“Fuuuck! Knuck! I can’t—”
He looked up, mouth glistening, eyes dark. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, then shifted me down and kissed me slowly again, making me taste myself on his lips. “You ready for some dick now?” I nodded, breathless. He slid in deep, slow and full, until we were chest to chest, hearts syncing. Long strokes. Eyes locked. “You feel this?” he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. “This ain’t just sex, Nyomi. Let a nigga in.”
I tried not to cry. I did. But he moved so deep, so soft, so… powerful, it cracked something open inside me. “I hate how good this feels,” I whispered.
“Ilovehow good this shit feels,” he replied, kissing my lips, my neck, my shoulder. “I loveyou.”
What the fuck?I didn’t say it back, but I kissed him harder. And when I came again, wrapped around him like my body forgot all the rules I was trying to make, he stroked through it, whispering promises he wasn’t supposed to make.
“I promise a nigga will do you right, baby,” he said over and over. He pulled out, cumming with an animalistic growl. Afterwards, I curled up on his chest, too tired to move or speak. His fingers traced my back in lazy circles. “I ain't lettin’ you go,” he whispered into my hair.
I didn’t answer. Because even though Ishould’vetold his crazy ass to leave… Even though I knew better… I felt good in his arms. And that was the part that scared me the most.
Chapter Five
Nyomi was still asleep when I woke up. Her leg was tossed across my thigh, lips parted. Skin warm against mine like we was molded together in her soft ass girly bed. The sun peeked through her blinds, lightin’ her face just enough for me to stare like a nigga who ain't had no business feelin’ shorty this deep. I could still smell last night on the sheets. Her pussy. Her breathy little moans when I kissed her slowly, like she was mine. And she was. Even if she didn’t say it. Even if she wasn’treadyto say it.
I leaned in and kissed her shoulder softly. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” I muttered against her skin.
She groaned. “Knuck, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please don’t start. I got shit to do. Real-life things.”
I sat up, smilin’. “Cool. I’ll cancel all that shit for you.”
She rolled over, hair wild, eyes half open. “You don’t cancel my schedule. Get up, get dressed, and go.”
I blinked. “Oh. So that’s how you do me after last night?”
She threw a pillow at me. “Keon!”
I caught it wit' a grin, leaned back on her headboard. “You ain't even gon’ cook for me or nothin’? Not even a lil’ thank you for the dick that snatched your soul?”
She stood up, wrapped in a satin robe, lookin’ like a goddess wit' nothin’ but attitude. “Keon, we talked about this. I don’t want all of this. You keep acting like we’re a couple. You gottastop.Just be normal.”
I stared at her for a beat. I could tell she meant that shit. Her voice was firm, but that robe was slidin’ off her shoulder like temptation, and she had thatafter dick glowI couldn’t ignore. I stood up, pulled on my briefs, and walked over slowly. “You know what I hear when you say all that?”
“What?”
“That you hungry. You’re not yourself.” Nyomi opened her mouth to argue, but I kissed her on the forehead and snatched my clothes up. “I’m finna order breakfast and then go shower and change. You better be dressed when I come back ‘cause I’m spoilin’ you today whether you want it or not.”
She stared at me like I was the craziest nigga alive. I laughed and just winked as I left.
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An hour and a half later, we were sittin’ in my rental truck wit’ a full day ofmeon the agenda.
“You’re really not gonna let me say no, huh?” she asked, snatchin’ her sunglasses off. She looked and smelled good as fuck, wearin’ a yellow sundress that dipped low in the front. Titties on display. She knew what the fuck she was doin’ to a nigga.
“I don’t take no from women I done had screamin’ into pillows.”
Her eyes bulged. “You’re really crazy.”
“You love it here,” I smirked, pullin’ off. “Tell me somethin’ ‘bout you I don’t know,” I said, watchin’ her pout from the passenger seat.
Nyomi rolled her eyes like I wasn’t deadass serious. “Like what?”
