Read Online In Love with a Thug by Reginald L. Hall - Free Book Online

his white-and-navy-blue boxers. I grabbed his pulsating rod and rubbed it back and forth looking up at his face as he continued to blow smoke circles.
    He leaned back into the love seat still putting the Dutch to his lips. I released his throbbing muscle through the slit of his boxers and began to taste it with my tongue.
    I massaged his mushroom head between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. He tasted so good to me. The lighted reflection from the television bounced from the walls as the movie continued to play. Still taking pulls with one hand, he grabbed the top of my head with the other pushing me down onto his chocolate nine inches. He placed the Dutch into the ashtray before he palmed my head with both hands pumping himself harder and harder into my mouth.
    The hanging saliva along with his pre-cum escaped the sides of my mouth dripping down onto his shaft and falling directly on his pubic hairs.
    â€œDamn, dude, that shit feels so good.” He let out a huge sigh. My jaws began to tense as he started to pump faster. I began to gag from the force of him gagging me with his pole. “That shit is proper,” he said with his eyes closed as he leaned his head back against the couch.
    After a few more pumps deep into my mouth he let out the biggest explosion down my throat. Without stopping I continued to suck his strawberry cream until it was deep into my belly. I licked his dick bone dry.
    â€œYeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he said, sticking his dick back into his boxers and reaching over to the ashtray to re-light his Dutch. As he lit it I grabbed his arm and placed it around my body as we both sat on the love seat and continued to watch the movie.
    Â 
    â€œFor real?” asked Anthony with excited eyes as we sat at an outdoor restaurant table on the curb of South Street. I was just finishing up my stack of Buffalo wings when I began telling him about my sexual night.
    â€œYou have got to be kidding me. What made him do that?” he asked, filling his mouth with garden salad.
    â€œI guess, ’cuz he knew I looked good. I knew he wanted me from the jump,” I said feeling very vain as I began to lick my fingers.
    â€œBitch, you better work. Does he have a girlfriend? Or I boyfriend, should I say?”
    â€œNot that I know of. If he does, he didn’t act like it. After I sucked his dick we watched a movie and then from there it moved into the bedroom and bitch, trust me when I tell you. He broke my BACK,” I continued to explain as we both started to laugh.
    â€œOh shit,” he said, trying not to spit out his food. “How big is he?”
    â€œHe’s about an eight or a nine. Shit, maybe nine and a half. Bitch, it’s not like I had a ruler handy.”
    â€œWell, can he work it?”
    â€œCan he?” I said as my eyes widened. “That nigga almost knocked my tooth loose,” I responded.
    â€œNow see that’s what I need,” said Anthony. “Someone that can bring it like it needs to be brought.” Anthony stopped and took a sip of his pink lemonade.
    â€œAre you going to your hair show tonight?”
    â€œYeah, I guess so. Would you like to come along?” I asked him as I gripped my glass and took a sip of Merlot.
    â€œI guess so. I don’t have shit else to do. Darrell is in the streets as always,” he said.
    I set my glass down on the table as a mob of people filled the streets on this lovely spring day.
    â€œWhatever happened to that dude Reggie that you introduced me to?” I asked.
    â€œMan, he was corny as hell. And he was dirty. How you gonna have a professional basketball player in your family and dress dirty?” he said, talking with his hands. We both laughed.
    â€œWell, I’ll go to the hair show for a little while but then Bryant’s supposed to be stopping through again,” I said, raising my arm above my head and snapping my fingers.
    â€œOkay, then let’s