“Ooh, I could stay here all night,” Righteous throatily says before he dives back in.
I feel dizzy when he sucks and slurps the nectar that oozes from my core at a rapid pace. My eyes blink continuously when I see Righteous’s face covered in my juices as I tighten my thighs around his head.
“Wait. Wait. I . . . I can-can’t . . . take any more, Right-Righteous . . . please,” I scream on a broken cry.
“It looks like you’re ready for round two, huh?” Righteous eases up my body, bringing his face to mine, allowing me to taste myself on his lips.
The nastiest of the kisses has my body hot and ready, like a five-dollar pizza from Little Caesars. Righteous seems to read my signal as he lines up with my entrance and eases in slowly.
“Oh, yeah. I’m definitely gonna kill anybody dumb enough to step in your direction with this good shit between your legs.” Righteous’s eyes peer into me intently as he moves in and out of my tunnel.
“Righteous,” I whine.
“What are you whining for? This is your fault. If your pussy wasn’t so good, I could stay out of it. Lift your leg.”
“I’m sorry,” I weakly say, but lift my leg anyway.
“Don’t apologize, because I’m definitely not complaining,” Righteous says, and I momentarily forget the soreness and pain.
“Ooh,” I cry when he hits my G-spot.
“Damn, Navae. This shit should come with a warning label, with your good pussy having ass.”
Macaroni sounds and slapping skin bounce from the walls as Righteous slowly beats my pussy out of the frame. I grip his back as my hands run up and down the sweaty surface.
“Ahh, Righteous. Oh shit. I’m about to cum.”
“Then cum. I’m right behind you. Cum, Navae,” Righteous demands. “Shiitttt!” Righteous moans as we reach our explosive climax simultaneously.
“Wow,” I murmur as my chest heaves up and down heavily.
“Tonight confirms that you and that gold mine between your legs belong to me. Ain’t no coming back or changing your mind. We’re locked in forever.”
All I can do is lean over and lay my head on Righteous’s sweaty chest. What’s understood doesn’t need an explanation. The new tattoo on my body is another reminder of my commitment to this man. The aftercare he gave me and the delicious dick strokes are just an added bonus. I’m not going anywhere. My man, my man, my man is the only thing I can say when anyone mentions the name Righteous.
So much has been going on since Jariyah and I began our whirlwind relationship. I picked Jariyah up from work two hours ago, and we came right to our date location. Jariyah has done a great job at integrating into my world, but I haven’t done the same. While my feelings for Jariyah have been doing cartwheels in the chambers of my heart, I also have to remember to incorporate one of the golden rules of male-female bonding: dates.
How can I show Jariyah that her place in my life is secure if I haven’t taken the time to wine and dine her? Tonight I’m going to fix my fuck up in a way that’s fitting for a man like me. Jariyah and I have been around my brothers and outside people with every encounter we’ve had up to this point. But I haveneglected to ensure that she’s capable of handling her own in every situation. I have been making up for lost time by teaching Jariyah how to shoot every day for the last three days.
“Hold your hand steady before you fuck around and shoot yourself, Navae.” I stand behind Jariyah and wrap my hands around her shaky ones.
Most people would dispute and even frown on my labeling this a date. But I don’t give two fucks about how people think about my definition of a date. Jariyah has been around people who have shown her nothing but the proper way to walk and talk. But since I already know I’m not letting Jariyah leave me, she must get more than thrills and frills with me. She might have sought me out to spice up her boring life. I’ll be damned if I don’t provide her with the basic lessons on self-defense. Thoughts of what could have happened had the Midnight Eagles gotten their hands on her have nearly kept me up.
“Okay, babe.” Jariyah straightens her posture with her legs spread apart and her eyes on the target in front of us.
Pride bursts in my chest as I release my hold on her hands, which are now steady, allowing me to take a step back.
She got this shit.
When the gun sounds a second later and hits the intended target center mass, I pump my fist in the air.
“Oh my God! I did it. I did it.” Jariyah jumps up and down, grinning.
“Watch what you’re doing, Navae. Shooting me wouldn’t be a good look so early in our relationship.” I smirk.
“Oops. Sorry, babe. I want to try again.”
The light in her green eyes is reminiscent of emeralds, and all I can do is nod to keep from responding to the twitches my dick is doing.
