What does that mean?
Hello?
Nigga! I know you can see these words on that tiny ass screen!Answer me!
After being ignoredfor the third time, I rolled my eyes. I fully planned to spend the rest of my night laid up, cakin’ on the phone with his ass like a teenage girl. I had just settled on a movie to watch in bed when the doorbell rang.
“Now who the fuck?” I swore if it wasn’t a lil girl sellin’ cookies on the other side of that door, whoever it was, was getting cussed smooth the fuck out. I had to eat those words when I looked through the peephole and saw Chase standing there. I swung the door open and stood there with my hands on my hips.
“You can drive through L.A. traffic to get over here, but you can’t pick up that artifact to text me back?” I asked with the fakest attitude that I could muster.
“I thought I would pull up and thank you in person,” he answered with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as they drifted down over my barely dressed body.
“So, you show up over here to ‘thank me’ without a gift, or a fruit basket, nothing?” I laughed, before letting him in and watching as he locked up behind us.
“I got this.” His eyes glimmered mischievously as he pulled my hand to his hard dick, making me gasp.
Did he drive over here with his shit bricked up?
“We’re not supposed to be having sex, Chase,” I fussed. He replied by pulling me into a nasty kiss—the kind that turned my resolve into an afterthought and my pussy into a broken fire hydrant.
“You say that like you didn’t just fuck me in a house full of people less than twelve hours ago.” As he spoke, he stole more kisses, and his hands made their way to my ass.
“That was… for the case,” I argued, then yelped as he picked me up. I loved a man who could toss me around like a football, but I wouldneveradmit that to him.
“So, you can honestly say that you haven’t been thinking about this all day?”
“Since I met you,” I mumbled, moaning as his lips hit myneck. He loved putting his face there like it was his favorite place on earth.
“What?” he asked, pulling back and looking at me curiously, feet still moving us toward my bedroom.
“Nothing,” I whispered and pressed his lips back into my neck.
“Where you get this shirt from?” he asked as he pulled the Flyers’ shirt with his name and number on the back. My cheeks warmed. He wasn’t supposed to pop up on me to catch me reppin’ his ass, especially after my silent vow never to do it again.
“I bought it,” I said coyly, pulling him in for another kiss.
“Amaya,” he fussed, pulling away from me. “Why the fuck would you buy a shirt with my name on it, when I’m right here? That’s a waste of money!”
“I was trying to support you!” I teased. “I thought if I bought enough shirts, maybe you could afford a real phone with a screen and internet.”
“Fuck you,” he laughed. “But for real, don’t do that no more. I probably have like a thousand of these at home.”
“I know,” I said, playfully fluttering my lashes. “That’s why I stole it from your room the other day… I took like four.” He laughed so hard that we both damn near hit the floor.
“Crazy ass.”
When we hit my bedroom, he closed the door behind us and dropped me on the bed like a sack of potatoes. I propped up on my elbows and watched him peel his shirt over his head before he playfully tossed it at me like I was front row center at a strip show. I followed his lead, letting him pull my oversized t-shirt over my head and slip my panties down over my hips. I rubbed my fingers through his waves as he planted kisses on my thighs.
“For the record, I’ve been thinking about this since I met you too, baby,” he whispered as his mouth moved from my thigh to my pussy, pressing his fingers into my g-spot as his tongue played over my clit.
“Chase!Fuck!” My back arched off the bed, but he neverdetached from me, fingers and tongue moving in perfect sync to send me into a frenzy. That man had me feeling so good that I couldn’t see straight. He ate my pussy like it was his last meal on death row, and I just had to take it. Once I had fully moisturized his face and beard for the third time, he finally let up, planting one last kiss to my clit before pulling away.
“Turn over,” he growled as he stood up, removing his pants so that pretty ass dick could greet me properly. I never moved as fast as I did, rolling over to my stomach and arching my back.
“Hurry up,” I groaned into my pillow, thirsty for the dick like he hadn’t just given me three orgasms.
“Shut yo’ bossy ass up! Now, ask me nicely,” he teased, smacking my ass and rubbing just the tip of his dick across my eager pussy.
