"Hey," Star's voice croaked as she dragged her fingers through her wild mane.
"Hey." A slow swallow followed as Swift took slow steps toward her. His heart was beating out of his chest as if he'd run all the way there. "Star, baby. I?—"
He couldn't even speak when she leaped into his arms, her mouth crashing against his. Her hands cupped his face as their tongues danced wildly around each other. His teeth bit gently into her lower lip, lightly sucking it when he slowly lowered her to the floor. She took slow steps backward, and he followed her. The pair kissed as if they never wanted to stop, as Star led Swift back to her bedroom. When they were inside, he kicked the door closed, leaving Chevy on the other side.
"I stink," he confessed. "I need to shower."
"I don't care and fuck that shower."
Star's fingers slid underneath his shirt, fumbling to disrobe him. Swift laughed when she couldn't pull it past his huge biceps before he wrapped his hand around her wrists.
"I stink, baby. I went to a strip club with bitches everywhere."
She stood, confused, wondering why he needed a disclaimer. He read her mind when he pulled her to him, and his arms wrapped around her torso.
"No, I didn't fuck anyone. I didn't even pay for a dance, but Money, my cousin, did. Hell, he's probably still there."
"Oh, okay." She squirmed, full of energy as her pussy throbbed. Star wanted Swift inside her so badly that she wanted to cry. "So does that mean you don't want to… "
"Girl." He kissed his teeth. "Fuck no. I'm saying I need to shower." He pressed his lips against hers and whispered, "Shower with me."
"O-okay."
He grinned, then leaned over and kissed her neck.
"Fucking lemons. I love the smell of that shit."
Star's skin flushed when he squatted in front of her and slowly peeled her tights down to her ankles. Smelling her essence could never get old, nor would seeing the landscape of hair that covered her lower lips. He pecked them, and she grunted.
"I thought we were going to shower."
"We are but let me do me while you enjoy it."
Swift flashed that dimpled grin, and Starlah knew then that she'd be putty in his hands. He helped her completely out of her tights, then stood and slipped her spaghetti-strapped tee over her head. Her perky breasts, both cupped by his massive hands, pebbled against his palm as he slowly eased his tongue into her mouth. While his pointer and thumb toyed with one nipple, his free hand slid down her torso and in between her legs. She was soaking wet.
"Goddamn, Star. You're about to make me break my own damn rules again," he muttered in her ear. He gently stroked her clit, which had hardened against his fingertips, her body trembling.
"The last time I was inside of you was the first time I've ever not protected myself from a woman," he reminded her. "And I still don't want to protect myself from you."
Swift tilted her head, causing her to gasp as he shoved two digits inside of her snuggly walls.
"Tell me I don't need to protect myself from you, that you'd never hurt me." Her jaw lowered, her eyes fluttered, and he slowly finger fucked her so good that tears ran down her cheek.
"Say that shit, Star."
"You don't… fuck!" She wondered how Swift expected her to speak, let alone think, when he'd completely taken control of her body.
His fingers dislodged, and her eyes bucked just before he picked her up and laid her on the bed.
"You're right. Fuck that shower."
As Star laid there, looking like an angel God had dropped from the sky just for him, Swift quickly came out of his clothes. His dick sprang in the hair, and she squirmed, eager to be fucked by him.
"And?" He fisted his thick, long, dark-brown, veiny dick, waiting for her to tell him what he needed to hear. "I need to hear you say it, Star." His eyes misted, growing antsy as he fisted harder and harder. "Say it."
"You don't have to protect yourself from me because I'll never hurt you."
"Motherfuck— shit, Star."
