“N…nah,” I stutter. “You ever made love to AJ?”
“I used to believe we were making love, but now that I think about it, I don’t think we ever were.”
“What you know about making love anyway? I don’t think you lived long enough to be talking about making love.”
She sniffles. “I just know that sometimes…sometimes I want you inside of mesobad because I want to feel like I’m a part of you, and if that’s not what making love is then I guess I really don’t know anything about it.”
She runs her hands down my chest, gripping my shirt. “Is that why I scare you? You know how bad I want you?”
I feel like we’re back in my kitchen where she’s blurting out all that shit about Rasheeda and Beatrice because she’s so obsessed with trying to figure out what’s going on in my brain.
I try to lean forward again.
I just need to bury my face between her legs to get some type of order back between us.
“Rich,” she sings sweetly as her fingers crawl under my shirt. “If you sit up again, I promise it’ll be your last time. You can’t distract me with your tongue anymore.”
A rough “oof” flies from my mouth as she pushes me back against the driver’s seat.
“You said to open my mouth and tell you what I want and you’d give it to me with no problem.” She yanks my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the passenger seat.
Afterward, she hooks her fingers through the sides of her thong, sliding it down her hips and legs. Then she curls her fingers into the sides of my shorts and boxer briefs and yanks them down until they fall around my ankles.
I suck in a breath as my dick springs out. We look at it, and another low click floats from the back of her throat.
“I want you inside me,” she whispers.
“Baby…”
“Yeah…I know we’re being stupid, and I don’t want to hear any lectures right now.” She pulls herself up and looks me right in my eyes while squatting over my dick.
I think her pussy is the first flower that’s ever bloomed right in front of my eyes. I unlock my fingers to brush one against it, but her nails dig into my stomach as soon as they get close to her wet, swollen lips.
“Are you trying to touch me?” she asks.
“Nah, mama.” I gulp. “I’m just…letting you do you.”
“Uh-huh. I think that’s what’s best for us right now.”
She looks at my dick, angles herself right over it and eases down on it. I’ve never heard a woman sigh in relief while sliding my dick inside her, but that’s exactly what she does. Her shoulders even droop.
Afterward, she whines, thrusting her head back. “Oh, God…”
Yeah…oh, God.
I fling my head against the headrest, biting my bottom lip.
I was fifteen the last time I was stupid enough to go raw inside of a woman and fifteen years later here I am again drowning in the warm cocoon of another pussy without even so much as a life vest. But this ain’t just any pussy. This is Slim’s. She isn’t some random woman from Jazzy’s who’d snuck me drinks all night then fucked me in her backseat. This ismybaby. My baby that wants to make love. My baby that thinks I deserve shit like empathy, softness, and a life outside of hell.
This is mine.
This is the woman I own.
“You feelsogood inside of me,” she whispers to herself. “Like…like I almost hate you for trying to keep me from this, and you know I can’t hate you.Fuck.”
The crazy part is that I ain’t even all the way inside her, and she’s so warm that I have to fight my eyes from rolling to the back of my head. It’s too late for her, though.
Her head lolls to the side, and the whites of her eyes show while her legs tremble. “Ri—Pup.”
