“Does it look like I give a damn?”
He tilted his head and inhaled deeply.
My phone vibrated in my purse. I stuck my hand inside, removing it. Roulette’s name appeared on the screen. I turned around, not interested in the denial I knew was coming from Ishmael.
“Hello?”
His body pressed against mine. His hands pushed my dress up my body.
“Just making sure you made it home safely, babe.”
“We’re worried!”
“Your man came to get you. I know that’s the fuck right.”
“I–”
Ishmael pulled my thong aside. We were both drenched, my panties and I.
“Put that pussy on him, tonight. Tomorrow is not promised,” Roulette slurred.
“Twin!” Tiana yelled.
He slid into me with ease, forcing both hands against the hood of the car. Its warmth fought against the November chill.
“Fuuuuck.”
I lowered my cell onto the car, ending the call in the process. Ishmael’s body was against mine. He straightened my spine. His lips rested against my ear. His hand snacked up my dress, grabbing ahold of my nipple. He squeezed.
“Uhhhhhh.”
“This what the fuck you been wanting, my baby?”
“Uhhhhhh.”
“This why you acting up?”
He pushed me forward, taking hold of my hair. Stepping back, slightly, he gave our bodies the room they required.
Forward.
He drove into me.
Backward.
He retracted.
“I missed this pussy,” he groaned.
Backward.
Forward.
“Yesssssss.”
Backward.
Forward.
