“You shouldn’t have had to deal with that. I’m sorry. My mother has never acted like that. And I know that’s probably exactly what you were afraid of, meeting them. I know it didn’t feel good.”
She just looked at me and let me talk. That made me want her even more. She didn’t overreact or make it messier.
“She watched what happened with Tempo. She’s been on edge about me letting anyone close since then. That’s not your burden, but she’s carrying it. I’ll deal with her.”
Rhythm nodded once. “I understand.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I’m not judging you, and I’m not judging her. She’s your mother. She’s protecting what she loves. That’s all.”
“That wasn’t protection. That was disrespect.”
Rhythm reached over and took my hand, lacing her fingers through mine. I looked at her hand on mine, then up at her. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with that.”
“I’ve dealt with worse, and I’m still here.”
Rhythm turned toward me more fully, eyes on my mouth for a second before they lifted back to my eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, Sincere.”
Before I could respond, she leaned across the console and kissed me, like she wanted to replace the ugly moment with this. Her tongue slid against mine. Her hand stayed on mine, holding it like she would never let it go.
I kissed her back, deeper, my thumb tracing the inside of her palm while my body reacted to her scent and her softness and the way she chose me even after being tested.
When she pulled away, her lips were glossy and swollen, and her eyes looked darker than before. “Let’s go home.”
I stared at her for a second, then nodded once and backed out of the driveway.
A lot of women would’ve shut down. A lot of women would’ve taken that moment and turned it into doubt, distance, and drama. Rhythm took it and turned it into loyalty. She took it and turned it into intimacy. She took it and made me feel like the obstacle didn’t stand a chance.
That kind of strength made me want to protect her harder. It made me want to spoil her. It made me want to claim her in ways that didn’t leave room for anyone to question where she stood with me.
I didn’t just admire Rhythm.
I wanted to earn her every single day.
RHYTHM BROOKS
The way Sincere handled his mother made me fall for him even more.
When we got back to his place, it was as if he was trying to show me with his mouth and dick that I was more than deserving of him.
"You taste so fucking good," he growled against my folds. His tongue flicked over my clit, then plunged inside my pussy. He licked and sucked with a hunger that made my knees buckle. I threaded my fingers through his hair and ground against his mouth, moaning as he devoured me.
He slid two fingers into me, curling them to hit that spot deep inside. I bucked my hips, chasing the pressure building in my core. He pumped his fingers faster, and his tongue lashed my clit until I trembled on the edge.
Sincere stood up and spun me around, bending me over the couch. He kicked my legs apart and rubbed the head of his dick along my slick entrance. I pushed back, desperate for him to fill me. He thrust in hard, stretching my pussy with his thick length. I cried out as he bottomed out and his balls slapped against my ass hole.
He gripped my hips and pounded into me. Each stroke was rough and deep. The sound of our skin smacking filled the room, mixed with my whimpers and his grunts. Sweat dripped down my back, and I clawed at the cushions, lost in the way he fucked me.
"Is this dick good to you?" he asked as he slammed in again.
"Fuck, yes," I panted, and my body jolted with every thrust.
He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles. I felt so full, so claimed, as he drove into me without mercy. His free hand came down on my ass with a sharp smack, and the sting sent heat flooding through me.
"You deserve it," he murmured, leaning over me to nip at my ear.
I moaned louder, and my pussy clenched around his dick. He fucked me harder, and his pace was relentless. I could feel every ridge and vein as he dragged in and out, hitting spots that made me shake.
