That’s the final joke I let her ass get off before my anger took over, and I yoked her ass up. With my hand around her neck, I pushed her against the door frame. The wreath on the other side chimed as her body hit the metal.
I gripped her jaws, pressing them firmly. Her lips puckered like a fish.
“You get that dawg in you with that liquor. You not who the fuck you think you is, E. You wanna be hardbody and treat me like a fuck nigga, we can play that game, baby girl.”
With the other hand, I slipped it into her laced panties. Wetness coated my fingers immediately and I moaned before trailing her slit and slipping into her opening. Splatters everywhere.
She couldn’t resist it as her head fell onto my shoulder and she ground against my fingers.
“That’s what the fuck you needed, some act right. My fingers can’t do shit for you. Panties off, hands on the wall, spread them ass cheeks. Let me see that pussy smile.”
I released her. Her leg fell, her stance went lazy.
“I fucking hate you.”
I snatched her dress, pulling it over her ass cheek. My eyes dropped to her body. That mothafucka was always picture perfect.
“Then show a nigga what that hate feels like.”
Her glassy eyes bounced around mine as we locked in on each other. “You think you got the cure for me, Courtland? You think dick is going to solve my problems?”
She slowly stripped out of her thong, twirling the material around on her finger before stuffing them into my mouth. I spun her around, pressing her head into the wall.
“The dick gon’ solve yours. And this pussy gon’ solve mine,” I said in her ear. “Spread them mothafuckin’ cheeks.”
She did as I demanded.
Her juices shined, pussy awaiting.
I pressed her back in, making her arch deeper. I ran my dick against her crack.
“Fuck me, Rayzor,” she begged.
I slipped inside her.
The halo shined as I fell into home.
“Fuuuuccckkk,” I grunted.
Aftermath
We laid on the floor staring into space. Then she got up out of nowhere holding her dress to her chest, hair mangled, sweat drying. Her feet leaving small footprints along the way.
“You can leave,” she told me.
That shit hadn’t registered fully and when it did, I hopped up. “Fuck you mean?”
“It means just what I said. Bye.”
She was dismissive like fuck. Hadn’t even looked back at my ass or nothing.
She was heading to her kitchen with me hot on her trail.
“You treatin’ a nigga like a simple fuck.”
“The fuck was anything but simple, but I’m also grown and know how to get my nut and go.”
I grabbed her arm, swinging her around to face me.
