Righteous slaps my ass before his tongue flicks my clit. My pelvis thrusts upward, and Righteous shifts into another gear as his tongue increases its tempo on my clit.
“Damn, you taste good.”
Closing my eyes, I get lost in the sensations flowing through my body, and my hips move rhythmically over Righteous’s mouth.
“Ri-mm—Righteous.” I cry.
“Mhm. I’m right here, Jariyah. Fuck my face.” Righteous’s husky voice vibrates against my pussy, and an uncontrollable shiver invades my body.
Righteous’s tongue alternates between sucking, licking, and slurping as sweat forms on my forehead.
“Shitt, Righteous,” I moan when he sucks my pearl, and I reach out to grab something as an intense orgasm runs to the surface.
“Mhm. Let that shit go. I feel it. Cum, Jariyah.”
I shut my eyes tight and do as I’m told. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave as I scream and shake uncontrollably from the intensity.
“Ohh, God.”
“We’re just getting started,” Righteous says before he positions me over his dick and slides into my entrance. “Fuck!”
“Ooh,” I say simultaneously when another orgasm comes on the heels of the last as Righteous’s dick invades my walls.
Wordlessly and with his teeth holding his bottom lip hostage, Righteous flips us so I’m now on the bottom. I stare into his eyes that are full of things I’m unable to identify. I bite my lip when Righteous thrusts in and out of me slowly.
Oh shit! Slow strokes? Who the hell knew Righteous’s dangerous ass was capable of such an action?
“I ain’t ever wanted to mold my dick to a woman’s pussy like you’re forcing me to do with you, Jariyah.”
Another orgasm hits me, and all I can do is drop my head into the crook of Righteous’s neck and moan. The feelings that course through me are new and beyond explanation. But I’ll be damn if I let him walk out on me after this. Righteous is what episodes ofSnappedwere created as a result of.
The throb in my core and the fullness of my bladder awake me the next morning. I have no regrets about what happened between Righteous and me last night. In the light of day, my eyes peer over to the muscular physique of the man whose bed I’m in. On his right arm is a tattoo patch with the words ‘Baxtown Iron MC’ in perfect calligraphy. Underneath that tattoo are the words, ‘Blood in, Death out.’
Those words cause a chill and a tinge in my bladder that reminds me of my need to pee. I scoot to the edge of the bed and duck walk to the en suite Righteous and I used after our last session. The air hits my naked body and causes me to pick up my steps. I enter the bathroom minutes later and quickly use the bathroom before I wash my hands.
My eyes bulge when the purple-ish mark on my neck comes into view. I’m not sure if it’s a result of our second or last sexcapade, but again, I have no regrets about how it got there. That thought causes me to leave the bathroom and head toward Righteous’s bed where he has yet to budge. With a smile, I climb into his bed and try to pull the blankets over me, but the loud ring of my phone stops me.
“If your ass didn’t show how much you enjoyed my dick, I would be offended by someone disturbing our peace thismorning.” The sound of Righteous’ sleep-heavy voice has my eyes shifting down to see the humor that shines in his.
“Yeah, there’s nothing for you to be in your feelings about,” I say before I ease over him to grab my phone from the nightstand closest to him.
When I’m back in position against the pillows, Righteous traces lazy patterns on my shoulder as I answer the incoming call from Mom.
“Good morning, Madam Mayor,” I greet sarcastically.
“Don’t be coy with me. According to my sources, you didn’t go home last night?”
My eyes roll over to Righteous, whose fingers are still on my shoulder without a care in the world.
“I uh, stayed with one of my girlfriends after getting hammered.”
A smirk slides on Righteous’s lips as he shakes his head before his fingers discontinue their actions. The lie isn’t for my sanity, because I don’t feel the need to share my location with Mom. But a slight pang of regret fills me when Righteous leaves his bed. I’m a grown woman, so this conversation with Mom is pointless. While I told Righteous I moved out, and I did, I wasn’t honest about my living arrangements being close to my parents, who only occupy the mayor’s mansion for special engagements. It’s too embarrassing to share, and I hope the lie by omission won’t further deter Righteous.
Fucking Jariyah wasn’t in the cards, especially when my plan was to break things off with her. It’s crazy to think about since Jariyah isn’t my woman. We’ve been on one date that can’t even be called that, since its purpose was to dissuade Jariyah’s interest. Jariyah isn’t the first woman to be on the back of my bike, so even that isn’t noteworthy. But damn if her little ass didn’t mess me up the second her lips connected with mine.
What’s worse is how I feel now that I know what her inner walls feel like. Damn, if I don’t want to follow Jariyah around with my dick out on the ready. I went from being prepared to walk away to forcing Jariyah’s ass to be mine. This shit is wild. For the first time in my life, a woman’s pussy got me in a chokehold.
“Hi.” A smirk forms when the sound of Jariyah’s voice penetrates my ear canal.
