"Medicine is good for you, tho." She smirked.
"The only good I need is you."
Climbing into bed, I parted Navy's thighs and wrapped her legs around my waist. "That's why I'm willing to do the most to any nigga that wants to try his luck with you."
I pecked her lips, then drifted along her jaw, covering it in lingering kisses until I reached her neck. My tongue traced teasingly over her skin, pulling soft gasps from her lips.
"A nigga isn't the one in question," she hummed. "I want to know what you're going to do to her."
"Navy," I rasped. "What do you want?"
"You," she answered, arching her back and pressing closer. I smirked, letting the moment linger.
"Honor," she whined.
"Killing a nigga who thinks he can have a taste of what's mine would be too easy."
"That's not what I asked?—"
Her words hiccupped when she felt my fingers tug at the neckline of the t-shirt. The expensive fabric stretched before it ripped, showing off her swollen nipples. Dipping my head, I let my lips hover. Navy didn't get it. To be wanted was simplybeneath her. A regular ass nigga might've wanted Navy, but his want couldn't stand next to my need for her.
"I wouldn't kill him… not right away," I murmured, biting into the fullness of her titties.
"Ouch!" she whimpered. Her fragile cry melted into a low growl as I dragged my teeth along her skin, savoring her taste.
"Wrap your arms around me," I demanded.
She obeyed, folding her arms around my neck just as I flipped us over. Navy settled, slow grinding. Love and conflict lit her stare, but in mine there was no confusion. Only possessiveness and need.
"Honor," she said, firmer now. "I asked you a question."
I answered by cupping her titties. Her nipples rested beneath my thumbs. I pressed, rubbing and squeezing until my name coated her tongue.
"Stop asking questions you already know the answers to."
Her chest rose and fell unevenly, eyes flickering with the choice to fight me or let go.
"And if I don't stop?" she asked, lifting up and sliding my briefs to my ankles. Her tongue swept across her lips as her fingers wrapped around my girth. Lips to the head, she licked the tip teasingly. Every inch my dick possessed; Navy swallowed greedily.
"Fuck!" I rasped, feeling her throat pulse.
Spit spilled from her lips as she slowly lifted her head. Rushing back down, she slurped every drop then repeated that shit.
"Mhmm, you taste so…" Gagging, her eyes watered as she watched pleasure paint over my face. "…so good."
"Sit on it," I told her, not wanting to bust anywhere that wasn't her pussy.
Biting her lip, Navy crouched over me, then lowered herself onto me.
"Navy," I hissed, grabbing her hips to hold her in place. Her pussy pulsed around me, instantly slathering my dick.
"Let me go, Honor," she whined.
"Ride this dick."
I let her hips go, and Navy bucked her pussy up and down. I leaned up, wanting a closer view of how good her pussy was eating this dick.
"Navy," I called, my voice low.
