Lo was moaning so much she damn near was singing in falsetto. I knew I was hitting her just right and couldn’t tear my eyes away from seeing her display of love faces. I didn’t stop pounding her until I felt her walls ready to give way to her orgasm, but right before she could, I placed her back on the bed.
“Quadior,” she warned because this was my second time denying her the chance to cum.
I smirked, motioning for her to get on all fours. Seeing her bent over in front of me was the perfect view. I massaged her ass cheeks before sending a hard smack across them. I didn’t even let the pain subside before I delivered another one. Her freaky ass sank even deeper into position, and she moaned.
“The only time fat ass should be used in reference to you is when you’re bent over like this. Throw this fat muthafucka back on me until you come undone, mama.”
And that was exactly what she did. Her hair in my hand, my right foot planted on the bed, and my left hand on her hip gave me the perfect leverage to slam into her over and over. It was a movie watching her pussy leak and her ass move like jelly.
“That’s right, fuck me back, Lo. Prove you’re done being a runner.”
We were both moaning before I could finish getting my words out. The look she gave me over her shoulder made it difficult to keep it all together, so I didn’t. I allowed myself to bust inside of her to mark the beginning of what I felt would be a long and bright future together, because that husband of hers was as good as dead.
“That’s the third time in forty-eight hours. They’re trying to send a message, and I’ve never been afraid of a challenge. Schedule the flight back. It’s best I’m there to handle this in person.”
The deep rumble of his voice paused for a brief second. He was agitated and trying to keep his voice low so that he didn’t disturb me sleeping. The consideration he always exuded for me made my heart beat a little faster. I truly did not deserve Quadior.
I hadn’t done right by him in our past, and he had every right to be hesitant with me. I was the one who pursued him. First with harmless flirting until I was comfortable enough to ask him for what I really wanted. When I propositioned him to take my virginity, he thought I’d lost my mind, but I was curious, andI trusted him immensely. I didn’t have to do much convincing, because I knew Dior felt something for me, and it wasn’t platonic or innocent.
I totally used him because I didn’t want to go to college as a virgin. While he wanted to pursue me, I told him we could never be together. He was CCB, and I didn’t want any parts with my father and his gang members when I left for school. But I’d gotten my karma ten times over since then.
Quadior didn’t owe me anything, and we both knew it. Yet and still, he agreed to protect me. I mean, he agreed under the guise of having me race for CCB, but I knew his choice was about more than that. He still had feelings for me. Knowing that was what made it so easy to give myself to him last night. And honestly, I’d do it again. Watching the muscles in his back flex made every vein in my body heat with a fever only he could cure.
“Okay, bet. Love.” I watched him end the call, then run a weighted hand down his face. Sliding the covers from my legs, I silently made my way over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist once I was close enough. I inhaled deeply when I pressed my cheek into his back. His natural scent was quickly becoming one of my favorites.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to wake you, mama,” he declared with a slight turn to look at me.
“You didn’t disturb me, Dior,” I assured him, allowing my eyes to drift closed.
We remained in that position for a while, and neither of us felt the need to fill the silence with words. The way he allowed me to hang on to him said more than a thousand words ever could. I wasn’t expecting Dior to become my anchor in all of this, with our jaded past, but he had, and he served his purpose very well.
Spinning around, he tucked some of my hair behind my ear and smiled down at me. “We have to leave,” he warned me in a gentle tone.
I planted my chin on his stomach and glanced up at him. “Yeah, I heard. Things aren’t getting better?” The second the question rolled off my tongue, my mouth was filled with cotton, and my gut flooded with the inky tendrils of fear that loved to plant roots in me.
As if he could see me about to spiral into a dark place, Dior planted a finger under my chin and forced me to look at him. “They will, and that’s all you need to worry about.” I melted into the warmth of his hand sliding up my neck to caress the side of my face. “You believe me when I say I got you, Harlo?” I nodded without hesitation, but it wasn’t good enough for him. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” I croaked out before I cleared my throat and tried again. “Yes, I believe you. I just worry someone will get hurt. Emir is violent and evil.”
I wanted to focus on the warning I was trying to give, but Dior’s smile distracted me. He seemed genuinely delighted that I had worries. “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.”
Him reciting scripture to me made my bottom lip tremble. If I couldn’t trust Dior’s word, I could always trust that of the God I served. Even when it was hard, I knew He never left me. Being forced to go to church as the good governor’s wife served me well. In my lowest moments, it was the strength of God to pick me back up again. He promised me things would get better, and with Dior, they certainly were well on their way there.
“I say all that to say, we will do our part, but trust God will fight for us. He sees all and will revenge all. Word is bond; everything is going to work out, so please stop worrying and have faith in your man.”
I couldn’t contain my smile if I tried. “My man?” I tucked my lips to tame my giddiness at his declaration. We hadn’t discussed anything of that nature, and he was just throwing his claim out there.
He nodded his head while looking at me as if I’d grown two heads. “The way you put that pussy on me all night long said I was your man. You were the one sending the memo, so how I got it, but you didn’t?”
My cheeks flushed with heat, remembering the things he’d done to my body. “Cut it out.” I giggled with a shake of my head. “You do know I’m still a married woman, right?”
His entire countenance fell at the same time he put distance between us. “LoLo, don’t piss me off. I was having a good morning.” He pinned me in place with a glare that could put fear in anyone else but me. My confidence came from knowing Quadior would never hurt me.
I chuckled, taking a step closer to him. He tried to back away, which led to me chasing him until he fell backward on the bed. I straddled his lap, pinning him to the bed. My lips were a magnet to his because the next thing I knew, we were feverishly kissing. Liquid gold seeped out of me when he cupped my ass cheeks in his hands and pressed his pelvis upward to tease my fully erect clit.
I moaned, seconds away from becoming undone. Dior sucked on my bottom lip, then slapped my ass hard as fuck. I loved the way he caressed the stinging area until the sensation of pain was gone. Somehow, I found the strength to pull away from him and to pry a little more into what he’d said to me.
“You really want to be my man? You don’t think I’m damaged? You don’t hate me for not choosing you?”
