Before I could respond, I saw her getting up. Walking toward us with that switch in her hips, her girls giggling behind her like this was funny.
"Sontae," she purred when she got to our table, completely ignoring me like I was invisible.
Sontae? This bitch was on a first name basis… who the fuck was she?
"Damn, stranger. You don't come through no more."
"Whaddup, Sheree." His voice was flat. Uninterested.
"You tell me, baby. I ain't seen you in months. I thought we was cooler than that." She leaned on our table, her titties practically spilling out her dress, making sure he got a good view. "You ain't gotta be so distant."
Sosa sat back, his arm going around my shoulders, his body language making it clear who the fuck I was.
"I been busy. The restaurant, my girl, all that. You know how shit go."
"Mmm." She finally looked at me, her eyes running over me like she was sizing up competition. "This must be the one everybody been talking about."
I ain't say shit. Just stared at her with a look that said try me.
"Yeah, this my lady. Yah-Yah, this Sheree. Sheree, Yah-Yah." He squeezed my shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse us, we trying to eat."
"Of course, of course." But she didn't move right away. Just stood there, biting her lip, looking at him like she wanted to devour him. "Well, don't be a stranger, Sontae. You know where to find me when you need... anything."
She walked away, her hips swaying extra hard, and I watched as she sat back down with her girls, all of them whispering and glancing back at us.
"That bitch real comfortable with you," I said once she was gone, my voice tight.
"Man, fuck her." Sosa's hand slid from my shoulder to my thigh, gripping it possessively. "I don't give a fuck about Sheree or none of them other hoes. You the only one I'm thinking about. The only one I want. So stop looking over there and look at me."
I turned to face him and he kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth, his hand sliding higher on my thigh. He didn't care that we was in public, that people was watching. He wanted everybody to know who the fuck I belonged to.
"You mine, right?" he said against my lips.
"You know I am."
"Say it."
"I'm yours, Sosa."
"Aight then." He bit my bottom lip. "Now let's eat so I can take you home and remind you why you shouldn’t be worried about no other bitch."
* * *
By the time we got home, Sosa was on me before we even made it fully through the door. His hands was everywhere, gripping my ass, sliding up my dress, unhooking my bra.
"Babe, slow down—"
"Nah." He pushed me against the wall, his body pinning me there, his dick hard against my stomach. "I ain't slowing down shit, Matter fact, take this dress off before I rip it."
I quickly unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor. He looked at me standing there in just my thong and heels, his eyes darkening.
"Goddamn," he muttered. "Upstairs. Now. And keep the heels on."
I practically ran up the stairs, feeling his eyes on my ass the whole time. By the time I reached the bedroom, he was right behind me, his hands grabbing my hips and throwing me on the bed.
"On your back. Spread your legs."
I did what he said, watching as he stripped out of his clothes, revealing all that tatted chocolate skin and muscle. His dick was already hard, thick and long, and my mouth watered.
