East was now guiding Joi by the waist through her tiny studio apartment toward the bathroom. “Because she got mad that I was looking at your pictures online and said you were gonna get bored with me. I told her to kiss my ass.” Joi turned to face East after they entered her bathroom and he chuckled at the hard look she gave.
“You told her to kiss your ass?” he questioned, not seeing Joi as the type. She was too laid back most of the time.
“Well I didn’t say exactly that, but I told her she needed to own her shit and stop worrying about mine.”
East unzipped the dress she wore and pushed it off her shoulders, watching it fall to the floor, leaving only black lace panties in place. When Joi turned to face him again, she had a frown etched on her face. “You’re not going to get tired of me, are you?”
Hell nah, especially not with this damn body.
“No, take those off.”
“You might?” Joi pushed her panties down her body while East tested the shower water and removed the sleep pants that covered his lower half. Reaching for Joi, he guided them both inside, walking her under the steamy spray, angling her head back enough for him to reach her lips.
“I won’t, fuck Ria and what she thinks.”
A goofy smile eased onto Joi’s face but disappeared when East’s mouth covered hers. His hand eased into her hair, cuffing the back of her head and Joi got lost in him like always. She wasn’t even concerned about the fact that her silk press was being ruined.
By the time the two washed and were on her bed, East had his head between Joi’s thighs, his arms positioned under her thighs so his hands held firmly to her sides to keep her just where he wanted her. With every swipe of his tongue, Joi sobered from the alcohol and became high off East. The way he handled her body was blissful, heavenly, erotic, and sinful. She loved every minute of it while East took pleasure in sending Joi over the edge. While she plummeted from the high, East wasted no time slamming into her. Most days he was calculated about his approach, but tonight, he was chasing his own high. The second Joi stepped into her apartment, East knew tonight was about fucking.
With his knees pressed into the bed and Joi’s legs open wide while he repeatedly slammed into her, East made sure she feltevery inch and the hoarse, throaty moans and pleas for mercy were proof she did.
Joi felt like her body was going to shut down on her. The way East drilled into her sent waves of pleasure to places Joi didn’t know existed.Maybe it’s the liquor. Before Joi could confirm or deny, she came so hard that her body lifted from the bed, only to return when East delivered another fatal stroke he held deep inside her until she reached the end of her orgasm. He showed no mercy in the least. He wasn’t finished yet. Instead of easing up, East went right back to deep stroking Joi in a way that had her mind and body floating again. He kept that pace until he released, falling onto the bed to regroup. His dick was still pulsing from being inside of Joi, which had him laughing and covering his face with a folded arm.
“Laughing after sex is not a compliment,” Joi mumbled from her position next to him. East quickly grabbed her up and positioned Joi on his chest.
“It’s definitely a compliment, shawty, but you’ll have to take my word for it.”
East was amused by how he was so addicted to Joi. Everything about her. Not just the sex but everything. Her showing up drunk, looking sexy with her goofy ass grin, talking about the possibility of him getting tired of her, made him want to fuck that thought right up out of her. It wasn’t going to happen. He would never get tired of her.
“Fuck that dumb ass girl.” East’s voice had Joi frowning.
“What are you talking about?”
“You said ol’ girl told you I would get tired of you and I’m telling you fuck her dumb ass. This right here, you and me, isn’t the type of thing you get tired of. I want you. All of you. I can’t even make sense of it, but trust me, you’ll be tired of me before I’m tired of you. And when you are? Fuck how you feel cause I still not going anywhere.”
East’s expression was serious, which had Joi smiling.
“So fuck my feelings?”
East smirked and nodded. “If they involve you trying to be without me, then hell yeah. Fuck them shits.”
“Thank you.” Joi leaned down and kissed him.
“For?”
“For being selfish about my feelings because fuck yours too if they involve being without me.”
East laughed and lifted his head to kiss Joi again. If it meant them staying together, then he was going to be a selfish ass muthafucker forever, and that was his word.
36
“You good?” East kissed Joi’s neck, pulling her closer to his side while he waited for her response. Her eyes moved around the club a few more times before she nodded, looking up at him.
“I’m fine. This place is just too damn pretty to be a strip club. It’s nothing like the ones I’ve been to.”
East’s smirked and looked down at Joi, curious about her statement. “You go to strip clubs?”
“I’ve been to some.”
