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"Remove your hand from the door, Tru. When you are in my presence, there will never be a door you open yourself. Don't touch another handle."
If she's not trying to hide in my bushes, playing nineties RnB through a speaker once we are done, I didn't do my job.
"I heard what you said. I decided not to listen." I flash her a smile. "That's okay. You'll learn that lesson before the night is over. You can bet that."
I say, "I hope you know if you let me slide between your legs, you not going nowhere."
That shit she talking has me riled up. She thinks I'm playing with her fine ass, but I can always show her better than I can tell her.
His gaze has turned predatory, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited at the prospect of my soul getting snatched from the back of my pussy.
"Any time I nut will be inside you. Whether it be your pretty ass mouth or what I know will be that tight lil' pussy between your legs."
Men don't often make noise during sex and I, for one, go feral for a man comfortable enough with himself to show his pleasure vocally.
Choice mutters, "I'm going to take care of you in all the ways you crave. Would you like that?" I nod my head because words have escaped me. "Words, Tru." "Y-yes. I would like that."
"This pussy too good to let another nigga get a taste. I'm putting a claim on this shit."
"Don't hide shit from me. I'm admiring your body and how well you tend to her. I'm not staring for no other reason besides you are gorgeous as fuck and I wonder what I did right to get a chance to be in your atmosphere. I'm staring because I'm so enamored with how you look I want to commit every detail to memory."
"I know you not fuckin' runnin' from this dick," he growls. Choice starts to stroke me deeper, causing my body to tense. "Why you wanna play with me, huh? This what you wanted, so stop tryna take my pussy from me."
Looking at me, he says "I'ma treat you like a princess out in public, but inside these walls, I'ma fuck you like a slut. You good with that?" I could do nothing but nod my head as words escaped me yet again. I couldn't form words to save my life right now. He's delivering death strokes, making me take every bit of power and strength he gave behind each one.
"I can't help but want to lift you up. Make you feel good about yourself regardless of what other niggas may have put in your head. I'm on a mission to rearrange all that shit so you believe you are the Queen around this bitch. You should accept and act as nothing less. You will stand on your own ground and command respect from me and anybody else in your path because you deserve it."
This man loves me so deeply another man couldn't dream of making me feel the way he does. I got the once-in-a-lifetime chance to love him because of our love for coffee and really, I wouldn't have it any other way.
