“You don’t fucking tell me to shut?—”
I fuse our lips together in a sexy, commanding kiss. Her chest heaves, and her lips relax underneath my pressure. I don’t give up, but continue coaxing her lips open with my tongue, by licking them and brushing my lips against hers.
She slowly opens her lips to me, and she is all soft, warm, and sweet. I need more, and this slow kissing ain’t ever been me. I pillage her mouth, stealing what I want, plundering what she’s slow to give, and dissolving every barrier she is attempting to erect until a soft whimper falls from her lips.
She pulls back slightly, clutching my cut and moaning my name. “Chaos.” Just hearing her say my name like that, the way she did a long time ago, almost robs me of my resolve to stand firm against her. I want to give her every damn thing she asksfor, but I must remain in control. It’s what’s best for her, CJ, and me. I can never be weak for this woman again.
Charisma’s hands go to the back of my head, and her fingers softly caress it. She presses hard into me, throwing her leg up, and I catch it.
I can tell that she wants me as badly as I want her. I grip her by the neck and demand, “Who you been fucking?”
“What?”
Her eyes are teary, and she is staring at me in confusion with swollen lips and a heaving chest that turns me the fuck on. The top button of her pink sleeveless blouse has come undone.
“You heard me. Who have you been fucking in the last five years since I’ve been gone? Don’t your ass lie to me. I’ll find out. If you lie to me, I’ma put a bullet in that nigga’s head right in front of you.”
“Nobody, Chaos.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me!” I snarl, gripping her neck tighter.
Her fingers pry at mine, trying to peel them away from her neck. I only tighten my grip and stare harder at her. Through gritted teeth, I demand, “Be honest with me. I might not fuck ya li’l boyfriend up over the truth, but I swear to God if you lie to me, I’m killing a nigga.”
Tears fall from her eyes as I ease my grip, and she replies, “Nobody. I swear.”
“Nobody in five years, Charisma? How the fuck you expect me to believe that?”
“I promise that I haven’t been with anyone. I’ve dated, but I haven’t found anyone worthy of giving myself to.”
“What about the nigga you’re dating now?”
“He cares enough about CJ and me that he’s willing to wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“The first anniversary of our dating. He knows how important it is to me to be taken seriously.” There is an edge to her voice, but I ignore it.
“How long has it been?”
“Eleven months and nine days.”
Fury rushes through me, and I sneer at her. “Ya li’l ass sound anxious to give him the pussy, Charisma.”
She shrugs, pissing me off even more. “I have been with no one in five years. It’s only fair. I’m sure that you haven’t been celibate.”
Rather than answer her, I snatch her ass up and toss her over my shoulder. I jog up the steps leading to my bedroom, toss the stacks of pillows to the floor, and throw her on my king-size bed so hard that she bounces.
I kneel and drag her by the ankles back to the edge of the bed. Charisma grips the corner of my navy-blue bamboo sheets and tugs with all her might.
I peel her gray leggings off and pry her thighs apart.
“No, Chaos. You don’t get to bully me into eating my pussy.” She clenches her little lacy panties like that will stop me.
“See, that’s where you got shit fucked up. I told you before, you were mine. This ain’t your pussy to give away. It’s my pussy, and I eat, fuck, and suck this shit whenever I want.”
“You make me sick.”
“Are you telling me you don’t want me to eat this pussy, Charisma?”
