Korporate's Pleasure by Diamond D. Johnson

Author:Diamond D. Johnson [Johnson, Diamond D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-02-20T22:00:00+00:00

“Who keeps calling you like that?” I asked, taking this nigga’s dick out of my mouth because it was distracting as hell to be on my knees, giving him head, and his phone kept going off every ten seconds. It was fuckin’ up the groove of things, and eventually, I would get turned off and leave.

I was with Ahmad. This nigga was no good for me, mainly because he treated me poorly, but he did have his days when he would give me the princess treatment. He would call me up to take me out and spoil me. Plus, his dick was good. I was just going through a stupid phase right now, but eventually, I would find my common sense and stop letting this nigga clown me.

“Don’t worry about who keeps calling my phone. I pay this fuckin’ phone bill, or you? Keep sucking. Get a nigga right,” he snapped.

He reached his right hand down and placed it on the back of my head, forcing my head back down, so I could wrap my lips around his meaty dick. Ahmad was a skinny nigga, but he proved that theory right that the world says about skinny dudes walking around with big, horse sized dicks. I had fucked with a few skinny niggas in my lifetime, and none of them had ever been a letdown when it came to the size of their dick. They fucked so good, but those be the niggas who treat you the worst.

Ahmad was the definition of toxic dick. He’d fuck up, then pull up on me and fuck the shit out of me, and all would be forgiven. Most niggas liked to fuck and deny a bitch the chance to get a nut, but I never left unsatisfied when Ahmad and I had sex. I always released at least three to four orgasms with him.

I wrapped my full lips back around the head of his dick and started back sucking him, doing it at a slow and steady pace. There were clouds of smoke flowing in the air because as I gave him head, he smoked from a blunt. Again, that fuckin’ phone went off, but this time, from the way it rang, I could tell it was a FaceTime call.

He answered it, but I didn’t trip because we’d had sex on a few occasions, and he would answer the phone while buried deep inside me.

“Fuck you, nigga! Why would you call me while you got another bitch giving you head and—”

He hung up on the woman, which caused me to raise my head, remove his dick from my mouth, and look at him like he was crazy.

“You put the camera on me?” I asked.

He sucked his teeth. “Only for like two seconds. That bitch kept calling, so I had to show her that I was busy. Sanai, what the fuck is you doing, yo? Get a nigga right!” he barked before aggressively grabbing my head and throwing it on his dick.

I raised my hand, pushed the shit out of him, and stood up from the floor.

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