“What?!” he asked with that damn smirk spreading wider.
“No.”
“And why not?”
“Because you know why. Your arm is messed up, and you don’t need to be doing all of that.” I shook my head. “Besides, I’m trying to have a bonding moment with you,” I added.
“Shawty, you act like we can’t bond with my face in yo’ pussy.” He smirked.
My breath caught. Just for a second. But he saw it. I knew he did because that smirk turned into something darker. Something that said he already knew he was winning.
“Kyrie.”
“What?”
“No.” I shook my head.
But even as I said it, I could feel the pull. The way my body was already responding just to the idea of it. The way my thighs pressed together without me even thinking about it.
“I guess,” he said, shrugging like it didn’t matter. But then his voice dropped again. “But it’s a shame how a nigga married and can’t even please his own damn wife.” He sucked his teeth. “I wish I could’ve gotten a hold of that pussy ass nigga before he went to jail.”
“Yeah, well, you can’t,” I replied.
“Who said I can’t?” he smirked.
“Kyrie.”
“What?”
“Squash it, and let the police continue to do their job. They got him locked up, and that’s where his ass needs to be.”
He nodded, then leaned his head back against the pillow and watched me. I could feel his eyes on me like a physical thing. Like he was already touching me without moving an inch.
“Aight, ma, I’ll drop it,” he said slowly. “But under one condition.”
I already knew what he was going to say, but I asked anyway.
“And what is that?” I cocked my eyebrow.
“You let me eat your pussy.”
“Kyrie!” I said his name again, but this time it came out breathier than I meant it to.
“What? You keep calling my name like that, and it’s making my dick harder.” He smirked, and his eyes moved down my body. Slowly, like he was already undressing me in his head.
“Why are you so damn nasty?” I asked, shaking my head.
“Because I gotta sit here and look at you,” he replied.
“What does looking at me have to do with anything?”
“Because it does.” His voice was lower and rougher now. “Now, are you going to let a nigga taste that shit or nawl?”
He licked his lips, and I swear to God, I felt it between my legs.
A part of me wanted to say no. Wanted to keep playing this game, but the other part of me, the part that had been thinking about him since the last time he had me pinned underneath him, that part was already giving in.
’Cause I’m not gonna lie, a bitch was a little horny. Especially after that lil’ fuck session he had put me through. That was all I had been thinking about lowkey. Fuck, I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me.
