BBJ Masterlist

Lets be real he’s a hood nigga; keeping that thing on him at all times, just in case shit goes sideways. He’s always on the move, always alert, and always resourceful. Growing up, when he couldn’t afford an iron he’d use a boiling pot of hot water. When he needed an influx of money he’d turn a cash amount of $50 and find a way to flip it into $200. And so it should come as no surprise that he’d make space for us to fuck in the backseat of his car.

His parents are visiting us for the weekend and as we made our way back home from a store run, he decided that now was the perfect time to have sex. As if they more than likely didn’t hear us just pull up. As if he can’t wait until we get to our bedroom later on tonight. As if I could deny him to begin with.

One leg draped over the headrest of the front seat and the other locked around his arm, I feel every bit of a delicious ass pretzel.

Clothes are stripped and limbs get intertwined meanwhile my back is being blown the fuck out. The car shakes violently as Bibby pounds into me and for a second I almost grow concerned at the fact that we may get caught - that is until I feel myself soak the seat beneath us.

Hunching over me to envelop my lips in a sloppy kiss, I grab a hold of his shoulders and drag him closer to me; opening my mouth to let my tongue slither free. Rolling it across his bottom lip, I work my way further down, leaving wet trails in its wake as I suck over the sweet spot beneath his jaw.

A shudder escapes his body which has him rolling his hips into me at the perfect angle and I wrap my legs around his waist, toes clenching at the intimate sensation. Raising above me Bibby pulls away, eyes burning with desire, and reminds me that I should be very careful not to lock my legs around him.

“Babyyy,” I whine. “Don’t be like that, I just want you extra close.”

“Imma be the reason you miss your next period if you don’t stop fucking around,” he growls.

I can’t see for myself in such dim lighting, but if now were ever a time for me to cream I’m sure I just did it. And the fact that I’m egging him on probably doesn’t help.

“You promise?” I ask, eyes glossed over.

And that must’ve set him off, because now he’s driving into me with vigor. My head bumps against the door handle and the ache that's sure to form is a small price to pay if it means I can cum for a third time tonight.

Being the expert of my body that he is, Bibby takes his thumb and presses it against my clit applying maximin fucking pleasure. The howl I let out is sure to give us away, but the way my head starts to spin I couldn’t care less.

Coupled with his reckless pounding, I'm surprised this car is still sitting on four tires at this point and before I know it, my legs lock up around his hips and my body goes stiff as I hit the height of my climax. My vision goes black for a few concerning seconds as stars float behind my lids. But it’s only until I feel Bibbys warm spend splatter my walls do I come down from my high.

He’s mumbling something in my ear that I can’t quite make out, though the only thing on my mind is picking out baby names. A heavy drowsiness washes over me but before I can close my eyes, a sliver of light from underneath the doorway shines through the dark garage and my slowing heart rate picks up in speed.

With Bibby's face craned beside mine, leaving behind slobbery kisses, he’s unaware of my line of vision. But the creak of the door opening has him whipping his head backward, panic quickly setting in his features as we both scramble up and into the seats.