Page 58 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

I felt myself becoming irritated. Slowly, my mood was changing, and I wanted to take my ass back to the house. I didn’t have time for the drama with another bitch over a man who was just for the moment. Once I got in the house, I went to the mini bar and made a double shot. Then, I went to his bathroom, undressed, and started my shower. The water felt so good. It actually helped calm my nerves on top of the liquor I had just consumed.

I stood under the water and thought about what ol’ girl said about Ethan training me. I knew what a sub is only because of that Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. When I first saw the movie, it had me intrigued. To know Ethan was on that type of time had me wondering how deep he was into that lifestyle. I washed up deep in thought, then I got out, dried off, and lotioned my body from head to toe.

The house was quiet, so I assumed he was still outside, dealing with ol’ girl. I wrapped the towel tightly around my body and rummaged through my duffle bag to find something to put on.

“I apologize about that.” I heard his voice behind me.

“Yeah, it’s all good.” My tone was flat.

“What you doing?” he asked.

“Looking for something to sleep in.”

“Who said you were going to sleep? Come here.”

I turned around, and Ethan stood across the room, butt ass naked. His perfectly built body had my mouth watering, but I wasn’t going to show it. His dick was semi hard, standing at attention.

“Amore, come here,” he repeated.

His tone was calm, but his command was stern.

I dropped the clothes in my hand and took my time walking in his direction. I stopped about two feet away without saying a word. My arms were folded across my chest, and yes, I still had a slight attitude.

Ethan reached out and grabbed my elbow, pulling me closer to him. Unfolding my arms, he unwrapped the towel from my body, allowing it to fall to the floor. His hand gently caressed the side of my face as his thumb rubbed across my lips. I stood still as he moved to stand behind me. My back was to his chest as we faced the mirror embedded into his wall. The way his hands slowly rubbed down my arms made the hairs on my body prickle.

“I don’t want you worrying about Carla. She’s not going to be a problem.”

“Do I look worried, Ethan?” I glared at him through the mirror.

A smirk spread on his lips.

“Are you feeling some type of way right now?” His blue eyes squinted.

“Yes. Are you training me to be your sub?”

He didn’t respond right away.

“Nah, you’re not built for that lifestyle.”

“Says who? Why would she even assume that you’re training me?”

“Carla’s jealous, and she’s assuming you’re taking her place. Technically, you are but not as my sub. You’ve been through too much bullshit. What I’m into and how I fuck on my subs, I don’t want to trigger you.”

We stood quietly, staring at each other in the mirror.

“I trust you,” I whispered.

Since I had an idea of what came with that lifestyle, I felt safe enough to be open and try it. From behind, he rubbed the head of his dick around my opening. I was wet and ready, but I was definitely still feeling some type of way. He could say what he wanted. To have a jealous woman lingering around, shit could get dangerous. However, all my thoughts faded away the moment I felt him dip down to enter himself inside of me. I sucked in a deep breath and had to stand on my tip toes so I could adjust. He reached around front to grab my neck while slowly rocking in and out of me. My mouth hung open as my eyes were glued to his.

“Mhmmm,” I moaned as he played with my clit.

My earlobe was in his mouth as he sucked, sending all types of shock waves through my body.

My head rested against his chest as he took control of my body. The long, slow, deep strokes had the insides of my thighs dripping. I tried crossing my ankles to keep from cumming without permission. That shit wasn’t working, though.

“Look at me while I’m fuckin’ you, Amore.” he whispered in my ear.

Our eyes locked in the mirror, and he had a devilish but sexy grin on his face.