“No the fuck you not. Hold it like you held her away from me.”
“Xyleek, pleaseeeeeeee,” she whimpered, her soft brown eyes boring into me.
Gahdamn she made it hard to be mad at her. If she was any other woman, her pleas wouldn’t have meant shit to me. With Drek,everythingwas different. Slipping out of her, I spun her around so that we were in the missionary position then jumped right back inside.
“Tell me again what you need,” I smirked, meticulously stroking her swollen pearl with the pad of my thumb.
“Xyleek!”
“Tell me!”
“To…fuckin’…cum!”
“Good girl.”
I bent my head down and sucked on her perfectly pierced nipples while keeping that pressure on her clit. Her walls were contracting like she was about to give birth but really,Iwas about to birth a big ass load of my nut in her walls.
“And I need you to stop fuckin’ playing with me. If you agree to that, I’ll let you cum.”
“I agree! I agree! Oh my…fuck, yes, I agree!” She screamed so loud that I’m sure the women upstairs heard her.
“Perfect,” leaning back to watch the show, I increased my thumb strokes along with my dick strokes. “Go ahead and cumfor me, baby. You know I love watching you make a mess on your dick, so let it go.”
A deep moan erupted from her gut as her entire body shook violently and fluid sprayed everywhere. At the exact time she was releasing, I was doing the same thing and struggling to keep a straight face. I didn’t want her to know I’d nutted in her our first time back together. She’d kill me, but I damn sure planned to keep doing it from here on out until she got pregnant with my seed.
Chapter Two
Dreka
“You want to tell me how you and Xy ended up back together?” My God-sister, Makenna a.k.a Ken, walked straight into my office without knocking.
My eyebrows almost turned into a unibrow. “What?”
“I know you’re still grieving Akil’s death, but does that mean go back to Xy?” She took a seat, placing her Birkin in the other unoccupied chair.
“Ken,” I chuckled, closing my Macbook because it was clear I wasn’t getting any more work done. “Xy and I aren’t back together.”
“That’s not what the blogs seem to think,” she pushed her iPhone across my desk.
I already knew what was on the screen before I picked her phone up. When people saidXyleek Chambers,they may as well have been putting President in front of it because his name stayed in the headlines like it was his paid job. If someone wasn’t recording him hopping out of his bulletproof trucks with his bodyguards, then they were snapping photos of him with whatever bitch he was with for the day. Last night, I just sohappened to be that bitch, so I wasn’t surprised it was plastered all over the Internet.
“The blogs think any bitch Xy is with is his newitgirl. I can’t control the Internet’s narrative, Ken,” I pushed her phone back in her direction without even looking at it.
“No, butyoucan control who you open your legs and heart to,” she kept it real like always. “Honey, I do not wanna see you get bulldozed by the Xy train again. I know you’ll always have love for him, given y’all’s history but…let him go.”
I laughed at the desperation in her voice. “Ken, there’s nothing really going on with us. We’re still friends, so I can’t help if there’s always a camera out when we go somewhere.”
“He waskissingyou in the picture, D.”
“So?” I shrugged, trying to keep my irritation at bay.
“Probably after having his mouth on another girl’s pussy. Was the public humiliation the first time not enough?”
Gritting my teeth, I rolled my eyes because I didn’t need to be reminded of that time in my life. I went throughhellwith Xyleek while he was constantly cheating on me.
He wasn’t the average embarrassing nigga. He was a well-known embarrassing nigga with money, which made everything he did ten times worse. At the age of fifteen, Xy started hustling, and he did that shit with a certain meticulousness. He wasn’t like most teenaged boys who had hoop dreams. Nah, Xy had street dreams, and he learned and studied the game like an NFL coach.
By seventeen, Xy was calling major plays and running multiple crews of niggas. His name rang heavy in the streets, and as his woman, mine did too, whether I wanted it to or not. At the tender age of twenty-two, Xyleek had already reached kingpin status. The nigga was flying out to Peru and Colombia to take meetings with cartel bosses who just had to see who this young nigga was that had the streets buzzing. Half of the product that came into the US was stamped by Xy Chambers and becausehe’d built connections with government officials, politicians, and everyone else, no one batted an eye.
