Chapters (43)
- WAHIDA CLARK PRESENTS:
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Wahida Clark on Mental and Behavioral Health
“Ohhhhh Rick, shit! Fuck, right there, baby. Stay right there, daddy, damn!” Kyra sexily cooed as she ran her fingers through my hair.
“Mmmmm.” I moaned as I sucked gently on her nipple. She had me going crazy calling me daddy. I was enjoying the taste of one of the loves of my life. That shit may sound fucked up to some, but it was the truth.
“Roll your hips for me, mami.”
Not turning my head loose, she spread her legs wider and was throwing the pussy at my hard dick. “Oooooh . . . I like . . . I like . . . it feels so . . . ohmygod. Big daddy.” She groaned.
I stared straight into her eyes knowing that I was putting it down. “I know you love this big dick!” I bragged as I long stroked her pussy. I had Kyra on fire; she was spread eagle on top of her vanity table.
“Come on. Fuck this pussy reeeeal good, daddy.” She begged.
Knowing that she was on the verge of a full body orgasm, I pulled out, stood straight up and looked down at her. I wanted to go back to sticking my dick deep in her pussy after seeing how she had my shit glistening from her juices. Damn, I love this woman. But, I had more important matters to get to the bottom of.
“I need you to have that conversation with Nina.”
Kyra opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on me. “Rick, please.” Her breathing was heavy, and she was looking confused. “What the fuck?”
The frustration in her voice told me that I had her undivided attention and that was exactly what I wanted. Kyra’s nails were piercing my ass cheeks, crawling at my flesh as she was trying to get me to put my dick back inside of her. But it wasn’t that type of party. I was on some serious shit. I needed her to do something for me. I was tired of playing around and being a pussy about the whole situation. I was a real nigga that was about real ass things. Besides, my patience was long gone.
“I’ma get y’all two on the phone later on. Y’all need to start somewhere.”
“Rick, please.” She was squirming, still trying to get me to give her the dick.
I decided to tease her a little and let her know that I was the one in full control. If she wanted the dick, then she had to do what I needed her to do. I slid the head in, stopped mid stroke and pulled out.
“Give me all of it now, zaddy.” She was trying her damnest to get fucked.
I couldn’t front and act like the shit wasn’t turning me on even more, but I had to keep my game face on and stay focused.
“Actually, I think you and Nina should Facetime each other, do a google hangout or something.”
That got her attention.