From the Streets to the Sheets by Noire

body firmly against his, sucking his tongue, as we played in each other’s warm mouths. I met Life halfway by pulling my stockings down and my skirt off, letting them both fall on the floor. I noticed that his eyes were blazing, full of life, and I finally allowed myself to get lost in those dark pools.
    As Life pulled off his shirt, pants, boxers, and shoes, he told me to sit on top of the desk. I did. He caressed my legs, then spread them apart and began kissing the inside of my thick thighs. Next, he took his fingers and began playing with my pussy. My juices began to flow from his persistent fingertip stroking, but that was only the beginning. My new lover dropped lower and stuck his head between my legs. Life licked on my clit like it was an ice-cream cone, until it felt swollen. I threw my head back, finally let go, and began to openly moan. I began throwing the rest of my clothes off until I was completely naked.
    Life sucked my juices up with passion. I felt high, suspended above the sun. When I opened my eyes and looked down I gasped. My juices were all over his face and chin. Life’s brown skin was glistening, and the sight of his tattoo—a microphone inked over a nasty scar on his neck—made me shake and tremble, as the blissful feeling between my legs took on a life of its own. I closed my eyes and had an orgasm that erupted in one huge creamy wave. I heard a condom wrapper tearing open, and my mouth dropped as he pushed his tool into me and filled me up inside. His warm dick stroked me as he gripped the sides of the desk. I spoke some unintelligible words and Life answered by hitting all my sweetest spots. His focus was completely on pleasing me.
    That realization made me jut my pussy back and forth in a steady motion. I became so excited that I wrapped my legs around him and the desk began creaking and moving like a seesaw. When Life noticed this, he looked around for another spot.
    “Come on,” he told me. He lowered me from the desk and carefully laid me down on my boss’s large white rug.
    “Get on your hands and knees,” Life said. I arched my back sharply and complied, because I wanted to, not because I had to. Life spit between my ass cheeks, then fingered my anus. He began pounding me from behind with powerful and intense thrusts, the way I’d imagined the thugs on music videos did to their hood girls. I gladly gripped my muscles tight around Life’s dick. He responded by smacking my phat ass.
    “Do you like this shit, baby?” Life asked, burying his dick all the way inside of me.
    “Yes. Mmmm,” I moaned. “Oh yes!”
    “Does that bitch-ass, trifling nigga you got at home make you feel this good?”
    “No—never. He . . . Smooth never . . . He never—”
    “Then cry for Life, Mommy. If I make this sweet pussy feel good, take it and cry for me,” he said, continuing to thrust himself in and out of my pussy.
    I began to cry with pleasure as Life caused my ass cheeks to bounce up and down.
    “If the dick’s good, keep crying. Cry, baby. Cry or I’ll take it outta this hot pussy!” Life demanded. I cried until I felt another orgasm swell up inside of me. I tried to dig my nails into the carpet but couldn’t hold on to a single fiber of it.
    “I’m about to. Damn. I’m—I’m about to cum!” I whispered in a very high pitch. Despite us being in my boss’s office minutes before he was due to arrive, Life never stopped stroking me—and I came for the second time.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” Life said as I tried to crawl away. “Oh no you don’t. Keep your ass right here.”
    I was feeling good and both of our bodies were wet with sweat.
    “This dick feels so good! Fuck—what are you doing to me now?” I exclaimed.
    “I know what you need. Turn over on your back,” Life said.
    I did.
    “Take this dick!”
    Life placed each of my legs on his shoulders. He looked into my eyes as he worked his hips in a rhythmic motion, bending down to kiss me as he kept