I bit my bottom lip as I stared at her. Threading my fingers through her massive curls, I began a slow rhythm, matching her strokes. The more I stroked her mouth, the wetter that shit got. Her spit was dripping from her lips like water. A frown graced my face as I did my best to hold my nut. I knew she didn’t want to swallow that shit.
My skin was turning red as the flames of hell, so I knew I was gonna have to stop her. “Noni, shit. I’m about to nut, baby.”
I withdrew myself from her mouth and nutted all over her breasts. Seeing that shit had me in savage mode all over again. I picked her up and lowered her on my shit all over again. Stepping under the spray, I watched the water soak her hair and face as I fucked her.
“Red! Yeeeeessss!”
“Yeah, girl. I love yo’ ass. All of you.”
Going to the corner, I placed her back against the wall, then lowered my head to her small breasts. I pulled her nipple into my mouth and toyed with it with my tongue until she came on my dick. Shortly after, I fired off into her depths again. Shit, we weren’t going to be fit to do nothing but sleep. Her body was trembling and when I saw her tears, I was put on high alert.
“What’s the matter? You good?”
“Better than good. I just can’t believe I was standing in the way of feeling this way with you.”
“We ain’t worried about that no more, because that isn’t who you were today. Just promise me that you will always feel free with me. I’m going to always do my best to be as open with you as possible. I’m going to be the man you want and need. I need you to be in your soft-girl era. As long as I’m in your life, you ain’t got shit you need to be worried about. I get you will have stress at work and whatnot, but when you come home to me, it’s my job to soothe all that shit. Okay?”
She gave me a slight smile, and said, “I’m gonna give it my best shot. I promise.”
I knew it would take some getting used to but knowing that she would be trying was all that I could ask for.
“I am definitely pursuing a discrimination complaint. Two of the other competitors have charges. One for assault and the other for possession. They are both white. You don’t even have charges. I promise they won’t take this to court. My office will contact them first thing Monday morning,” Sidney Taylor explained.
“I guess I should get back to practicing then, huh?”
“You should have never stopped,” Uncle Legend said.
I slightly rolled my eyes as my dad chuckled. Uncle Legend was harder on me than my dad at times. Carter didn’t inherit that from him. While Uncle Legend was low-key for the most part, when it came to rodeoing, he was a beast. If he was involved in your training at all, you had to be on your shit, or he would let you have it. I’d heard about how he treated Malachi when he was training him to bull ride.
Mrs. Taylor stood from her seat. “I’m glad you and Noni got your shit together. They’ll probably be calling her today to see if she wants to press charges. I know those Hendersons, and they play no games, especially Storm and his kids . . . with the exception of lil mama that’s with Legend’s son.
“Right. Noni is somewhat in the middle. It’s killing her that I’m going through this. Don’t get me wrong, she can be crazy as fuck, as you saw in that footage, but she never wanted to ruin my career . . . just my fucking ego. Excuse my language.”
She slightly rolled her eyes as my dad chuckled again. I wasn’t sure what was funny until she said, “You’re good. I’m the last person you need to excuse your language around. These people don’t act right Monday morning, you gon’ find out how I roll.”
I chuckled. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to find out, because that would mean that they are refusing to requalify me for the competition. We all stood to walk her to the door. Noni was still asleep. She had to go to the hospital in a little while to see about a patient of hers. She was trying to avoid having to do a hysterectomy on her because she was so young and wanted children. However, if she couldn’t get those cysts and fibroids under control, she would have to operate.
I didn’t know what any of that shit meant, but I just let her talk out her thoughts in between sex scenes. We’d fucked in every corner of my house last night. I had her ass upside down at one point. We fell asleep sticky as hell. It was the most sexually charged our relationship had ever been. Now that I had gotten it nasty like that, I wasn’t going to want to go back to how we used to fuck.
She’d sucked my dick again, and I swore I wanted to shove it down her throat. I didn’t know if someone had been in her ear, coaching her, or if it was something she always wanted to do but wouldn’t let her guard down to accomplish it. Whatever the reason, I was grateful she went for that shit. Carter and I would surely have to talk about that shit once she left.
Mrs. Taylor had to come early this morning because she had to go out of town to meet with another client. That woman was busy as hell. It was Saturday, and she was still working. She was passionate about what she did, I supposed, just like Noni and Bali. Weekends meant nothing if they had a patient in the hospital. They made visits every day, whereas most doctors only called on weekends if it wasn’t critical.
As we watched her drive off in her Maserati, Carter said, “I bet she was fine as hell when she was young.”
Uncle Legend chuckled. “Hell yeah, she was. I was already with your mama when I met her. Plus, she was married. You know I like chocolates. Had I not been with Harper, I definitely would have shot my shot. She’s older than me, though. By like ten years, I think.”
“Damn. She look like she’s still in her forties.”
“Well, I wasn’t committed to Shana yet, and I was definitely peeping her out. Back then, a woman being married didn’t stop me. Case in point . . . Asad.”
Everybody laughed as we headed back inside. I could hear the shower running. Noni’s car was in the garage, and I hadn’t told them she was here. They all looked toward my bedroom with frowns on their faces.
Relieving their curiosity, I said, “Noni came over yesterday evening. We’re back together.”
Carter smiled and slapped my hand, but Uncle Legend just stared at me. He glanced back toward my bedroom again, then said, “Be careful, man . . . cautious. That was quick. Is she just feeling guilty?”
“I think that’s part of it, but she finally expressed her most intimate feelings. I mean . . . she’s always said she loved me, but that was it. She never went in depth like she did last night. Our connection felt brand new. I can’t be cautious if I’m going to give her my all, Unc. If I’m cautious, then I’ll hold back. I don’t want to hold back, especially now that she isn’t.”
