“Oh my God…” I whimpered, trying to stay upright as he drove into me again.
“You nuttin’, ain’t you?” he growled, lifting his leg to go deeper. I nodded, too far gone to speak.
My whole body locked up, this wave rolling through me so heavy I had to grab the faucet just to stay standing. I cried out, shaking, and he didn’t let up. He just kept fucking me through it until he finally groaned and pulled me back into him, releasing.
We stayed like that for a minute, with him breathing hard against my shoulder, me trying to figure out my life. My legs felt like noodles, my arms were useless, and my robe was hanging off one shoulder like it was defeated. Ahmad finally eased out of me, but he didn’t go far. His hands stayed on my waist, steadying me while I tried to relearn how my knees worked.
“Damn,” I whispered, still bent over the sink, still catching my breath. “You really don’t have any chill.”
I felt him smirk against my skin. “I told you I’m the pussy monster, baby.”
“You don’t play at all.”
He kissed the side of my neck, slow and deep and smug. “Exactly. Go shower so we can chill and vibe.”
I was too busy trying to process how this man had flipped my morning on its head and left me standing at the kitchen counter, robe crooked, legs trembling, heart pounding like I’d just survived something spiritual.
Ahmad reached for my hand and guided me towards the bathroom, slapping my ass as he disappeared into my room with his blunt. And even though I tried to act unfazed, I already knew the truth. That man had me. And if I wasn’t careful, he wasn’t just going to have my body. He was going to have everything.
Three Months Later
“A y e ,s t o pt r y n apeek, Tae. Damn.”
“I’m not!” She laughed beside me, all giggling and shit, with the blindfold shifted a little as she adjusted in the passenger seat. “Where the hell are we going?” she asked, voice light, playful.
“You ask too many questions,” I smirked, glancing over quickly before putting my eyes back on the road. “Just relax. You’ll see in a minute.”
She crossed her arms, fake-pouting like she wasn’t loving every second of it. “You know I hate surprises.”
“Nah, you love this shit. Every week, I surprise yo’ ass wit’ some different type of flowers.”
“That’s different.” Her laugh echoed through the car, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself, one hand on the wheel, the other resting across her thigh. It was the type of day that made all the long nights worth it.
These last three months had been crazy for a nigga. I’d been grinding for real. When I wasn’t driving the school bus or doing deliveries forQuickieDrop, my ass was on theHandyHandsapp. It was an app for tasks like furniture assembly, TV mounting, and heavy lifting and shit. I did a little of everything, and the money came in like crazy.
Most of my free time was spent with Taelyn. We weren’t officially together, but damn if it didn’t feel like we were locked in. We vibed heavy, and her pussy was really undefeated too, but it was more than that. It was her energy I fucked with, and I liked having her around.
I turned down a quiet block out in the ‘burbs. It was away from the noise in the city, and I loved that shit. Big ass houses with grass greener than a mahfucka. I slowed in front of the house and turned off the engine.
“Aight,” I said, putting the car in park. “Stay still.”
“I swear, Ahmad… if this is one of your little…”
“Shut yo’ impatient ass up,” I leaned in and kissed her cheek, then climbed out and came around to her side. I opened the door and helped her out. She held onto my arm like her life depended on it. “You ready?”
“Finally.”
I slid the blindfold off, and she blinked fast as her eyes adjusted to the sun, her mouth already parting. It took her a second to process it.
“This… Ahmad…” she whispered. “What is this?”
I couldn’t stop smiling. “My shit,” I said proudly. “You know I been grindin’ and hustlin’ for a minute now. I finally copped this shit. Originally, I wanted a two family but the steal on this couldn’t be passed up. So, I’ma stack some more, get another one for my mama and shit.”
Her eyes watered. “Ahmad…”
“Damn. You all emotional like I said you was movin’ in wit’ me.” I joked.
She wiped at her face with the back of her hand, then smacked my arm. “Shut up! I’m just… damn, you really did it.”
