I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back, and bent forward so that my mouth was next to her ear. “I can’t fuck you like I hate you because I’ve loved you for too long.” I bit into the side of her neck and then sucked on the flesh. “But I can fuck you like I love you, and that shit is going to be so much better.” I let her head go, then pulled back and slammed into her. Yale’s knees started to buckle, and I grabbed onto her waist to keep her in position. “I waited years on top of fucking years to have you like this.” I laughed humorlessly and shook my head. “And you talking about fuck you like I hate you?” I smacked her ass then rubbed the sting away. “The fuck kind of nigga do you think I am, huh?” When she didn’t answer me, I reached around her and tapped at her clit. “I asked you a fuckin’ question, Yale. Answer me!”
“I don’t know!” she moaned and dropped her head. She was doing a good job of fucking me back, but I wanted more. Iwanted it all. The moans, whimpers, and cries of passion. I wanted the sounds of her pleasure to echo through my fucking house, even when we were done and it was a new day.
“Nah, that’s a fucking lie,” I taunted her as I moved faster. “You knew exactly what kind of nigga I was from jump, which is why you kept me around.” I stopped tapping at her clit and grabbed her hair to make her look at me. “Tell me the kind of nigga you thought I was.”
“I don’t know!”
“You are fuckin’ lying right now, and I don’t like that shit,” I said, shaking my head. I used my free hand to push her shoulders down and give me better access to her pussy. “If you want to lie, then cool, I’ll fuck you til you tell me the damn truth.”
“Am-”
“Nah, move your fucking hand,” I said, letting her hair go to grab her arms and pin them behind her back. “You got me fucked up.”
“Fuck!” she moaned and shook her head. I could feel her pussy starting to spasm, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wasn’t letting up until she answered my question. “Am-Am-Am.”
“Stutter your ass into another lie, Yale, I don’t give a fuck,” I said, keeping pace. Her first orgasm hit her, but I fucked her through it. “All this could be over if you just told the truth. What kind of nigga did you think I was? One that was going to play about you?” I shook my head. “Nah, that couldn’t be it because I ain’t ever played about you. From fucking day one, I let that shit be known.”
“I know,” she whined, and I chuckled. “I know.”
“Then answer my question!” I demanded as I fucked her harder. Her pussy was so wet that her juices splashed against my stomach. “What kind of nigga do you think I am?”
“You’re… oh shit, I’m about to cum again,” she moaned, and I nodded. I was tapping her G-spot every time I pushed into her.She bucked against my hold, but I wasn’t letting her go. “Fuck, Am!”
“Answer my question, and I’ll end this shit,” I taunted even though I was lying. I would end this round, but this wouldn’t be the last time we did this. We had a fucking lifetime to go. “What kind of nigga did you think I was?” She shook her head, and all I could do was laugh. This shit was about to be handled right fucking now. I let her wrist go, and she tried to grab the bench, but I pulled her back and out of her pussy. Yale stood, and I walked around her to pick her up. My dick was jumping to get back inside of her, so I adjusted her in my arms and pushed into her.
“Oh shit,” she moaned and rested her head against my shoulder.
“Let me tell you the type of nigga I am,” I said as I fucked her as I stood in the middle of the sauna. “I’m the nigga that you should’ve never let have this access to you.” My lips brushed the shell of her ear. Yale’s nails dug into my shoulders, and she whimpered. “I’m the nigga that’s going to war over you.” I chuckled as I slowed my strokes.
Chapter sixteen
Yale
The sound of a phone ringing pulled me from my sleep, but I didn’t move. The warmth I felt was intoxicating and addictive. The ringing stopped only to start up again, and I groaned in frustration. I pushed the covers from my face and picked up my phone from the end table next to the bed and swiped the screen.
“Hello?”
“Where the fuck are you?” Quincy yelled. I moved the phone from my face to look at the screen. “Hello? Yale?”
“I’m here,” I said, moving the phone back to my ear. “Why are you calling my phone?”
“Where the fuck are you?” he questioned again, and I shook my head. He never called me, hell, I didn’t even know he had my number. “We have a family emergency!”
“What’s wrong?” I jumped from the bed and looked around for something to put on. This wasn’t my house, but I had enoughclothes here to think that I lived here. I walked to the closet and grabbed the first pair of jeans and T-shirt I saw. I moved quickly back into the bedroom and went to the dresser to get a pair of panties and a bra. “Quincy? What happened?”
“Just get to the fucking house!” he yelled and hung up.
I quickly got dressed, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and requested an Uber. After I was done, I went back to the room, put on my shoes from the previous night, and left. When I got to the living room, I found Am sitting on the couch in ball shorts, his hair hanging loose. He took a pull of his blunt and smirked.
“Where are you going?” he asked. His eyes were dark and low.
“It’s an emergency, and I need to go,” I answered, and he nodded. “This wasn’t the plan.” I don’t know why I said the last part, but I wanted him to know. I wasn’t leaving because I regretted what we’d done. I felt everything but regret.
“You think it wasn’t?” he questioned as he stood. “Or you think that it’s exactly that?”
“What do you mean?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Nothing,” he chuckled as he approached me. He wrapped his hand around my throat and tilted my head up to make me look at him. My hand went to his wrist, and I whimpered softly. This man had touched me a million times before, but now it felt different. “How are you getting to where you need to go?”
