“You should’ve made sure,” I cut in. “You said this was your last week there, that you wanted me to be part of it. But when it mattered, you left me outside. You didn’t answer. You didn’t look for me. You keep saying you want us to be together, but you didn’t even take time to make sure I was alright.”
His jaw tightened. “Here you go. You’re just looking for something to be mad about.”
I snapped. “I’m mad because I was left out like I didn’t matter. Before, I didn’t have to deal with this. This is what I didn’t want. To be—”
He exhaled again cutting through my rant and just stared at me as he ran his hand over his head.
I continued even though I wanted to shut up. “This right here makes it hard to trust you,” I spat. “One minute you’re all in, the next I’m standing outside a building like a damn extra in your life.”
Silence. He continued to stare. I noticed his hand twitching at his side like he was holding something back. Then he stepped forward.
I took a step back, thinking he had had enough. He reached out, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into him. Then he kissed me. My pulse slammed into my neck. His hands slid into my robe, pushed it open without asking. My body instantly went from coiled and hostile to sensitive and achy.
Without warning, he sank to his knees in front of me, parting my thighs with hands that trembled like he was fighting himself. My right leg ended up over his shoulder. His mouth found my clit and sucked softly. My back nearly bowed. He kissed lower, then trailed kisses along my inner thighs, sucked the meat part into his mouth, leaving a mark before he went back to my pearl. .
I tried to say his name, but I couldn’t. There was intent in the way his mouth moved, like he was trying to suck the fight out of me.
“Ooh” I moaned dropping my head back on my neck.
My hand gripped his head trying to shove my whole pussy in his mouth. I felt like I was about to fly clean out of my body. He moaned low, like he was hungry for me, like he was proud of himself for making my pussy as messy as it was, I could feel my juices and his warm saliva dripping down my thigh.. I tried to tell him to slow down or stop or something, make it last, but it was too late—I was coming hard, hips jerking, heart running wild, body giving into him all at once. He didn’t move until he had taken everything from me.
I gripped the back of the sofa, nails digging into the fabric, my head falling back as heat flooded through me, I enjoyed the after shocks. I wanted to feel his dick in my but I knew he would say no. Acting like withholding dick would give him control over me. It did, but I wouldn’t let him know.
When he stood, he didn’t speak. He just stripped off his clothes, then scooped me up like I hadn't been cursing him out just five minutes ago. I didn’t say anything, just melted into him—tired, boneless, damn near purring. He carried me to the bathroom, set me down on the tub’s edge, and started the water. I sat there quietly, robe open, still breathing heavily.
When he looked at me, sitting there all calm and cum drunk, he laughed in my face—deep and smug like. “Now look at you,” he said, shaking his head. “Was ready to kill me, now you sitting’ here like a good girl.”
I wanted to tell him to hush but I ended up nodding.
Chapter ten
DayTen
Sky
Zio pulled the car into a driveway lined with hydrangeas. The house was a brick ranch. It was immaculate, with a wraparound porch crowded with rocking chairs and ferns. It screamed "home". I could smell BBQ in the air.
I’d been too distracted by the playlist Zio had on and my phone to notice where we were going. I’d assumed it was a restaurant since he said we were going out to eat.
“Where is this?” I asked, leaning forward to peer through the windshield.
“My momma’s house. Her name is Brenda. My father is felix. HE’s on business this week.”
The words hit me like a bucket of cold water. I froze, my fingers going numb on the clasp of my purse. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a little black slip dress with the lace trim that Zio said made my back roll look like a masterpieces. It was a get fucked, while tipsy, after the date dress. Not a meet-somebody’s-momma dress.
“I know you fucking lying,” flew out of my mouth before I could clean up the words.
“I’m not,” he said simply. He had a smile on his face that said he was very pleased with himself.
“Zio,” I said, my voice strangled. “Why would you do this? You didn’t tell me! Look at what I’m wearing. This is the fuck me dress Beyonce sang about.”
He cut the engine and turned to look at me, his face calm—infuriatingly so. “I’m telling you now.”
“This is an ambush!” I hissed, panicking, making my voice squeak. “Look at me! My titties are basically out. Your momma is going to think I’m a… a harlot!” I fumbled for the door handle, but it was locked. “Take me home. Right now. I’ll Uber. I don’t care.”
“Harlot, Sky?”
“I’m a fucking writer, I can say harlot. I know words! Hoe, whore, streetwalker, tart, seller of fucking pussy! All them, your momma gonna think I’m one.
