CHAPTER ONE
1:37 a.m.
I shoulda been took my ass to sleep, but nah. I was up scrollin’, eyes glued to that damn social media post like a nut. Nyomi was thirst trappin’ again on her fluffy lookin’ bed. Her brown skin had a glow like she bathed in coconut oil and attitude, and she had her white French tip toes in the camera like…
I damn near dropped my phone in my cup of Don.
I’d been pressin’ her heavy for a minute. Real heavy. Reactin’ to everything. Fire emojis. Eye emojis. DMs like:
She left me on read every fuckin’ time, but that never stopped me. Low key, I wanted her to play hard. I needed a challenge to make the kill sweeter. Then… like fate, like the freak gods finally stamped my request, I seen that notification pop up one night wit’ a DM from her.
I booked the damn flight before she could unsend it. Then, I sent her a screenshot of the flight confirmation.
Then, I sent the screenshot of my MyChart info lettin’ her know a nigga was clean and wasn’t playin’ no games. Her reply came through wit' a screenshot of her MyChart info. It was on.
The next day, Nyomi landed in East Hollis, and I pulled up in the black Charger, music thumpin’ low, tryna play it cool when I was geeked as fuck inside. Nyomi walked out the terminal lookin’ bad as fuck in a purple two-piece short set. Thick thighs, soft ass belly I wanted to kiss, legs fordays, and that pretty face wit’ a button nose and long ass lashes flyin’ from her almond shaped eyes.
“Damn…” I muttered without thinkin’ as she slid into the passenger seat. She smelled like cocoa butter, rockin’ a fresh middle part down to her fat ass and a lil’ bit of fuck-you energy.
“Hey,” she laughed. “You’re the same Keon that be in my DMsextraconfident, right? Don’t get fanned out now.”
“A fan?” I grinned. “Baby, you sittin’ next to your future husband and don’t even know it. And call me Knuck.” The ride to the hotel was straight tension. Teasin’. She touched my thigh once and smirked like she didn't do nothin’. When we hit a red light, I turned and looked at her hard. She met my eyes like,what?“You know I’m finna beat the brakes off that pussy, right?”
“I know you better not be all talk. That’s what I know.”
I chuckled and shook my head. She didn't have a clue, but she was gon’ find out soon enough. When we got to room 819 at the telly, Nyomi stepped in and kicked off her slides, not sayin’ a word, just lookin’ ‘round the nice ass room while she set her bag down. Then she turned ‘round slowly, arms folded under them soft ass titties, eyes locked on mine.
“So, what’s up?”
“I’m finna fuck you like you mine,” I said, walkin’ up to her.
“But I’m not yours, love.”
I licked my lips and tilted her chin up. “But you gon’ be.”
I kissed her hard like I’d been starvin’ for her mouth. She melted for half a second, then bit my bottom lip and pushed me back like,don’t get comfortable. Then, she grabbed her bag and walked into the bathroom. But that was all I needed. A green light wrapped in resistance. I ain't even gon’ hold you—as soon as Nyomi stepped out that bathroom in that black mesh lingerie, thighs glistenin’ and nipples pokin’, I knew I was in love.
Her body was sinful, and that walk? That slow, cocky sway of her hips? My dick bricked up on sight. “Damn,” I muttered, eyes locked on her curves. “You put that shitonfor a nigga.”
She smirked. “Don’t flatter yourself. This is just what I relax in.”
“Yeah, aight,” I stood up from the bed, lickin’ my lips, eyes devourin’ her. She laughed and started walkin’ toward the bed, but I caught her hand and spun her straight into me. “You think this shit funny, huh?”
“Uh huh.” She bit her bottom lip and leaned in, brushin’ her mouth across mine. “What are you gonna do about it?”
My lips met hers in a filthy, deep-ass kiss that stole her breath and made her gasp against my mouth. Tongues slid. Teeth clashed. My hands slid down the curve of her ass while hers tugged at the back of my neck. I picked her up, had her legs wrapped around my waist, and lay her down slowly on the bed. I stood at the foot of the mattress, peeled off my shirt and Chrome Hearts jeans, then hooked my fingers in the band of her panties.
“You wet already?”
“I been wet,” she shot back, bold as hell.
“Mmm.” I dragged them down slowly, and her thighs parted just enough to tease. “Say less.”
I dropped to my knees like she was communion and buried my face in her pretty pussy. Tongue lappin’, suckin’, flickin’, nose deep. She moaned loud and messy, hands caressin’ my waves, legs already tremblin’.
“Keon, oh my God…” I sucked on her clit harder and slid two fingers in while I tongue-fucked her slowly. She damn near arched off the bed. “Wait… fuuucckkk! Don’t stop… don’t…” I didn’t. I ate her pussy like I was hungrier than a muthafucka. Kissed it, spit on it, licked her all over until she came wit’ her thighs squeezin’ tight ‘round my head, screamin’ my name. Then she pushed at my head, breathless, legs twitchin’. “Your mouth is disrespectful,” she panted.
I licked my lips, grinnin’. “Wait ‘til you see what this dick do.” I climbed onto the bed, kissed up her stomach, sucked one tit while massagin’ the other. Then I slid my dick between her lips, slow and deep, watchin’ her reaction.
