Inside the venue, I wondered why Sienna and I received curious glances. It wasn’t because we looked good as fuck. Rather, it was Courtland being there with another NBA player. Trazon Beverly didn’t play for the Jets, but he was from Atlanta. He came to the galas every year. The fact that he was with Courtland didn’t faze me. She was his problem, and as long as they left us be, everything would remain cordial.
The night was spent having dinner, a few drinks, and a few meaningless conversations. All I could concentrate on was getting Sienna home so that I could give her some proper dick. Every second I got, my dick was inside her.
Sometime later, I purposely gave Trazon the space to approach me. He and Court had been staring at me and Sienna for the better part of the evening. He had something to get off his chest. Inwardly grinning, I was surprised he got the balls to finally approach me.
“What’s good?” he asked.
“Nothin’ much.” Our interaction would be front and center on the internet. Too many people were concerned about us being so close to each other. Sienna saw me, and her shoulders squared in concern. Smiling at her, I hoped it eased her mind.
“You gotta chill on my girl,” Trazon stated.
I smirked. “I chilled on her a few years ago. If she’s tellin’ you something different, I encourage you to try her…not me.”
“Look, I’on want shit to get ugly,” he countered.
“Ugly?” I chuckled in his face.
“Yeah, ugly,” he confirmed. “Whatever y’all had goin’ on is over. All she wants is to see her daughter. If you can’t be a man and give her that, you a sorry-ass nigga.”
Something inside me snapped. I moved closer to Trazon and grilled his muthafuckin’ ass.
“Didn’t I just tell yo’ ass to try her and not me? If you call ya’self checkin’ me, don’t get ya fuckin’ tonsils knocked outbehind a woman who doesn’t even have custody of her kid. Shewillinglydidn’t fight for her daughter. Between you and me, she wanted to aborther daughter. The same daughter she pretends to wanna see. Also, between you and me, it took three niggas before I was determined to be my child’s father.” I cocked my head to let that sink in. “Courtland is a beautiful woman. But don’t let her get you on my bad side off some bullshit.”
Something tingled in my spine, causing me to scan the room. Sienna was headed my way.
Trazon glanced away. “Just watch how you talk to her.”
“I’on gotta watch shit but some highlight reels. You better ask Court about me. This NBA shit can go to hell before I let a nigga play wit’ me.”
“Babe.” Sienna stepped in between us. Her hand touched my jaw. “You ready to go home?”
Peering down at my woman, I kissed her glossed lips. “Yeah, Baby. Ain’t shit goin’ on here. Right?” I asked Trazon.
He cleared his throat and chuckled.
“That’s what I thought,” I stated.
Shit. Every-fucking-body was trying me, and all I was trying to do was stay out of trouble for my woman’s sake. This shit was getting difficult. The holidays needed to hurry and be over so I could get back to beating a nigga’s ass without fear of my lady giving me the silent treatment.
CHAPTER 21
SIENNA
“Deeper,”IbeggedSynder.
He was already too deep, but I was a glutton for his pleasure pain. Plus, I loved to hear him moan in agonizing torture. Just a few days of this man’s dick, and I was hooked. There were no sweet thoughts when I thought about what we did in the bed. It was nasty shit. Shit that I never knew I’d let someone do to me.
To think, this all started because I wanted to test my deep-throating skills. His nut nearly choked me, but I left him comatose. This was how he woke me up. Now, I was on my face, ass in the air, fighting for breath, with my man behind me,rubbing and smacking on my booty. I was sweaty, and so was he. This was our second time around in so many hours.
“This my shit?” he asked.
“Yes, Baby!” I panted, ready for him to make me fly.
“Cum wit’ me, Sienna!” he demanded while helping me meet his deathly strokes. Instantly, I came, showering him. This was the best part. He flew with me and chanted my name repeatedly as he filled my pussy.
Sometime later, I awoke to something dripping down my chin and spilling onto my titties. Synder stood on the side of the bed, dripping champagne over me.
“Mornin’, Baby,” he drawled.
