His eyes locked on mine, and he just looked at me. Not like he was admiring how I looked, but like he was reading me and letting himself feel it too. “You’re the wishes on the birthday candles I blew out as a kid.”
“Sincere, that is...” My voice broke. I tried to keep smiling through it, but my eyes burned. Tears rushed up fast, and I couldn’t stop it. One tear fell, then another, and my throat tightened so bad I couldn’t even swallow it down.
Sincere’s face shifted immediately. “Hey,” he said, reaching for me.
I shook my head, wiping at my cheeks and laughing again because it was embarrassing and beautiful at the same time. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.”
I looked up at him, tears still coming. “Nobody has ever made me feel this loved… Nobody.”
His eyes stayed on mine like he was taking that sentence personally, like it just became his responsibility. He stepped closer and pulled me in, holding me like he understood what it cost me to say that out loud.
After we finished the chef’s immaculate dinner of the finest cut of steak, lobster, shrimp, and shareable sides, I took Sincere by the hand and led him to the couch. Then I dropped to my knees between his legs and tried to give him my best head game because he deserved it.
I wrapped my lips around his dick and sucked him deep into my mouth. I moved my head up and down, taking him all the way to the back of my throat each time. My tongue swirled around the head when I pulled back, then I sucked harder on the way down. Saliva dripped down his shaft as I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks to create more suction. He groaned low in his throat as I sucked his dick with everything I had. I used one hand to stroke the base while my mouth worked the rest, twisting my grip slightly for extra friction. His hips bucked up a little, pushing more of him into me. I hummed around his length, and the vibration made him curse under his breath.
I loved how he filled my mouth and how his dick throbbed against my tongue.
"Fuuuck. Thank you, baby," he moaned. He laced his fingers into my locs and guided my head, controlling the pace now. He pulled me down harder, then lifted me up, fucking my mouth with shallow thrusts. I could hardly breathe, but I was willing to sacrifice oxygen for his pleasure. I relaxed my jaw and let him use me, gagging softly when he hit the back of my throat. Drool escaped the corners of my lips as I became eager for his release.
His grip tightened on my hair as his body tensed. He thrust up one last time and came. Hot spurts filled my mouth. I swallowed every drop, gulping it down without spilling. But I didn't pull away. I kept sucking his dick, licking along thesensitive underside now that he softened a bit. He squirmed on the couch, and his thighs twitched under my hands.
"Shit, baby!… Fuck!" he barked, trying to push through the overstimulation.
His dick jerked in my mouth from the intensity, but I persisted, sucking gently at first, then building back up.
I worked him with my tongue and lips until he got hard again. Once he was fully erect, I released him and climbed onto his lap. I lifted my dress and straddled him on the couch, lining up my pussy with his dick. I sank down slowly at first, feeling him stretch me open. Then I started riding him, bouncing hard and fast. My hips ground down on every inch, taking him deep inside me. I rolled my pelvis in circles when I bottomed out, clenching my inner walls around his length to squeeze him tight.
He gripped my hips, helping me lift and slam back down. Our bodies slapped together with each thrust. I leaned forward, and our mouths crashed in a messy kiss. Our tongues tangled as I rode him harder. I could feel my juices coating his dick and dripping onto the couch.
"I love you," I whispered against his lips.
"I love you too," he replied, pulling me closer as I kept riding him with abandon.
I broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to watch his face as I slowed my pace. I shifted onto my toes, bouncing up and down his dick with deliberate slowness. Each rise lifted me almost off him, then I dropped back down, taking every inch deep inside my pussy. The motion made my thighs burn a little, but I kept it up, grinding at the bottom to feel him press against my walls.
His eyes locked on mine, half-lidded with pleasure. I listened to his moans spilling from his lips every time I sank down. A smile tugged at my mouth. I felt proud, knowing I did this to him. His hands roamed up my sides, fingers digging into my skin as he held on. He looked completely overcome, his body archingslightly under me, breaths coming in sharp gasps. His dick throbbed inside me with each bounce, and I clenched around him, drawing out more of those sounds I loved.
Seeing him like that, lost in how good I made him feel, was a true work of art up close.
TARIQ ‘REEK” HORTON
I wasn’t a romantic nigga. I didn’t do hearts, flowers, or candlelight because a calendar told me to. But part of my deal was that people needed to see me with her on my arm, so on that evening, I put on a suit and played my role.
The past few weeks had been ugly. The development had turned into a fight on every front. Kai was on straight bullshit, hiding behind “the people” while he did favors for the Crown. We had traded gunfire with Crown soldiers twice. We were trying to find the boss, trying to get our hands on the head so the body would fall. The Crown stayed hard to reach, and that made the war go on even longer. So, though I wasn’t a suit and tie type of nigga, I was relieved to finally be in a space that didn’t require me to watch my back.
Alderman Langford was hosting a Valentine’s benefit at a downtown ballroom called Hearts & Housing. It was a fundraiser for a South Side youth housing initiative. The room was full of developers, union reps, precinct captains, lobbyists, and media. There were centerpieces made of red roses and white candles. There were silent auction tables with weekend getaways and signed sports memorabilia. A live band played slow R&Bthat had the aunties swaying and the younger women making content.
Sienna stayed glued to my arm while she networked and rubbed elbows, low-key parading me in front of the women who couldn’t stop staring. This was supposed to be part of an arrangement. She knew the terms. But she also kept testing the line, talking about “us” in a way that did not match the terms. She wanted a husband and a future I never promised.
Sienna was a beautiful, successful woman, and we had a good time together. But I wasn’t on that. Even after we squared away the development, I would keep her around. She was pretty, she had her own money, and her pussy was a problem in the best way. That did not mean I was getting down on one knee.
Sienna stood close to me while the cameras flashed. She looked expensive tonight. Her dress fit her like a glove. The blonde pixie cut always made my dick hard. Her makeup was soft. Her perfume hit my nose every time she turned her head.
“You’re doing good,” she whispered, smiling for a donor who walked past us. Then she squeezed my arm lightly and looked up at me. “But try not to look annoyed, baby.”
“I’m not annoyed.”
