That was all the permission I needed.
I crashed my mouth against hers, kissing her like we’d done that before and she’d come back because nobody else had measured up. A soft moan slipped from her lips as my hands traveled down her body and disappeared beneath the hem of that little-ass dress she had no business wearing around me. The material was thin, short, and molded to every curve like it had been designed specifically to test my self-control.
My palms closed around her ass, squeezing hard enough to pull another sound from her. Her ass was soft, thick, and damn near perfect. It fit into my hands so well that I had to remind myself she wasn’t mine to keep.
She tore her mouth away from mine, breathing hard as she looked up at me. “Surely you plan on doing more than just grabbing my ass all night, right?”
A slow smile spread across my face as I pulled her tighter against the hardness pressing between us.
“Hell yeah. We just getting started, ma.”
“Good. Because drunk and horny don’t mix well with slow hands.”
I chuckled lowly, sliding one hand farther beneath her dress. “Ain’t shit slow about me. I’m just taking my time because once I stop being patient, you ain’t gon’ be worried about work, the time, or who might be outside that door.”
Her smirk faltered, replaced by something darker. “Is that supposed to scare me?”
“Nah.” I lowered my mouth beside her ear. “It’s supposed to prepare you.”
With no warning, I scooped her up quickly. Her legs wrapped around me mid-air, causing the dress to ride up her waist. The way she moaned into my mouth told me she wanted that shit just as bad as I did, if not more.
After placing her on the counter, I gripped her thighs and pulled her to the edge. The movement made her sway slightly, so she grabbed my shoulders to steady herself.
With the fabric up higher, I caught a glimpse of a birthmark on her upper right thigh that was shaped like a little star. It was unique as hell… just like her.
“Bathroom counter,” she said bringing me back to the moment. “Classy.”
I leaned in until my lips brushed the shell of her ear.
“Ain’t shit classy about what I’m about to do to you, though,” I warned, my words thick and nasty. “Classy went out the window the second you invited me in here. I’m about to push that little-ass dress up around your waist and fuck you until you forget you got somewhere to be in the morning. Them people outside gon’ hear every moan, every curse, every cry, and every time you beg me not to stop. And when I’m done, you ain’t walking out of here like nothing happened. Yo’ legs gon’ be shaking, that pussy gon’ still be throbbing, and every time you sit down for the next few days, your body gon’ remind you exactly who had you losing yo’ mind.”
My voice dropped, low and merciless.
“My ultimate goal tonight is to make sure you remember how I tore that pussy up, how many times you begged me for more, and how fast all that bold shit disappeared once I had you calling on God like he sent me personally.”
I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.
“By morning, curiosity won’t be the only thing satisfied.”
The look she gave me said,Nigga, if you don’t stop talking and give me this dick.
A low chuckle rolled from my chest. “I’m ’bout to give you exactly what you looking at me like you need.”
My hand tightened around her waist, but I didn’t move any closer.
“But before I touch you again, use that bold-ass mouth and tell me you want this shit. I’m all about consent. I might ruin your train of thought for the rest of the night, but I’m not ruining my life over a misunderstanding.”
And I meant that shit.
When it came to consent, I needed clarity, not assumptions. I didn’t move off hints, mixed signals, or drunken maybes. I talked shit, yeah. But I required aclearyes before thedickever left my pants.”
Why?
Because I didn’t play about a woman throwing the wordrapeon my name afterward because she regretted what happened or wanted revenge. I had too much to lose to ever leave something like that open to interpretation. A lie like that could destroy everything a man built, and any bitch stupid enough to weaponize it against me would be signing her own obituary. It was too much willing pussy in the world for a nigga like me to force myself on anybody. Hell, women volunteered before I even finished asking.
Yeah, shawty is fine as fuck, but I’ll kill the entire mood and leave her standing here horny, a bit confused, and irritatedbefore I touch her withoutabsolute certainty that she’s with it. And if she ever lie and claim otherwise, being beautiful won’t save her. I’ll bury her while remembering exactly how good she looks.
Her lips curved before she reached into her purse and pulled out her phone.
