Yours (King's Town, #3)

by Shon

“If I’m around, you don’t touch your wallet. I don’t care what it is, just know that I got it because I got you.

Period. Now that's a Black king right there.

“I don’t say it when I address other women because those other women aren’t you.”

I just liked sharing space with her. Even if it was one hour a week. Even if it was across the room. And when I walked in her house earlier and saw some of the recommendations I’d given her at the top of her stack, it made a nigga feel good.

“If you don’t like what we’re doing, we can stop. But don’t feed me the same lies that some motherfucker who couldn’t handle you fed you.”

You know any man that fumbled you was a fucking clown, right? That shit has nothing to do with you.”

“You’re fucking amazing at this. And I won’t stop telling you that until you know that shit like you know your name.”

“If you can still remember how many, then I haven’t done my job. I want you cumming until you lose count, mama.”

“America barely fucks with my Black ass. Fuck I wanna go to another country and experience racism in a different language for?”

“I’m just saying I don’t expect anything.” “You should.”

Because you not getting rid of me anytime soon. I’m not going anywhere. You going somewhere?”

Nope

There was something about a man who didn’t mind feeding me that would always sit right with me. It was a requirement I didn’t even realize was on my checklist until Bash so effortlessly ticked the box.

You deserve whatever the fuck you want in this life, and I plan to give it to you.

A version of me that craved nonstop disrespectful sex from a man I knew would never actually disrespect me.

This the one.