Page 102 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

“These really look dope on me.” I continued to check myself out.

“I told you they would.”

“Yeah, you did.” I smiled happily.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he said, watching me as I ran my fingers through my deep wave curls.

“Thank you.” I shyly smiled.

“Come here.” He motioned with his finger.

Seductively, I crawled onto the bed toward him. As soon as I was close enough, he kissed me. One thing I learned about Ethan, his love language was physical touch. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself. When we go places, he’d always hold my hand. Or when we’d sit somewhere together, his hand had to be placed on my thigh the entire time. That did something to me because he made me feel so good. My sex drive had skyrocketed since he’d come into my world. As we kissed, his hands roamed all over my body, and I knew we were about to get carried away.

“Hold on.” I stopped him. “We can’t do it here.” I pouted.

Not only was Savannah and Dakota in the next room playing, but I respected my sister's house enough to not have my head banging against the wall.

“You tryin’ to go back to my place then? I’ll bring you back.”

There wasn’t any thinking required; I was horny as hell. I hopped out of bed and slid my feet into a pair of Crocs.

“Let’s go.” I licked my lips.

As if I had him under a spell, he rose from the bed and followed me out of the room. Aja was in the living room laughing at the TV when I approached her.

“I’ll be back,” I announced.

“Where y’all going?” she asked.

“To play grown up games.” I smirked.

“Take y’all nasty asses on.” She waved me away.

“I like to make too much noise, so being here is not going to cut it. I’ll be back,” I called out to her as I headed for the door.

My coochie was aching and ready to be stroked. On the ride to Ethan’s, his fingers played between my legs. I can’t even describe how turned on I was. It got to the point where I unbuckled my seat belt, so I could lean over to place my face in his lap. Since I couldn’t jump on his dick while he was driving, I opted to give him some head instead. The sound of his moans and my slurping mixed together became louder than the music.

“Fuck, Amore.” He groaned with his hand gripping the back of my head.

Once we pulled up to his house, I didn’t let up. He had to push me away in order for me to stop. Even then, I pulled him by his shirt to bring him in for a wet, nasty kiss.

“Get yo’ freaky ass in the house.” His voice dripped with anticipation.

We were like wild animals, attacking each other as soon as we stepped across the threshold. As we made our way to his room, piece by piece, our clothes trailed on the floor behind us. We were so caught up in the moment, we didn’t even realize the other moans echoing off the walls. In shock, I froze as my eyes took in the view before me.

“Wow,” I gasped.

Zenobia and Carla were laid up in his bed while Carla gave Zenobia head.

“What the fuck are y’all doing?” Ethan yelled.

“We wanted to surprise you.” Carla jumped up with a smile, then glanced at me.

“Care to join us?” She licked her lips.

“What the fuck did I tell you would happen the next time to invited yourself into my shit without permission?” He said, aiming his pistol at Carla.

“You bitches got five seconds to get the fuck out my goddamn bed and out my house before I make this muthafucka blow.” He cocked his gun.