“Da only expectation I had that night was ta be witcha. The sex was an additive, but trust, a nigga not pressed ’bout pussy.” I paused to let that sink in. “You said dat sex hurts sometimes and dat’s fine. We ca’ work ’round dat if dat’s what you want. Is dat what you want?”
Without hesitation, she nodded. “Yes, I want to work around it. It’s just that it was a problem in my last relationship. I just thought?—”
I held my hand up to stop whatever foolishness that was about to come out of her mouth. “I’on wanna cut you off, but I am. Da most important thing you need to remember and live by when it comes ta our relationship is da I’m not dat nigga or any other nigga. I’m Tafari Seasons.”
A smile broke through on her beautiful face. “I understand that. I just want you to know that it happens sometimes and acknowledge that I know it can be frustrating. I want to be upfront, so you know what you’re getting into. The sooner you know, the sooner you can make the decision on how long you’ll stay.”
My eyes squinted because she couldn’t be serious. I leaned my forearms on the table. Vince and Jordan gave me a synopsis on who her bitch ass ex was when I told them that I was interested in Pril. Dude was a definite bitch, and it showed in the hurt that he left behind in Pril. “Yo, I’ma fuck ole buddy up fanot loving you right. Don’t worry doe ’cause I’ma get all dat hurt right up outcha and replace ’em wit’ love.”
It was a heavy task to come behind a man that left hurt in a woman. It took a man that had a special capacity of understanding to pull that hurt out of a woman and replace it with love. All men didn’t have it.
Pril smacked away a tear that trickled down her cheek. “Thank you for cooking for me even though it feels like you broke into my house.” She tittered after her little smug comment.
The creases on my forehead deepened. “How I break in ya house if I had da code to get in here? I’m supposed ta be here. Don’t make dis disappearing act a thing, Pril. I get a lil fool when I can’t get ta my woman.”
All she offered was a faint smile and an okay. That was good enough for me. As long as she knew.
Working Through It. . .
My baby was right when she said sometimes sex hurts. Tonight was not one of those times from what I could see, tell, and feel. There was no way that she was in pain. She rode my dick like it was a damn sport. “Fuck, Pril. Ride ya dick just like dat.”
Her braids were in a bun on top of her head, her hands cupped her breasts, and her face showed her complete ecstasy. Her hips rocked and whined to the beat of the R&B song that crooned over the sound system in her bedroom. My hands gripped her hips tightly to control her movement as much as I could. “You feel so damn good.”
Her moans were loud. I reached up, grabbed her neck, then pulled her lips down to mine. Our kiss was nasty as fuck like we both liked. “Let me feel dat pussy from da back.”
Her smirk was sexually devilish.I love that shit.Her body lifted from my dick, she climbed from my lap, then did the unexpected. When my dick hit the back of her throat, my back lifted from the bed. “Muthafucka! Pril, what da fuck you on?”
I grabbed the top of her bun and pulled her mouth off my dick. If I didn’t, she’d be tasting this nut in her mouth instead of her pussy. She wiped the corners of her mouth when she sat on her hind legs.
Once I was out of the bed and in position, I didn’t have to tell Pril what to do. She knew exactly what to do and I meant exactly. The way her back dropped made my dick harder than it already was. She glanced over her shoulder, clapped her ass, then winked. “Put it in, baby.”
Smack!I lined my mans up with the target and slid in like she requested. I held my breath until I bottomed out.Smack!“You thought I wasn’t ga wait for dis good ass pussy? You out ya mind, Pril.”
I stroked her middle, then switched up the angles to hit new spots. She got an A for effort when she tried to throw her ass back to keep up with my strokes. When the top of her body dropped, I knew that my mission to wear her ass out was being accomplished. “You see how deep I’m in dis pussy? Dats how deep I’ma be in ya heart.”
“Yes, please don’t stop. Get deep in my heart, Tafari. I’m about to . . . oh my!” Her pussy muscles clamped down on my dick like a C-clamp.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I fought against the clamp to pull out just enough to keep my dignity as a man. If I didn’t, I would have nutted before I wanted to.
Once I got myself together, I slid back in. It was time.Smack!“Now, let’s work through this shit here, Pril.”
Chapter 4
Pril
Some Time Later . . .
I never knew that it could feel this good to be with someone. Tafari was what I prayed for and all the missing pieces that I didn’t know I needed to pray for. We hadn’t been together long in the formative sense, but it felt like I knew him in a past lifetime and would in the next. He knew everything about me. Well, almost everything.
“I’m just going to let him know that something came up,” I said absentmindedly. “It shouldn’t be that big of a deal. He’s spent the night with me before.”
Nicole pulled her hand away from me. “Girl, please stop playing with my cousin-in-law. You did thishide your painthing with Derrick and you see how he played in your face. Now, I’m not saying what he did was your fault. What I am saying is don’t follow the same blueprint you did with that fuck nigga. Man Man is not a fuck nigga.”
The few times that Tafari spent the night at my house it was after sex which meant no period. Now that I was sexually active, it seemed like Lil Bitch decided that she would be more irregular than she had been before. When Tafari asked me to spend the weekend with him, I didn’t expect that my period would peek herhead in likehey bitch. Like Lil Bitch knew my plans, she came on with a vengeance and the pain of the devil.
“I know my baby is not a fuck nigga. What’s the point of going to his house knowing I’m gonna be balled up in a corner crying from pain or drugged up to not feel it?” I huffed with annoyance. “What the fuck is he supposed to do with me?”
I snatched Nicole’s hand back to continue her nails. We had a standing appointment every three weeks. Lacie’s appointment was at the same time, but my niecey-pooh, Zoie, wasn’t feeling well so she canceled.
