“Rich!” I cry. “Wait…wait…”
“You running away from me?”
I nod like an idiot.
“Nahhh…not you. NotmySlim,” he mutters in jest, shoving another finger inside me. “Not my baby that tried to stab me with a fork. You too tough to be running away from me.”
Somewhere between his cooing, laughing and my loud moans, he wriggles a third finger inside of me, “For running.”
He leans over me, breathing into my ear and kissing the lobe. “Make me understand why that nigga got you running from me.”
“Because I can feel it and…and…and he never?—”
“He never did what?”
I moan back.
“Tell me what he didn’t do.”
“He…he…he never did?—”
“This?”
His mouth disappears from my ear and his tongue clashes against my clit without warning while his fingers crawl deeper inside of me, making that pressure spread throughout the rest of my body.
“Show me what he never did,” he murmurs between deep sucks.
I don’t know if it’s his fingers that are knuckle-deep inside of me, the tip of his tongue that dances along my clit or his voice, but the pressure rises to the tiptop of my body and finally explodes out of me.
“Rich!” I whine as the aftermath trickles onto his pretty granite countertop.
He pulls his lips from me with a loudpop. “Is that what he never did? He never made you cum?”
“Yes!” I gasp, blinking down at my trembling hands. “Yes…”
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, tonguing the wet streaks on my legs. “This why you ran over here in the rain to get to my stupid ass?”
“Yes!God…yes.”
He twists his fingers inside me in a slow, grueling motion.
I pull my body forward. “I…I can’t take anymore.”
He presses his forearm into my lower back, holding me in place and cooing out a soft, “Yeah, you can, baby.”
I moan in response and swipe away a trickle of drool because I’mstillhigh—so high that I try to hold on to every “baby” and nasty proclamation he uttered, just like I did with those callusesand scars on his hands. Now I have another part of him to savor when I’m alone.
“You should hate every man, you know that right?” he murmurs, planting another wild kiss on my throbbing pussy.
“Huh?”
“You told me you hate AJ.”
“Because I…I do.” I blink swiping a tear from my cheek.
Somehow, between the moans, the orgasm and sweet nothings, I forgot all about my confession.
“You should hate every man—” he repeats himself.
