I sighed. “I hear you, and now…I guess that I gotta think about how I wanna handle this.”
“You funny,” he tittered. “Cause you really think that you got a choice.”
“Boy, bye,” I laughed. “We just fucking. You don’t run me.”
“So, this aintmypussy?”
I arched a brow. “If you gotta ask…”
“Girl, stop fucking playing with me.” He bit my jaw, causing me to squeal.
“I’ma fuck you up!”
“I know.” He kissed my lips. “Now, let me see your iPad.”
I pulled back and frowned. “See my iPad for what?”
“To read what you been working on.”
“Boy, bye.” I rolled my eyes. “You know damn well that you have no interest in reading.”
“Why you say that?” He quizzed, sounding serious.
I gulped. “I mean…Harlem has never really been interested—”
“I aint that nigga, Summer. Let me take a look.”
“O…okay.” I grabbed my iPad, before handing it to him.
Laying next to him, I listened to him read my rough draft aloud. Fluidly. And I never realized how something so simple could be so sexy to me.
It literally took him a few hours to read over what I’d written, and then the questions came. He wanted to know what direction I was taking the story. He dissected the characters, letting me know that he’d actually soaked in my story.
That shit had me super aroused, and I promptly crawled on top of him, and sat on his dick.
Chapter 6
Breeze
It was early Christmas morning, and we were already up, opening gifts. As usual, my pops had shown out, gifting a few fits, the new Jay’s, and two racks to put in my pocket. Array had looked out too, buying a nigga some Balenciaga clothes and shoes. And when our parents were preoccupied, me and Summer exchanged gifts.
No cap, I wasn’t expecting her to come this hard. She’d gotten me the HP Zbook Ultra that ran a cool three racks. I was lit, because I told myself that I’d buy one as a graduation gift, and she’d copped that, like it was nothing. Knowing that I was a tech nigga.
Keeping it real, after her gift, I figured that it couldn’t be topped, but I couldn’t tell, based off her reaction to my gifts.
I gotten her a custom name plate and necklace. It read:Summer The Mf Author.A custom t-shirt with some character visuals I’d stolen off the Facebook page she didn’t think I knew about. A custom neon light sign with her pen name to hang up in her bedroom. And a Moncler fit for the day that matched my own.
Sitting on the floor, Indian style, with her long hair pulled up in a bun, still clad in pajamas, she was smiling big, as she nodded in approval. “Now, that’s how you do it for muthafuckin’ Christmas!”
“Is that right?” I lifted my chin.
“Yep.” She glanced around, before easing off the floor. Lifting a hand, she curled a finger, signaling for me to follow her. We quietly tipped upstairs, went into our bathroom, after lockingboth of our rooms. She dropped down to her knees. After reaching into my pajamas, she pulled my dick out, took me into her mouth, before sucking it, like her life depended on it.
Standing back, I watched her swallow my dick whole, while dribble slid down her chin. She was cuffing my balls, seemingly making love with her mouth, until her cell vibrated on the counter.
Glancing down, I saw that it was Array calling.
“Here.” I huffed out, as I handed the phone to her.
