35. 🔧 Parallel Parking

**JUSTICE**

I move the lazy Susan to the end of the table. Keke won’t slide that far when we fuck.
Unless I mount her.
Hmmm. Maybe later.
A good pussy fingering is first on the menu.
“Lay down,” I command huskily, “and no peeking.”
Keke complies quickly. Eager in her need. She folds her hands on her soft, brown belly that clenches with each sound.
I stare at her body, wondering what to do first. Her skin is so soft and creamy, just like I imagined it would be. Years later, when we are old and gray, our bodies stooped and wrinkled with time, I’ll still be giving her the good dick.
No doubt.
I run a finger down a lush thigh. Her gasp causes the imprint of her teeth to appear on her shirt. I do it again. She squirms and her hands travel lower, inching towards her sex.
Uh-uh. That’s my territory.
“Put your hands on your tits and tweak your nipples. I want them standing up by the time I return.”
“Yes, Justice,” she purrs, hands lifting.
I walk away before I lose focus and take her quickly, without finesse. I hadn’t planned to fuck in the kitchen. A soft bed would be idea. Too bad it’s too far away.
Maybe we’ll end up there later.
Yeah, maybe.
In the living room, I grab a few pillows from the couch to support her neck and head.
I want my baby to be comfortable when she comes.
A few moments later, I join her at the table. Her nipples are the peaks of the Alps and the slit between her spread legs makes a picture-perfect valley below.
Keke’s in position for what I have in mind.
I slide my hands up her calves, gripping them to move them even further apart.
Without saying a word, I insert two fingers into her pussy, curling them inside her wet heat. Swishing them from side to side, I can’t help but feel that she’s well lubricated. “I haven’t gotten started yet and already you’re so damn wet. Why is that?”
“You know why,” is her muffled saucy reply.
I pump deeper. So deep the knuckles of my hand almost disappear.
Keke moans, her hips thrusting to meet every stroke.
“Nah, I think you need to tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
She bites her lip through her shirt, drawing it out, making me work hard to get her to say what I want to hear. After a few moments, she does. “Juuustice. I want you…Oh…so bad.”
Thinking of her day spent in another man’s, albeit a trusted one’s company, makes my voice rough with jealousy. “You had sufficient entertainment. Wasn’t Bas good enough?” I hook my fingers, feeling around her slick pussy for her G spot.
I must’ve found it, given that her following words are nearly incoherent.
“Justice. Not good. Only you. Just you. Please.”
As I work her, changing up the speed of my penetration to keep her writhing like a cat in dirt, I let Keke know exactly what she can expect from me as a lover. “You’ll have me, Keke, if you continue to obey me.” I scissor my fingers inside her walls, spreading and releasing.
Spreading and releasing.
Keke mewls, her head thrashing from side to side. Her t-shirt indents and billows with her rapid breathing.
I slow down, not ready yet for her to come. “It’s fine for some, but I don’t need to use whips or canes, or hell, even toys to get my pleasure… or to give you pleasure. You doing what I say when I say it, with no questions, no hesitation, and no restraint will provide both of us all the gratification we could ever need. Can you do that?” I ask, doing a slow pump inside her pussy.
“Yes, Justice. Always. Hmmm…close.”
Pleased by her response, I make my fingers a blur. “Give it to me, Keke. Come on my fingers.”
“That’s it. Oh, yeees.” Her pussy grips my digits with the strength of her spasms. I resume a fast pump the second her walls stop contracting. When I throw my thumb into the mix and circle her clit, she lets loose with another wave.
Her second orgasm makes her legs tremble and her mouth release a long moan of, “Soooooooo gooood.”
A smug grin tugs the corners of my mouth. “That’s the only way I know how to lay it down, Keke.”
I withdraw my fingers from her pussy and put them in my mouth, taking my time to lick each one clean.


I love waking up next to my woman. She is soft and warm and so damn…cuddly. Her hair tickles my face as I breathe her in. Her spicy scent fills my nose and becomes the undertone to the aroma of our sex that blankets the room.
I didn’t let her sleep. At least not until I lost count of how many times we’d both cum on, in, and around each other.
And I’m ready for more.
Fuck, I can’t get enough.
Unfortunately, I have to wait. We need to get on the road soon. I promised to show her my cars on the way to Joe’s house where we will stay a few hours before we head on over to Pippa’s.
Last night after I’d had her a few times, Keke confessed Nico has a girlfriend called Jazzy. He just pretended to be interested in Keke to get me to act on my feelings. I can’t be mad at the prick. His trick worked like a charm.
Maybe I’ll thank him after I tell him to never touch, think, or look at my girlfriend again.
Keke wakes, stretching in my arms. I’m about to remove my leg from on top of hers when she presses her ample ass further onto my morning wood, lodging the meatiest part between her cheeks.
“What time is it, Justice?” she says, turning slightly so I can watch her fan a hand in front of her yawning mouth. I chuckle at how she’s acting all innocent, like she has no idea what she’s doing to me.
Yeah, right.
Keke knows her business in bed. She had me speaking gibberish last night with the way she complied so eagerly to my demands. There was nothing I asked of her she didn’t want to do… to try.
Who made her that way? Was it me? Was it Krish? Who?
I’m not sure if I should thank her former partners or hate them from the depth of my soul. I’m not upset because she wasn’t a virgin.
I was far from one.
They tainted me. They used me.
And I’m fucked up now because of it.
Letting a woman…yeah even Keke, have a say in how we fuck would mean giving up my control.
And for the first time, I’m wondering: What’s the harm in it?
“What are you frowning about, Justice?” Keke asks, tracing her finger across my down-turned lips.
Answering her truthfully will probably start a discussion I don’t want to get into, so I tell her only part of what’s on my mind. “If you want to see my cars, we need to get up. Like now.”
She moves against me, her ass teasing the hell out of my stiff and swollen dick. “We don’t have any time to spare?” Her movements increase in tempo, driving me wild with the wicked thoughts of what I want to do to her. “Really? Are you sure we—”
She gasps as I pinch a nipple, cutting off her sentence. “I’m going to take you quick, you greedy girl. Then we’re getting up to take a shower and dress. Understood?”
I don’t give her a chance to reply. I just flip her over and enter her dripping pussy from behind.