Sweat poured off us as her curves trembled from the intensity. She looked perfect with her thick thighs quaking, pussy swollen and red from the abuse, and face twisted in ecstasy.
We switched to her riding me on the couch. She straddled me, sinking down slow at first, then bouncing wild, causing her ass to clap loud. I met her with upward thrusts. My hands mauled her breasts and pinched nipples until she yelped.
“Ride that shit, Sienna. Drain this dick.”
She grinded her clit against my base, and another squirt drenched my lap when she came again.
The rougher I got, the more she exploded. Her pussy pulsed like it was made for my brutality.
I looked up at her, amazed at and proud of how she was taking this dick. “Damn, you a dirty bitch.”
AVA REYNOLDS
The next afternoon, I walked down the hall toward Sincere’s condo.
Luckily, things hadn’t been weird between us. After that failed kiss at Ace and Slick’s retirement party, we didn’t let it ruin our friendship.
We were having lunch in his condo because he was working from home that day.
I lifted my hand to knock, but the door opened before I could.
Reek stepped out.
He looked entirely too good. He paused when he saw me and grinned. “What’s up, Ava?” As he greeted me, his eyes dragged over me so long that I noticed.
“Hey,” I replied, holding his gaze.
He leaned in slightly, close enough to feel intentional, then straightened and kept moving. “Enjoy your lunch.”
And just like that, he was gone.
I stood there for a second, annoyed with myself for replaying it. Once again, I couldn’t tell if Reek was flirting or just being Reek. He never crossed the line far enough to be sure. And he never followed up with action, if he was flirting.
Either way, I knew I couldn’t handle a man like him. He was too rough around the edges for me.
Inside, Sincere looked relaxed in sweatpants and a fitted tee. He was sitting at the island with his laptop in front of him.
“Uber Eats is about fifteen minutes out,” he said. “You want a drink?”
“It’s only noon.”
He looked at me over his glasses. “And, nigga?”
I giggled. “A mimosa is cool.”
As he left the stool and moved around the kitchen, I immediately noticed the pep in his step and the smile on his face when neither of us were saying a word.
I leaned against the island, watching him with a curious, taunting smirk. “So… what happened with you and Rhythm after you took her home Thanksgiving night?”
He froze for half a second. Then he exhaled and laughed. “Damn. Straight to it, huh?”
“I know you, and you look different.”
I didn’t just know him. I adored him. I loved him. So, yes, I knew almost everything about him.
He poured the champagne, added juice, then finally met my eyes. “We slept together.”
I nodded slowly, bracing myself. “Okay.”
