Back Thugs: Seven
Chapters (43)
  1. WAHIDA CLARK PRESENTS:
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Wahida Clark on Mental and Behavioral Health

He shut the door, but I opened it back as I remained facing it. The door play was the least of his worries now that his hands caressed my ass. I closed my eyes. My throat was dry. I was frozen in place. I had dreamed and fantasized about him doing exactly what he was doing this very minute. In my fantasy, we were in our home together and in love. But we were in Shanghai playing a dangerous game.

“It feels so real.” He was palming all over it. “These fake asses usually are hard?”

“It is real.” My voice trembled.

His hands glided up to my breasts.

“These were fine too. Why, Charli?”

Oh, my heavens. His fingers were roaming all over my breasts. He was now pressed up against my ass and he had an erection. And for once I was at a loss for words. The only sounds that escaped my lips were moans.

“I’m trying to stop, but you feel too damn good.” He flipped up my bra and turned me around, palming my left breast roughly as he bent over and began to suck on my nipple.

“What . . . not now. No. I mean . . . Oh yessss, Trae.” I shivered. The flimsy lace of my panties was no obstacle as he used his fingers to rip them off and slid three inside my wetness and began to vigorously finger fuck me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

TRAE

“Trae Macklin, you have me so wet.” Charli was trembling as she cocked her legs wider. I was fingering the shit out of her pussy, trying to make her come so I wouldn’t have to fuck her. I could hear Tasha screaming in my head, “Did you fuck her? Did you fuck her?”

“Fuck me, Mr. Macklin. Fuck me now. I swear to you, I will give you whatever you ask of me,” she whispered. Her goons were right outside. “I promise you. You have my loyalty. Fuck me now.”

Damn.

I turned her around and picked her up, laid her on the cold bathroom floor. I entered her in one powerful thrust. She let out a squeal.

“Give me all of my dick. I need this so bad,” she urged, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Give me all of my dick.”

I untangled her legs and placed them over my shoulders and got in the push up position. I continued pounding the pussy, making sure she got every inch. “Oh, shit!” I gritted.

“I love you so much. I swear I do.” We both came at the same time as we heard pounding on the bedroom door.