“What’s wrong with this? I’m in my home, comfortable.”
“Are you playing with me right now?” He asked as he stepped closer to me. “I didn’t give you dick when you wanted it, and the next day you got another nigga in here?”
I laughed. “Don't flatter yourself. We’re good, Cane. I don’t beg for dick, and I’m not going to react off not getting it.”
He leaned into me, his mouth brushing against my ear, his body pressed against mine. My back against the wall. “Oh, you don’t beg?” he asked as he lifted my leg and pressed himself against me.
“No, I don't,” I said.
“When I’m ten inches in you.”He pushed two fingers inside. “I can have you begging,”he moved them in and out of my pussy.
“Moaning,”he added another one to his rhythm.“And cumming.”he moved his fingers faster, making sure to tap at my G-spot. “But I could also have you crying and hating me,” hesaidas he started rubbing my clit. “I don’t want that, and you don’t need that. This relationship is already complicated, and I don’t want to add to it.”
“But. . . .”
‘But nothing,” he said as he pressed his thumb deeper into my clit. “You see how you're forgetting to breathe for me? You feel how your heart has been skipping beats since I touched you? You feel that heat all over your body? You hear how fucking wet you are?” he asked as his fingers worked my pussy. “I’m clouding your mind and your judgment. I could get anything I wanted from you, rightpushfuckingpushnow.” The last thrust of his fingers had me cumming all over them.
I tried to hold on to his words because he was right. I was enthralled, Intoxicated, and even if his finger didn't have me breathless, he still wouldn’t know the word no.
“But I ain’t the nigga to give that to.”
“Why not?” I whined. He pulled away, taking every bit of pleasure from me.
“You feel that emptiness and that loneliness?”
I nodded.
“That’s what I’m trying to prevent, but you don’t get it.” He said. “Don't let me do that to you, Snow.”
“Ok,” I said. I was defeated. I couldn’t even hide it. I pushed his hand from between my thighs and slipped from between him and the wall.
“Don't disrespect me like that again, Snow.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Having that nigga here.”
“Cane, he was in my room when I got out of the shower. I didn’t let him do anything.”
“How the fuck did he get in?”
“My mother.”
“I need to talk to that damn crack head!” he barked.
“You’re overstepping. I’ll handle my mom.”
“And what about him?”
“I’ll talk to him.”
“Na, you won’t because the next time you see that nigga, you’re going to be wearing a black dress and it’ll be his eulogy you’re reciting.”
“Please, Cane, just let me handle it.”
“Do you still want that nigga or something?”
“Does it matter?”
