“Why? Because you feel guilty or because you truly care?”
I lowered my head, pleading with my mind to release my heartfelt expression that I typically held in. I lifted my head, and said, “Because I more than care. I love you. I know I fucked up, but I never wanted to ruin your career, Craig. I’m so fucked up over this. I know it’s killing you inside. Rodeoing . . . bulldogging is your life. It’s what you love. To not be able to do it on the big stage, regardless of how you earned that shit, has to be devastating. I want to be here with you. I’m so fucking sorry.”
His face was red. He leaned over and picked up his blunt, then walked closer to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me to his patio furniture. When he sat, he pulled me to his lap and handed me the blunt. I wasn’t a true smoker, but I was definitely familiar. I inhaled and closed my eyes, letting the THC hit my nervous system.
When I felt his hands slide along the sides of my body, I opened my eyes and stared into his. I could feel his gaze with my soul. Passing him the blunt, he took a pull and set it back on the table, then pulled my face to his and gave me a charge like no other. I nearly got choked. He bit his bottom lip and slid me to the side of him and stood. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me to my feet and led me inside.
I quickly put that blunt out and followed him. The second he closed the door behind me, he lifted me to the kitchen countertop and began removing my shoes. He kissed the top of each foot, then slid his hands up my legs until he reached my waist. Again, he stared into my eyes, I supposed looking for a stop sign. He wasn’t going to find one.
“Craig, I’m yours always, baby. I’ve always felt that way. I’m sorry for not expressing the way I feel about?—”
His lips crashed into mine as he lifted me from the countertop. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Pulling away from him, I knew I needed to finish what I had to say. “I’m sorry for not truly expressing how deeply how I feel about you. We are explosive together because we’re both passionate and hotheaded, but we were made for each other. I’m not going anywhere, and I know, neither are you.”
“Thank you for that, Noni. I don’t give a fuck about that shit now that you’re here. Just by you calling me by my government, I know where you coming from. I love you so much and I’m prepared to work harder at making sure our environment is healthy mentally, baby.”
He walked to the bedroom and lowered me to my feet, then began pulling off my jeans. I pulled my shirt over my head and unfastened my bra, waiting for him to grace my nipples with his tongue’s presence.
Once he got my pants off, he pressed his face against my mound and inhaled deeply. “Noniiii, I miss this shit, baby.”
“Show her how much.”
In record time, he ripped my panties off, lifted my leg to his shoulder, and sank his face in my pussy.Jeeee-sus!I rarely said a word during sex, but today would be different. I couldn’t even contain it. “Ooooh fuuuuuck!”
I rolled my hips against his face as he stared up at me, giving me a visual of his tongue lapping up every drop I excreted. I placed my hands on either side of his head, holding him in place, as my orgasm suddenly made its landing.
“Craaaiig! Oooooh shiiiit!”
My water fountain rained on him, and it left me in shock. I had never squirted.
“Fuck!” he yelled as he stood, immediately dropping his pants.
He yanked me to him, then lifted me and lowered me on his dick. The nigga was freeballing. My head dropped back for a moment as I gushed upon his entry. This was the only dick that had graced my walls, but I would never believe there was one better than this out there. The way he passionately stroked my insides caused a stirring to form.
“Noni, shit. You letting them walls down, and that shit so fucking sexy, baby.”
I lowered my head to his shoulder and bit my bottom lip, feeling myself about to lose my shit all over him again. “Craig, oooooohh . . . I’m about to cum. I missed you so muuuuuuuch!”
My screams of passion were turningmethe fuck on. I could feel my insides spring another leak, and Red began stroking me faster and going deeper as my body convulsed. I couldn’t contain myself. When my back hit the wall, I knew he was about to fuck me up. He brought my knees to my shoulders, then stared at me.
“Girl, I’m about to destroy this cat so good you gon’ be begging for me to take another life from this shit right after.”
I could feel myself leak a bit from his words. He looked down at the action below and licked his lips. “Damn, I knew this pussy was capable of great things.” Coming close to my ear, he said, “You like for me to talk dirty to you, huh? You been hiding this freak, girl.”
He bit my shoulder, then my neck and earlobe. “Be my good girl and squeeze this dick, baby. Let me feel those Kegel exercises on my shit.”
“Red, oooh God.”
My insides were quivering as I did my best to squeeze his dick like he requested. He liked being in control, and in this moment, I liked him being in control, too. I liked him telling me what to do. I grabbed his hand from the wall and placed it onmy neck as I stared into his eyes and wrapped my leg around his waist.
He gripped it, and I allowed my head to drop back against the wall. “You like this shit, Noni?”
When I didn’t respond he said, “Throw that pussy at me.”
Again, I didn’t respond. I wanted to summon his savage. Sure enough, he started stroking me with more force. “Noni, when I tell you to do something, do that shit. I need you to lose it with me. Now move them fucking hips.”
His voice was so low and calm sounding. It sent shockwaves through my body, causing me to do exactly what the fuck he told me to do. I was a boss, but I was finding that during sex, I liked him to be in control. Ineededhim to be in control. It also helped that he liked that position in every aspect of life, so I knew it would be the same for sex, if not more.
As I threw my pussy at him like he requested, he slowed me down. The way he stared at me as he made love to me was taking me down fast. He pulled me away from the wall and laid me on the bed. He just stared at me, as if he were trying to memorize every blemish and freckle on my light brown skin. My nipples were so hard they were throbbing, and they were only getting harder under his observation.
