“And so the fuck what if he does? I ain’t a lil nigga no more, Sweetie. I can take him this time around,” he joked.
She unintentionally giggled. “I don’t want it to come to that. If you’re really in this shit as heavy as you claim, and knowing who my daddy is, things could get messy. I don’t want no type of beef or blood spilled because of me.”
Her heart hammered in her chest just thinking about it.
“Us.”
“Huh?”
“Because of us. You ain’t the only one in this relationship.”
She pulled her head back and looked up at him. “What relationship? Last I checked, I was single.”
“Check again.” He grinned before he kissed her nose.
Sweetie’s eyes wandered up to the ceiling in mock deep thought. “Just did. Still single.”
He chuckled. “You mine, and you don’t even know it.”
Truth be told, she had always been his, but she couldn’t admit that now. Not when she needed to argue her case as to why they shouldn’t be together. To her, it felt very much like life or death.
“Boogie, we can’t do this,” she muttered as she looked into his eyes and tried to convey her desperation to him.
“Sweetie, yes, we can,” he mocked, nuzzling his nose into hers.
Before she could try to argue her case from a different angle, Boogie leaned in and kissed her. Sweetie felt like all the breath left her body as he took his time with the kiss. When she found some air in her body again, she moaned into the kiss. That prompted Boogie to pull her on top of him.
Sweetie’s heart pounded as she felt his rock-hard body beneath her. His hands roamed all over her backside until they found her panties and slipped in from behind. She arched her back when she felt his fingers find her slippery sex.
“Boogie,” she uttered as he masterfully worked his finger in and out of her.
He smirked. “How ya pussy know she belong to me but you don’t yet?”
She couldn’t answer. The feeling of his fingers gave her back her breath but stole her words. She moaned instead and rocked into his finger.
Boogie slid her robe off without stopping his rhythm and popped her breast out of her lacy bra. He licked her chocolate drop nipple, and her head tilted up to the ceiling.
“Taste so mothafuckin’ good,” he said before he bit down gently on her nipple.
Sweetie’s pussy clenched around his finger in response, and that seemed to drive Boogie crazy because he adjusted them quickly so he could pull his dick free while removing her panties.She was in total agreement with his actions because she needed to feel him inside hernow.
He didn’t disappoint. His thick, veiny dick filled her in one swift motion, and they both moaned.
“Darren.” She found her voice again, though it sounded airy and so unlike her.
“Work this dick, baby. This all you. You hear me? This all you. Work this shit like it’s all yours,” he encouraged.
And she did. Sweetie showed him exactly what all his dance lessons had earned him. She knew how to move her body in such a sensual way, all while squeezing his dick with her tight pussy.
Boogie held her hips and tried to control her movements, but this was one area he didn’t have control. Not while she rode him. Not while her pussy gripped him so well he had to focus on not filling her up with his seed. She smirked because she saw him fighting a losing battle. It was okay, though, because she was about to reach her peak.
“I’m cumming,” she said before she moaned and sped up her movement. The friction on her clit drove her right to ecstasy.
“Shit, me too. Go ’head, baby. You have my permission.”
Thank God, because she was already there. Her pussy clenched, and her body shook from the powerful orgasm. Boogie gripped her waist tightly as he came right inside her. Neither of them cared to even address that because the high they were on was too intense.
“Damn,” Sweetie mumbled as she collapsed onto his chest, whatever remaining clothes she still had on completely disheveled.
