“Nobody pussy ever felt like mine, Dominique?” she talked back to me, and I loved that shit.
When we first started fuckin, Riot was too shy to say anything back to me, but now, she’ll talk her shit to me just like I would.
“Nobody baby. I swear to God. Look how I’m in this shit without the rubber. This heaven, baby,” I had to let her know, taking one hand off her waist for a second, only so I could bring it down, and slap her on her ass. Her body shuttered when I did that shit, but she never stopped fuckin back.
“What you going to do when you nut?” she asked me, eyes still on me, and I swear from that question alone, she almost made me release.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck you want me to do baby. Can I dump it in you?” I had lost my fuckin mind by this point.
“Yesssss,” she moaned, gripping my dick even tighter, and I could feel the pussy getting wetter. I knew she was getting ready to get hers off.
“Say it though. I want to hear how you say it,” I demanded, feet curling up, about to bust mine too.
“Hmmmmm…. Dolo, nut in meeeee,” she moaned that shit so beautiful to me, making my legs buckle.
I threw my head back, let out growls like I was an animal or some shit, and for the first time in my life, here I stood, nutting in some pussy, and that shit felt so fuckin good. Riot was going through the aftermath of busting a fat nut because she stood in front of me still shaking, still feeling my dick throb in her because she was softly moaning.
I eventually pulled out of her, dick still somewhat hard, and I watched as my semen was slowly trickling down her thighs.
“Look at that shit baby. You the toaster strudel,” I made a social media joke to her.
I swear I don’t be on the internet like that, but I saw that people was making shit like that a thing, so I wanted to join in, and say my own. I knew that Riot wasn’t going to know what the fuck I was talking about though.
“What? What does that even mean?” she asked, turning around, and looking at me like I was crazy.
I chuckled because I knew that she wouldn’t understand the reference behind the joke.
“Nothing. Damn baby that shit felt good. You got room for one more?” I asked her, pulling her to me.
“I actually don’t. Not if you want to make it to dinner,” she voiced.
“Just a quick one, and that’s it,” I pried, desperate over the shit that she had in between her legs.
She got with the program and gave me what I needed right here. We were both able to bust another fat one together.
When we finished, that’s when I grabbed her washcloth and soap, so that I could wash her body down. When I finished with her, she came around and did the same thing to me. I felt like a king, standing back, allowing my beautiful queen to wash me off.
I could get used to this shit right here. I used to feel like niggas were crazy for wanting to settle down with just one woman. I’m not going to lie, when I decided to do this relationship thing with Riot, I had fears that I wasn’t going to be able to get it right. I’ve lived a life where I’ve messed with a lot of women, so I thought that I would stray and jump back into old habits.
It was easy for me not to fuck around on Riot because I actually gave a fuck about her, and I didn’t want to hurt her.I never would have thought that at 25 years old, I would have given in my players card.
Chapter 14
Riot St. James
“Ay. You got a nigga walking behind you. Don’t touch that fuckin door,” Dolo said from behind me, as I was walking up to the restaurant’s door. The thing is, I swear I wasn’t going to touch the door. As soon as I got in front of it, I was going to move out of the way, so that he could open it for me.
“You are so romantic, Dominique,” I said it in a sarcastic kind of way.
My man was romantic, but he was just hood as hell with it. He’s been complimenting me all evening, telling me how nice I looked, but the kind of shit that he was saying, it was the kind of compliments that I would never want him to say to me in front of my family. His mouth was crazy, but I really did love that crazy shit.
“Yeah aight. Don’t touch the door,” he repeated it, getting close to me, and he was able to reach for the handle, and he opened it, allowing me to walk in first.
Dolo and I were having date night. He was hell bent on getting me out of the house tonight. This man left a note on the nightstand this morning, telling me that he wanted to take meout. I had every intention to be in the house all day, just as I’ve been doing, but he wasn’t going for that shit tonight, so here I was, dressed up, putting my jeans, and sneakers away, dressing up sexy for my man because that’s how he wanted me. Every time that I dressed like this, I felt out of my body. I didn’t feel like myself, but then when I stood in the mirror, and saw what was looking back at me, I would be in love with the image.
I didn’t want to wear a long gown and heels like I’d done in Mexico, but I still wanted to put on something sexy for Dolo. Ari took me to a popular boutique this evening, where I picked out a lot of things, but this outfit of choice is what I ended up going with. I opted on a black leather corset, and it hugged my waist so tight that it looked like I’d gotten my ribs removed. I wore these green, snakeskin leather pants that were hugging me as well. The pants fit me perfectly, and I don’t know if Dolo was lying to me or not, but when I was getting dressed, he told me that my ass looked fat in the pants, so the bottoms were doing what they needed to do.
I wasn’t into heels, but I was trying to be. Even though the heels I had on were pretty high, they were sturdy, so it was easy for me to walk in them.
