Soldier rock hard, he prepared to dive into her warm pool. Finn licked between her folds one more time. With his manhoodright at her glistening opening, he pushed himself inside her tight walls. Luna immediately gripped his shit, and Finn knew from the first few strokes that it was about to be good. Locking eyes with her, he pushed himself deep into her crevices. Her mouth fell open in bliss, and Finn glanced down to watch her pussy juices coat his third leg. Finn was a pleaser, so he took that as his queue to keep going.
That was why bitches were always running back to him and ready to fight over his ass. He was always trying to outdo himself. His goal with a bitch was to see how wet her pussy got before he let his shit off. He studied a little kama sutra in his day, so he knew how to redirect his orgasms so he didn’t nut too fast. With the snug vice grip that Luna put on him, it was hard to focus. Every plunge he took she snatched a piece of his soul.
There was a transference of energy going on that he couldn’t control, and he didn’t want to. Never experiencing this type of high while fucking a woman, he didn’t want it to end. Every time he threw his hips into her, digging further down her tunnel, she tossed that shit right back at him with a death grip on his dick.
“Fuck, Luna!” he growled, drilling her pussy until she was sopping wet.
There was no more talking. Finn knelt over, his body draping over hers. So close their sweaty skin slid against each other, the skin slapping noises every time they connected prepared Luna for another climax. She wasn’t sure what the fuck Finn was doing to her, but she was in bliss. Fuck the clouds. She’d gone on a space ride and didn’t see herself coming down. Every time Finn hit her with a long stroke, her headboard slammed against her wall. He reached up with his strong ass arm, gripping the top of the frame and taking his time with shorter pumps. Luna’s acrylic’s dug into his bag, drawing blood.
“Agh!” His back arched, but it was nothing short of pleasure pain when the tip of his dick tingledfrom the long-awaitednut. For the next few hours, until remnants of the sun peeked through her blinds, Finn and Luna remained tangled up in her bedsheets.
“I get the feeling Luna is going to have a story to tell me in the morning.” Minx shook her head and dropped her phone on the sofa.
She and Rose were in the living room of her parents’ house. They didn’t have a mansion or no shit like that. It was a modest, old Victorian–style house that they had spent most of her life renovating. Their porch was a large wraparound on each level, and it was four stories. There was a full basement that her father kept organized with his gun collection. It was his man cave, but there was a separate room for family entertainment. An attic graced the top floor, and it was her mother’s workspace for her candle making. She did it for hobby when Minx was a kid, but as she got older, the small business turned into more than that. She also ran a warehouse with high-end fashion for what shecalled hood dollars. Mila had no problem stealing from the rich to make sure her people could afford the labels.
The big-screen TV in the darkened living room gave Minx and Rose just enough light. It was late when they walked in, and the house was eerily quiet. Minx kicked off her shoes and left them at the door. Rose was channel surfing for the last fifteen minutes, and Minx had already spotted two shows she wanted to indulge in while he was clicking away on the smart TV remote. Rose kicked off his shoes and pulled his button-down off, leaving him in his jeans, socks, and a wife beater.
Minx watched him click away while sexily rubbing the top of his head. Feet up on the table, he was so chill, like he was at home. The Ward house had always been that for him though. He took his pistol out and left it sitting on the table too, like another accessory such as his wallet or something.
“Shit, Finn too,” he muttered, settling on ESPN.
They were highlighting some classic shit and Rose yawned a bit before he brought his eyes up to Minx. She was still in her party dress, legs crossed and stretched in front of her with her bare feet on the table. There was a box of Crunch ’n Munch between her thighs. Ever since she was a kid that was her go to snack. She would go to war over that box. Rose went to put his hand inside, and Minx snatched it out of reach. His hand slipped onto her thigh, and neither of them thought anything of it.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her expression serious as hell.
He smacked his lips. “For real, Minx? You still selfish as fuck. I just wanted a little bit.”
“Yeah, your little bit turns into the whole damn box. You ain’t slick, nigga.” She laughed and kept the box out of his reach.
“I’ll buy you a whole fucking case then.” He sat up, stretching his arm and his strong upper torso draped over her.
“Rose, no!” Minx whined, but he had her pinned down underneath him, and his fingers grabbed the box from her hand.
“Gimme that shit,” he grumbled, sitting up between her legs.
It was something they always did, play fight, ever since they were kids. This wasn’t the same. Rose was a grown ass man with a pulse, and Minx laying beneath him all pretty in that little ass dress clinging to her thighs made his third leg appear. On his knees staring her down, Minx heard someone clear their throat. She imagined how it looked, her on her back on the sofa with Rose between her legs lingering over her.
It was seemingly innocent, except neither of them were kids anymore. Minx’s heart leapt to her throat when she saw her father standing in the living room doorway with his Desert Eagle in hand. A very serious and thoughtful man, his dark licorice-colored eyes raked over the both of them.
“Hey, Daddy.” Minx spoke up, sitting up and shoving Rose back.
He fell into the couch and sat down beside her with her snacks in his hand.
“’Sup, Max.” Rose bobbed his head in greeting, stuffing his face with caramel- and peanut-covered popcorn.
“It’s late,” Max’s bass-filled voice emphasized.
“Yeah. Did we wake you?” Minx asked, kind of frowning at him and glancing at the gun in his hand.
“Minx, we talked about all this coming in late shit.” Max chastised his daughter. “Yo’ ass is not invincible out here. I don’t care if Gannon does own the fucking club. And you, you just blow back into fucking town and don’t tell me shit?” Max stepped into the living room, and Rose sat up on the sofa.
“Nah, it ain’t like that, Max. You know me though. I’m a rolling stone,” Rose kidded, shrugging and continuing to smash Minx’s snacks while looking inside to see how much was left.
She already killed half of it. Reaching around him, she snatched it out of his hand.
“Give me my shit.” She rushed to her feet. “I’m gonna go shower and change. I’ll be back,” she warned, sauntering out of the room and leaving her father with her best friend.
Rose stared after her for a moment, and Max perched himself on the arm of a nearby chair, facing him.
