“Naomi,” he breathed, leaning in, “je te veux près de moi.”
I sucked in a breath.
“I don’t know what that means.”
He smirked, lips brushing my cheek.
“It means… I want you close to me. Only you. Not the other girls. When things change, I promise you can walk away and don’t look back.”
Fuck.
“I have less than two hours to get back to the shop.”
“I’ll tap out before then.” He smirked.
Next thing I knew, Ares had me on his black silk sheets, naked, playing with my clit with his tongue. One thing about Ares’s sex game: it was always about me. But I knew he needed pleasure more than me. I lifted his head before I came, and then arched my ass for him.
He chuckled as he played with my pussy from behind.
“You’re always so pretty from back here,” he uttered.
I reached for his dick and did the honors. I moaned as he gave me deep strokes, damn near touching my guts, but I took all of him.
“Throw that ass back on me, doll.” He smacked my ass gently, and I started throwing it back on him like a porn star. All you could hear were my moans and my phat ass slamming against his pelvis.
“Damn, nana, this pussy good.” He damn near sounded like he was in prayer. He pulled me closer to him by my throat and whispered in my ear. “If I could choose you, pretty, I would. I never wanted to leave you,” he said as he pounded me.
I wanted to cry, but I melted into his words, creaming all over his dick. He checked and let my neck go.
“Look at you, cumming for daddy. Now, ride me.”
And I did, until my hair was sweated out, his toes curling and eyes rolling into the back of his head. Until this nigga nutted in me and started snoring almost forty minutes later. I lay there staring up at the ceiling.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t think.
Couldn’t even cry.
I carefully slid off the top of him, showered under his waterfall, threw my wet ass hair in a ponytail, and then grabbed my bag. I tiptoed across the penthouse and hit the elevator before I changed my mind.
Walking down the hallway, my throat burned.
“I have to get away from this nigga,” I whispered to myself.
“But when?
I still love him.”
And that was the problem.
That was always the problem.
CHAPTER 14
Bianca
“You Should’ve Valued Me Higher”
