Ethic 3

by Ashley Antoinette

press the brakes, she was getting fucked tonight,

“I ain’t gotta put pressure on you for that. I already got that,” he said.

“You fed me last night, it’s my turn to feed you.”

He was a whole whore out here in these streets.

“At least somebody want a nigga,” Ethic mumbled.

“Not a

mu’fucking thing with my nigga in the next room,” Messiah said. “With ya loud-ass.”

was one of those people who wanted to be invited because it let her know that people hadn’t forgotten her, but she didn’t really want to show up.

“I’m going to offer an explanation because I care about what you think, but one isn’t owed, Lenika. You don’t want me. She does. She always will, but she can’t have me because now I want you, but I fucked that up. You can’t turn me away then get upset because the next woman won’t. When I’m with you, I’m with you, but I’m not with you. You won’t give me you.”

“Fuck options. Fuck the bullshit. Fuck her. She’s not a threat. She’s a friend that I kept time with, briefly, before you. I want you. Now, what you gon’ do with that information? I want to eat your pussy on top of this countertop and move your things in, in the morning. You ready? What’s up? Because you can’t say no to those things but demand answers when you see me

with another woman.”

If you’re my woman, put that shit right here in front of me. Let me put my face in it whenever I want. Let me have you whenever I need because I’m in need. Of you. Not her. Ask away! Then, let’s quit bullshitting and go upstairs so I can climb inside you, ma, because I’m dying to get inside you. Damn, you don’t even know.”

“You’re good. You’re something. With your dick print and your dirty mouth and your…all this!” He had her bothered, as she pointed out the brilliance that was Ethic. The undeniable grandeur of his manhood. He was so fine, and he was talking so nasty and it was so uncharacteristic of him. It was hard to stay focused…to stay angry.

“All that slick shit you popping, all this yelling…all this poisonous energy…” She pulled her face away. He manipulated it back to him, as he looked down the bridge of his nose at her. “Stop. It ain’t you. It’s what I’ve turned you into. Go back to who you were. I love you in any form, but I’m not particularly fond of this one.” Alani calmed in his arms, but she closed her eyes in embarrassment. “Look at me.” She did. “She was before you,” Ethic stated, honestly. “Nobody since you.”

“Keep your head in the game, Miss,” he whispered, as he licked his lips and maneuvered around her.

Sweatpants, dick print, and shirtless. Tattoos over skin so dark she almost couldn’t see them; frown lines in his forehead, as he wondered about her haste. She crossed the room with urgency, tossing her arms around his neck, causing him to stumble backward. He let the bed catch his fall.

Loving her was the most potent thing he had ever felt.

she gasped when she noticed the black ink scribbled on the left side of his chest. Two names had been permanently etched on his skin. LOVE ALANI.

“Let me back in here,” he said, placing a finger on her chest. “And here.” He lifted the finger to her temple. “Before I get back in here.” Ethic’s hand slid up her thigh, as he rubbed her clit.

“She miss me?” he questioned.

Ethic pressed his body into her and she gasped as his hardness teased her. She reached for him, rubbing his erection through his shorts. “I can’t be with you the way that you want me to. All I can give you is my body, and if that ain’t enough…”

“This shit is good, but I want all of you. Every part.” He circled her clit with his calloused thumb, while inserting two, thick fingers inside her.

He worked his fingers, curling them as he slid them in and out of her center. She was gushing onto his hand and his dick was brick.

Since the

first time she wet his dick, he knew that he would crave her forever. Sex with her was just different. It was a spiritual connection that transcended the physical. He felt her soul cum when she reached her peak. Alani was on soak for him and he wanted to drown in her. He nee...

Ethic licked her off his fingers and Alani’s mouth fell open in shock. She had never noticed his tongue before. She suddenly wanted to sit on his face

and ride that tongue until she came.

He drew her into his embrace and she melted. “You promise?” “On Love,” he answered. She knew he meant it. He had put it on their dead son.

“You can text me or I can follow you. Your pick, but if you’re persistent about walking out of here this late, I need to know you made it,” he said. “I’ll text,”

He nodded, smirking, as his dick responded to her authority. Alani was unlike any other woman he had ever experienced. “I swear you begging me to fuck you, Lenika. That shit, that sexy, bossy shit you do…” He shook his head and bit his lip. “Good night,” Ethic said, as he finessed his beard and shook his head. “Go home while I feel like letting you.”

ETHIC I’m here. You’re there. That ain’t home at all.

Nazim.