“I think you and this pussy aren’t on the same page,” Relic murmured between eating, reading her mind. “You hate me, but she’s wet as fuck like she loves daddy. Which is it, Larenn?”
“Shut the hell up talking to me, Relic.”
He chuckled before rolling his tongue up and down her dripping slit, taunting her with slow circles on her clit before putting her out of her misery and slurping her bud back into his mouth. Her moans bouncing off the shower walls caused his dick to throb, and he fisted it, squeezing his shaft as he sucked her pussy and peered up to see her face. He almost busted a nut at those sable eyes he loved trained on him, enjoying the show.
“Tell me how good I’m eating this pussy, so I can cum with you,” he muttered, jerking off while his tongue swam in her wetness before refocusing on her rock-hard clit.
“You don’t deserve to nut,” she back talked between panting. Before he could retort, she held his face with both hands and twirled her pussy over his mouth.
The groan Relic emitted caused her eyes to shut and her walls to contract as she bucked on his face, fucking his skillful tongue that he flattened, stiffened, and then rolled to match her hasty pace. Her hips gyrated out of control as the euphoric feeling he summoned with deftness crept up, snatching her breath and putting an arch in her back while she tried to hold it in, hating to give him the satisfaction of making her cum so damn fast.
“Don’t do that, baby,” Relic said, tapping his fingers against her spot like he was sending morse code that only her pussy understood. “Don’t be stingy. Feed me, Larenn. Leave daddy with something to think about while you’re gone.”
“I swear, I hate you so fucking bad!”
Her half-hearted declaration came with a release that sent her lurching forward, clenching his shoulders as her body shuddered from the frustrating pleasure. Relic kept his lips sealed around her clit, forcing Kennedy to breathe through it and take that shit since he needed to leave her with something to think about, too. An orgasm that would make her second guess handing over her pussy to her ex-lover. His dick shriveled at the mere thought.
He unlatched his mouth from her clit before standing to help her regain her balance as she pushed out fractured breaths. Relic cupped her chin and went for her lips, but she turned her head, so his mouth met her cheek instead.
“Cute.”
“Whatever, and I’m not about to fuck you, so can you get out and let me shower? Thanks.” Kennedy turned her back to him and stepped under the water.
As fast as her nut left, her cold shoulder returned, and Relic didn’t attempt to thaw her out. He exited the shower and left her to her bitchy mood because if he stayed while his mind wondered about her refusing sex, he’d overreact and ruin the sliver of a chance they had at reconciling once she came to her senses. So, he did a thing he rarely did, if ever.
Relic let her have it and walked away.
“I don’t wantto go home yet, Relic. Why can’t I hang with you?”
Relic lifted his eyes from his phone to glance at Jahleel in the passenger seat, who stared back with his expression pinched and his mouth full of greasy burger from the fast-food spot they were sitting outside of. He’d picked his son up after school to spend quality time together since he was working on doing better as a father. Had Relic known he’d get the third degree for his impromptu effort; he would’ve saved it for a day he didn’t have additional obligations to tend to.
“Stop talking with food in your mouth,” he chastised, making Jahleel’s frown deepen. “I’m meeting with one of my artists, and I don’t want you there in case people try to sneak pictures since we’ll be in public.”
Jahleel swallowed before asking, “So, you don’t want people to see me with you?”
“No. I barely want them to see me, but it’s part of the business. The more I can keep my personal life separated from that bullshit, the better.”
“If you don’t like it, then why are you doing it?”
“The money.” It was as simple as that to Relic, so he didn’t elaborate.
Jahleel nodded like he understood before sipping his drink while his dad resumed staring at the phone glued to his hand. In curiosity, Jahleel craned his neck to check the name on the text thread before he smiled.
“You still ain’t talk to Ms. Kennedy yet?”
Relic whipped his head around so fast that he caught a crook in his neck. “How the hell do you know, I haven’t talked to her?”
“Because Ms. Kennedy doesn’t ignore me. I talk to her every day, but when I ask her if she talked to you, she saysnope.” He popped his lips for emphasis, and Relic mugged him.
“Don’t ever do that shit again.”
“I’m just showing you how she said it! I can tell she’s mad at you, but she says she’s not whenever I ask her.”
“That’s because it wasn’t your place to ask. Next time you want to know something, come to me.”
“You’ll just tell me to mind my business or stay in a child’s place like you always do.”
“Sounds about right. Finish your food, so we can go.”
