Roll forward. Roll backward.
My head tilted forward so I could stare into his eyes while he served me up. Our foreheads touched, sharing energy, and once that happened, he turned it up a notch, and I wasn’t ready. Kareem took one of my legs, placing it on his shoulders, before gripping my neck with the other. “Damn, Rich Girl, you sure you're not a virgin?”
Roll forward. Roll backward.
“Ah!” I whined.
“Nah, baby, none of that shit. I like shorties who can take it as much as I like giving it. Come on, Rich girl, fuck me back,” he grunted.
I placed my hand on the small of his back, moving my body to match his. Suddenly, my body began to move back on the couch, and right then, I lost it. Kareem was working my ass as he was slinging my body up and down, back and forth, and all I could do was moan and scream.
“Come on, mama, I said fuck me back. You’re doing all the hooting and hollering. I told you. Pussy good, though.”
My head swiveled on the cushion of the couch while my legs trembled. “Ka-Kareem, wait!”
“Rich Girl, take this dick, mama.”
I reached out to push him back, not because it didn’t feel good, but because it felt too damn good. I was expecting good dick, but this was different. My eyes rolled as the sensation of an orgasm stirred up. I clenched my pussy, sucking him up. When I felt his thumb circling my clit, I knew I had lost. My body jerked, my stomach caved, my mouth opened, and a sharpoo and ahcame from me.
He rocked at my pussy for another couple of minutes until he came. When we were finished, he helped me up, and we stood there laughing. “You cool?” he nodded.
My face felt flushed as I grinned. I reached out for his hand. “Stay the night with me, please,” I muttered.
He looked like he wanted to say no, but instead, he took my hand, and I led him to my room. Kareem definitely wasn’t like Papi, not just sexually but overall, and the last thing I wanted was to give up on him. He was truly a keeper; he just needed to realize it.
FIONA
PRESS PLAY
I sat in my car watching the clock. It was exactly 9:45 PM when his dark midnight skin appeared, jogging around the corner. Every week, at the same time and day, this had become his routine. The streetlight shone down on him, with sweat glistening on his face, giving his dark chocolate skin a slight shimmer. I felt warm and flushed as I watched him approach the block.
Since meeting June Calloway at the very first meeting, there had been something about him that intrigued me. Granted, he was a pain in the ass, but his desire to rule, his assertiveness, his confidence and bluntness, had a way of standing out. When Bobbie and I decided to do our homework on him, I found myself more interested than I should have been. Not only was this man handsome, but he was wealthy, and that alone made my pussy wet.
My phone vibrated, distracting me from the work of art I was looking at, but I knew I had a couple of minutes beforehe came back up the street to end his nightly run. When I saw Naheem calling, I quickly answered. “Hello?”
“He didn’t show up!” he yelled.
I pulled the phone away from my ear before putting it back. “Well, Naheem, I mean, the boy doesn’t have a car. Besides, why are you worried he’s not going to say anything? We made sure of that.”
Naheem and Clark wanted to use Kareem as a pawn, but to me, he was weak. Now, Naheem’s fear of him running to tell had him in a frenzy. Honestly, I didn’t care one way or the other because to me, the problem we had was bigger than fucking Kareem.
Naheem chuckled. “Fiona, thank God for good looks because it’s obvious God missed a step in giving you brains. The nigga is supposed to be here. If I had to guess, he’s either with your son or a bitch because he damn sure isn’t at the halfway house.”
The frustration that settled in me was so obvious that I sighed loudly. “Fuck you, Naheem. I see why Best stopped dealing with your ass. This was all your plan since coming back from the dead. I said we didn’t need him, and you said we did. I’m trying to keep Braylen away from it all. From the Zoo, from your old bitch Best’s daughter, and you’re worried about wanting your son dead—”
“You Bitch!”he shouted. “The pot calling the kettle black. Weren’t you the one who hi—"
Tap! Tap!
I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw him standing at my window. I could hear Naheem’s muffled yells as I hung up on him. I adjusted myself in the seat as I rolled the window down. My eyes slowly rose to a sexy, sweaty June Calloway.
He pulled his towel from behind him and dabbed his forehead. When he leaned down, a weft of sweat mixed with cologne tickled my nose. “I was trying to figure out why this very same car is always here on my running nights. Now, you're either creeping on your husband with Mr. Walsh’s old ass, who lives in this house, or you’ve been watching me. I can tell you right now, I’m not the nigga for hide and seek, sweetheart, so what is it?”
I cleared my throat as I tried coming up with a lie as to why I had been coming to watch him. My lips didn’t move fast enough as he held up his finger. “I’m not sure if Clark sent you or you’re here because you want to be, but something about you stinks.”
I smirked. I knew he was trying to figure me out, but I wouldn’t let him. June reminded me much of a person I knew, and if he thought for a second his bark and crass comments affected me, it didn’t. “I don’t like you. I don’t like what you are. I want you to stay away from my son. That’s what I want, or else.”
He ran his hand over his dark waves as he came closer, almost sticking his head in the window. “Or else what? You want a nigga dead. Fuck you and Clark. Sweetheart, this is a game you don’t want to play with me.”
