
Pressing the ice cube against her asshole, I watch it disappear inside. Bebe is nearly crying, and I can't mess with her any longer. School time is over.
I suck her clit, pulling at the flesh with my lips. Bebe whimpers as her hips squirm. I dip my fingers inside her hungry pussy and suck until Bebe cusses like a crazed sailor.
"Fucking fuck fucker."
I want to laugh, but she tastes so good, and I lap up all the juices pouring into my mouth.
"Fuckity fuck," she begs, still wanting more.
"Cock. I think you need a big fat cock inside you."
"Yes. Now. Hurry. Fuck, just do it already."
"Stop pressuring me," I tease while my cock slides from her clit to her asshole. "I'm not as experienced as you."
Bebe frowns at me before pinching her nipples and closing her eyes. I swear she's going to come again without me. No way do I want to miss her clenching pussy when the orgasm arrives.
I shove my cock into her until she grunts and opens her eyes.
"Be nice."
"You look delicious spread out on my table with my cock inside you."
Bebe's hips flex and her pussy clenches. She's fucking me even if I'm perfectly still. I pull out of her then shove myself back in.
"You're too controlling," I say.
Her eyes studying me, Bebe sits up and scoots back so my cock leaves her. My erection is hard, wet, and royally pissed.
"This isn't comfortable," she says, climbing off the table and walking to the living room. "I've been wanting to fuck you on this couch for months."
Bebe holds out her hand to me so I'll join her. Sitting on the couch, I reach for her tits as she straddles me.
"Your cock goes in here," she says, taking my dick by the base and guiding me inside her. "You relax, young man. Let me make you feel good."
Her hips rolling fast and hard, Bebe doesn't waste any time. My hands explore her body casually. I roll her nipples then squeeze her tits together and admire her cleavage.
Bebe's orgasm nearly takes me over the edge. I struggle to hold on while her pussy muscles clench and suck hard at my cock.
"Damn," I groan, but Bebe is already bouncing on my erection again. "You love cock, don't you, baby?"
"No. I love your cock. It's a magic fucking wand making me crazy with need. Don't stop until I can't stand."
"Addiction is a good look on you."
"Shut the fuck up and come already. I want to suck you."
"Why didn't you say that earlier?" I ask, thrusting hard inside her.
Laughing, Bebe holds my shoulders and moans, "fuck" until I come. She whispers, "fuck" a few times in my ear then slides off me and down to the ground.
I sense the booze is catching up to her. Yet she has the energy to teach virginal Pax about the proper way to suck a guy until he's begs. I literally fucking plead with Bebe when she has me close yet threatens to stop. My begging gets the job done, and I lose the ability to speak for a few minutes.
Bebe's willingness to torture me is a turning point. I now know to never withhold an orgasm from her again.
22
Pax
Biker Puppets
The latest super secret meeting isn't at the kindergarten class, but in an old art studio on the second floor. I remember walking up these stairs as a kid and how someone was often pushed down them. The teachers ignored that kind of behavior on the West Side. No one is shocked to learn most kids on this side of town turned out to be literate losers. People like me basically, but I don't live here now, and Lula will never attend these shitty schools.
My daddy instincts get shoved aside when we approach the art class. Ford taps me on the shoulder and gestures to be on guard. This floor feels unsafe, and he's nervous. Death never worried him before he hooked up with Shay. Now he cares if he lives.
I guess I do too, since every scurrying rat gives me pause. Returning home to Bebe and Lula sounds like a better deal than dying in this fucking dump.