“You just gotta find the nigga who brings your missing pieces to the table, that’s all.”
My eyes drifted across his face in surprise. “When the fuck did you get so wise?”
“I’ve always known this. If you bothered to talk to me, then maybe you’d know.”
I rolled my eyes. “That goes both ways, but okay.”
“You know one thing I’ve learned about you?”
“What’s that?”
“You always have to be right.”
I shot him a disapproving brow. “No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do. Even right now, you’re trying to argue with me about why you should be right when you should really just fuckin’ listen. If you just kept that pretty ass mouth shut and listened half as much as you talked, your hardheaded ass might learn something.”
His remark about my mouth made me bring my fingers to my lips before I let out a sharp exhale. I knew I had trouble admitting my faults, but who didn’t? “Can you not come at my neck right now?” I asked.
“I’m not. I’m just being honest with you. You ain’t never had a real nigga and it shows, but don’t worry. All that’s about to change.”
I twisted my neck in his direction as we approached our villa and stepped inside. “You care to elaborate on what that means?”
He turned his body to mine, causing me to press my back against the door. “It means I know what you need.”
“And what’s that?” I asked, arching a questioning brow with my head cocked to the side.
His hands absorbed my hips as he leaned into my ear. “Good dick and advice,” he said, leaning down to let his lips gently dominate mine. “Sleep well, Cassidy.”
He escaped to his room, leaving me with my mouth gaped open and a pair of soaked panties. Just before the sun started to peak through the dark sky, I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Hendrix dancing through my head. Maybe his fine ass wasn’t so bad after all.
twelve
. . .
Day Five
Cassidy
Hendrix and I fused our lips roughly against each other, and he lifted my dress over my thighs. His wandering hands naturally found the curve of my hips and rested there. He pressed his dick against me, and I felt it growing harder by the minute.
“I want you to drain it,” he whispered against my lips.
I protested with the shake of my head. “Hendrix, we can’t…”
He pressed his thumb against my clit, and my hips gaped open like the iPhone Touch I.D. granting him instant access to the treasure between my thighs.
“Please, stop…this—this isn’t right,” I mumbled while letting him slip my lace panties to the side. My mouth said one thing, but my body said another. It was clear that my mind and dripping wet pussy weren’t on the same page.
“Tell me it’s mine, Cass,” he decreed, driving his fingers into the depths of my tightness.
“Stop before I cum,” I moaned.
He leaned in to place wispy kiss my neck. “I’ll stop when you tell me it’smine.”
“It’s yours!” I cried out as he finger-fucked me to my peak. “It’s all fuckin’ yours.”
Hendrix’s expressive eyes closed in on mine as he slowly pulled his sticky fingers away and sucked the sweetness of my juices off them. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said before bending down to kiss me.
