“I thought you was cold,” he whispered against her lips.
“I was.”
“This fat ass pussy ain’t cold though,” Logic groaned, lightly tapping her lips under the water. “When you gimme this pussy-” He kissed her. “I'm going to go fucking crazy, you know that, right?” His finger slipped into her. “I’m going to lose my mind in this gushy ass pussy, baby girl. Are you ready for that?” He massaged her clitoris. “Are you ready for me to own this pussy?” Logic questioned, pushing his fingers further into her. “Tell me what I gotta do to make her talk?” He asked, his thumb firmly pressed against her clitoris. “Tell me what you like.”
“Hm.” Tyler’s head fell on his shoulder. His fingers exploring her insides felt so good that she started grinding on them.
“This pussy stubborn like you?” Logic questioned.
“Lo, you out here?” Spice called out in the dark.
“Yea, here I come,” he answered her as his fingers slipped from Tyler’s pussy. “Tell your brother and sister to get ready. We about to dip.”
“Ok.” She walked away.
Completely turned on, Tyler grabbed Logic’s beard and pulled his mouth to hers. Passionately, she sucked on his tongue until he slowly pulled back.
“Yea-” Logic rubbed his thumb across her pouty lips. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”
Chapter Eighteen
“Oh shit,” Amber moaned as Dexter thrust into her from behind. He gripped her waist tightly to keep her from running, but Dexter didn’t know what the fuck she was running from because he couldn’t feel shit. Dexter knew his eight-inch dick was a beast, but the first time he slid inside Amber, he started questioning himself. Amber’s pussy was loose, and not just regular, been fucking hella niggas loose. Her shit was blew the fuck out and her head was garbage. Amber spent more time spitting on his dick versus sucking the muthafucka and that shit annoyed him. When he tried to stuff it down her throat, Amber started choking like she was about to cough up a lung.
“You gone cum on this dick?” Dexter uttered, wishing she’d hurry up. Her pussy wasn’t good enough to make him nut, so he was just waiting for her to get her rocks off so he could move the fuck around.
“Yes, I’m going to cum,” Amber cried out, throwing it back a little harder.
At first, she didn’t know why Tyler was always fighting over him, but the moment he bent her over the back seat of hiscar, it all made sense. Dexter’s word play was slick, his hands were fast, and his dick was lethal. Amber swore to God after the studio situation that she’d never fuck with him again, but when he called her to apologize, she forgave him. That same week Dexter asked her out to breakfast, and somewhere between French Toast and orange juice, she found herself getting dicked down in the back of his car. Amber swore Dexter had dope in his dick because after their first time together, she willingly started cashing him out.
“This my pussy?” Dexter asked, wildly smacking her ass.
“Yesss,” Amber moaned.
“And my pussy does whatever I say, right?” He picked up the pace.
“Yessss,” she cried out. “I’ll do whatever you say.” She came on his dick. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
With a grin on his face, Dexter pulled out of Amber and softly hacked up a wad of spit and let it fall on her perfectly sculpted cheeks as if it was his nut. For good measure, Dexter panted as if she knocked the wind out of him.
“That shit hit every time,” he lied, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.
“Don’t I know it.” Amber rolled over on her back.
Reaching for her phone, she took a selfie of her after fuck glow and loaded it to her close friends, followed by a picture of Dexter’s back. Amber knew the message she was sending, but Dexter was hers, and there was no need to hide it.
“Why you always doing shit like this?” Dexter asked, holding up his phone. The picture hadn’t even been on her story for a good two minutes before Bobbi was screenshotting it and sending it to him, followed by a bunch ofyou ain’t shittexts.
“Because I’m grown,” Amber bucked, replying to a few comments.
“You know I just got out of a situation, and I thought we were going to keep our situation under wraps until shit cooled down.”
“I don’t see a reason for us to keep anything under wraps. Your ex is moving how she wants, why can’t we?” Amber asked with an attitude.
“Fuck you talking about?” His ears perked up.
Dexter hadn’t heard from Tyler since he popped up at Shane’s house. She was a complete ghost online, and whenever he called her phone it went straight to voicemail. Dexter even went as far as stalking Logic’s social media pages, but again, there was no Tyler.
“A friend of mine was at a lil shindig in Southwest last week, and from what I heard, ya ex was there all booed up with Lo.”
