"Yess?"
"Is your pussy a good girl?"
"Huh?" she asked, slowing down.
"Nah, don't slow down. Fuck me like you own me, my baby."
A smile spread across her face, and her hands fell on my shoulders. Bucking her hips forward, Navy fucked me slowly. She took her time. Like waves crashing on shore, her juices dripped down my balls. She was beautiful.
Titties bouncing. Nipples swollen. Pussy juicing.
Navy fucked me as if she owned me, and I didn’t want to belong to anyone else.
"Is your pussy a good girl?"
"Yesss," she hummed.
Working my hips, I ground into her, pushing up as she rocked forward.
"Good 'cause I need her to listen like the good girl I know she is."
"Okay."
"Nah, let that pussy answer."
And like the good girl Navy's pussy wa
s, she let out a gloopy, slurping sound.
"Any nigga who thinks about taking you… tasting you… loving what belongs to me…"
I paused and slurped her nipple between my lips.
"Mhmmm," Navy trembled, the slick warmth pooling out of her pussy begging me to finish my promise.
"…Won't get the luxury of seeing me coming. I'ma torture that nigga and take what he loves from him one by one. And when I'm done… he gon' know who the fuck you belong to. Do you hear me?"
Her pussy came alive, answering me like between her thighs had a consciousness of its own… gripping, trembling, and dripping, demanding my nut spray her garden.
"Do you hear me, Navy?" I grunted, slamming her down on me hard.
"Yesss," she hummed, locking eyes with me.
A shiver tore through her like electricity, and a low, helpless moan slipped from her lips. Her body pressed into mine, then she let go. Her body shook hard, walls clenching as every part of her answered to me. Navy didn't want to be a choice. She wanted me to protect her, to possess her in the same breath I used to make her feel desired. Navy wasn't a want and never would be.
Navy Achebe
Standingon the front porch with a mug filled with mint tea, I watched the sun rise and quietly thanked the heavens for another day. I followed my gratitude with an ask that today be less dramatic than the last two. Dealing with Honor was starting to take a toll on my heart. I loved that man, but I was starting to wonder if being loved the way Honor loved me was healthy.
The thought was new.
Until recently, I reveled in his passion and loved the threats he made out of worry of another man taking what he considered his. It was exciting and dangerous in a way that made my pulse race, and my shoulders relax. Honor made me feel protected and needed. I belonged to him, and his love was something fragile that he only trusted me with. It felt like an honor to be loved by Honor until now. I couldn't shake Honor saving Choyce's life and everything that followed.
The lie. The kiss.
It all forced me to question just how much he actually belonged to me. The Honor I fell in love with would never gamble with his life and would never risk leaving me behind for a bitch who meant nothing to him. And if Choyce meant nothing, then why did it feel like Honor was choosing her over me? Theconfusion of it all sat heavily on my shoulders as the sun rose higher.
"I don't know forreal why I took those bullets of Choyce. I didn't really think about the shit, I just acted."
