I sounded crazy, but it was hard to argue when a big ass nigga was fucking you relentlessly.Damn, why does this feel so good?
His hand tangled in my hair and he yanked me up, never stopping his brutal rhythm. His lips pressed against my temple, then found my ear. He nipped the lobe, sucked it into his warmmouth. I couldn’t help it; that was my shit. I clamped around him, gushed all over his dick.
“Sick of that smart-ass mouth,” he breathed against my ear.
“You know I’m right,” I whispered back.
He spanked my ass again. “Tiptoes,” he ordered.
I obeyed, then squeaked when he bent my leg and lifted my knee onto the couch’s back, opening me up more to his thick, delicious invasion.
“Mekhi…”
“Say you sorry,” he demanded.
“You first.”
“Stubborn ass.”
He slammed into me repeatedly, and when I was on the edge again, about to tip over into bliss, he whispered, “I’m sorry, Little Thug. We made a snap decision, and it went wrong.”
“I’m sorry, toooo,” I wailed as I came. “But you know I can’t help my mouth,” I gritted out.
He laughed, low and husky as his dick jumped inside me.
“You something else, girl.”
“You like it,” I sighed, slumping over the couch, totally spent.
He laughed again, and I felt the soft press of kisses against my back
“Yeah,” he murmured finally. “I guess I do.”
I swearthe damn walls were shrinking. Every breath I took felt like it bounced off the walls and came back wrong. My leg wouldn’t stop bouncing, my anxiety feeling like a nonstop current of electricity. I tapped the end table in time to the bouncing, trying to calm myself. I had fucked up today. Fucked up bad, so bad.
“Gaylen!” my mother screeched from the kitchen, using the name she’d given me after “the move.” “Stop that damn tapping! It’s driving me insane!”
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. The bouncing and tapping were all that held me together right now. I felt like I was unraveling right down the middle. I was fucking up, so bad. So bad.
Farrah.
Her name tasted like something sweet and forbidden. I kept seeing her face, the freckles, the honey eyes that looked so warm, the mouth that looked made to give a man peace or destroy him completely. And the way she’d felt in the club.
Fuck!
I wanted her.
Wanted her in a way that made no sense, had no logic.
Wanted her in a way that made my skin itch.
Wanted her in a way thatpissed me the fuck off.
She wasn’t supposed to look athimlike that.
Wasn’t supposed to run tohishouse, curl up inhisbed, lethimprotect her.
Mekhi.
