Big Juicy Lips by Allison Hobbs Read Free Book Online

had to be considerate of you.”
    “So what happened then?”
    “Well, you know…taking you into consideration and everything, I ended up letting him raw dog my coochie. He busted two big-ass nuts.”
    Brick gave Misty a hard shove. He glared at her as if he were two seconds from killing her. “You let him fuck you raw?”
    Misty nodded.
    “And he came twice?”
    “Yeah, Brick—he came twice. I wouldn’t lie about it.”
    “So, why’d you come home and jump right in the shower?”
    Misty shrugged. “I don’t know.” She frowned. “Don’t be mad—I didn’t wash my coochie. You know how I do; I washed everywhere else.”
    Brick’s contorted expression relaxed into a smile. “You still filled up with dude’s seed?”
    “Yeah, I said that I didn’t wash my coochie.”
    “Aiight, then, you better not be lyin’.” Brick plumped up a pillow and rested his head. He squeezed his manhood again. “Damn, that shit you talkin’ got my jawn hard as a rock.” He licked his lips and reached for Misty’s hand. “Get over here, girl. Mmm. Squat your ass over my face. Mmm. I can’t wait to clean out that nasty, lil’ pussy.”
    Misty had to give herself credit; she was on top of her game. Brick believed the dirty talk she’d whispered in his ear was something made up—nothing more than a freaky, graphically detailed fantasy. Well, what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
    Misty had led him to believe that she’d been faithful to him ever since Shane’s death, but she got her freak on occasionally. Sure, Brick gave her orgasms all the time. But, sexin’ dudes who reminded her of Shane was the only way she could bust a heart-pounding, body-convulsing nut.
    Playing their game, Brick pressed his nose against her pubis, seeking to get a whiff of a musky, masculine smell.
    “What’s it smell like, baby?” Misty asked.
    “Like sweaty dick.”
    “You like it?”
    Brick sniffed deeply. “Love it.” He circled his lips around the opening of Misty’s tight tunnel. Stretching the tendons in his tongue, he poked and probed, pretending to search for a sticky glob of another man’s cum.
    Misty held onto the headboard while she winded her hips. “You’ll never find another woman like me. You know that, don’t you?” she purred.
    “Nevah, baby. Ain’t nobody like you,” he mumbled against her clit, while his cupped hand frantically worked up and down his steely shaft.
    “I always share everything with you,” she whispered. “Even while I’m out there, freakin’, I always bring a snack home for you.”
    “Thank you, Misty, baby. I appreciate it.” With his face buried between her legs, Brick’s voice was muffled.
    “Taste good?”
    “Real good!”
    The combined sounds of Misty’s soft feminine moans, Brick’s heavy breathing and lapping tongue licks, echoed inside the bedroom.
    This session should have been taped. Weirdoes paid good money to listen to dumb-ass shit like the sounds of the ocean, the wind blowing, and falling rain; she was pretty sure there were some perverts out there who would pay to listen to the sounds of pussy-licking. She’d charge extra to allow freaks to view some footage along with the audio.
    Yes, in addition to his big dick, Brick had a thick, well-endowed tongue. It was Misty’s responsibility to showcase Brick’s attributes. If she expected a major come-up, she’d have to take their hustle to the next level. The next step would be to videotape a couple of Brick’s sex performances, and feature him on a website so he could get the kind of national exposure he deserved.
    Of course, she’d have to record in secret. Brick would get camera shy if he knew he was being filmed. Brick could be such a pain in the ass. Knowing how uncomfortable he was about his hustle, Misty would bet a week’s worth of income that his dick would go limp and refuse to get hard if he was aware that a camera was rolling.
    Fuck it; she’d worry about that later. Right now, she needed to