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That smile made me wanna thank his mama, his daddy, and his dentist.
I already told you the night we
met what I was on when it came to you. You need to hear it again?”
“You got my undivided attention and it’s gonna stay that way as long as you want it.”
Never in my life had I experienced a kiss that hypnotizing. That mind-numbing. That addicting.
“Eyes on me, baby.” I grasped her chin, directing her gaze back to me. “I need you to look at me so I can see how good it feels when I make you cum on my dick.”
“Don’t play with me, Zariah. I’m not letting you get into some random nigga’s car at three o’clock in the morning.”
“It’s okay to admit that something bothered you, Z.” Gabe stood up straighter, giving me space that I didn’t want. “But don’t you ever open your pretty ass mouth again to tell me I’m not yours.” Well, shit. “Do I make myself clear?”
I wanted to memorize every stroke of his palm, every turn of his wrist and every well-timed tug he made as he got closer to the tip. I wanted to remember every tightening of his fist just so I could replicate it in the future. I wanted to know every button to push so that I could throw him into ecstasy, too.
Jesus. I was gonna marry this man off the strength of his tongue alone.
“Shit. Say that again. Tell me how good I make you feel when I stretch this tight pussy out.”
Through it all, he’d always told me to forget the noise because those would be the same people watching me from the sidelines later.
Years had passed and every word he’d spoken over my life had turned into my reality. I was young, gifted, and Black.
I reared back, looking at him like he’d grown three heads. My man was a lot of things—the list was long and mouthwatering—but ugly wasn’t one of them.
Why would I tell him anything just so he could scare off the only man who’d been able to make me cum? I think the fuck not.
keep telling you I’m not somebody you can pick a petty fight with. I love you too much. We talk shit out over here. If I fucked up, communicate it so I can fix it.”
“This what you needed, right? For me to fuck this attitude out of you?”
“Yes,” she sobbed, letting her head fall to the cool countertop while she adjusted to my stroke. “Then why you running? You wanna fight? Let that shit out on my dick.”
I swear my brothers loved pointing out my occasional tardiness. Instead of just enjoying my presence for the gift that it was, they had to point out the petty shit.
So many times he claimed I was his peace. But he was my sanctuary. My safe place. My solace. Oh, and he was nasty as fuck. I loved that shit.
“Why do you sound surprised? You know I’ve wanted to meet your brothers but kept my distance
for your sake. I need them to know you not dealing with some throw-away nigga.”
“Come on my dick like the good girl you are then, Z.”
Her body froze. Her breath hitched and an almost inaudible cry touched my ears. “Aw, fuck.” And because she was a good girl…because she listened so damn well, she came all over my dick and pushed me into my orgasm too.
