Iwatched helplessly until Faith disappeared behind the door of her house. It pissed me off that she had a nigga taking her trash out like a big-ass simp.Ishould have been her biggest simp. I should have been heronlysimp. She didn’t need anyone else thinking they needed to do things for her that were my responsibility. I had half a mind to take her trash can back to the back of her house and bring it back to the road myself. Taking care of Faith was my job.
I backed up and pulled into the driveway before climbing out and ambling to the door. There were multiple things that made me get out of the car, but the main one was because I was just as drunk as Faith, and I hadn’t had the first drink. I was drunk off her. I needed more.
The second reason was petty as fuck, but I didn’t give a damn. I wanted her little friend to say something to me. I just needed him to breathe my way, and I was getting on his ass. Even if Faith had never fucked him, he wanted her to. The idea of some nigga playing Mr. Nice Guy and trying to get in my pussy made my trigger finger itch. The urge to let my chopper sing rang in my head louder than the sound of me pounding on the door.
To my surprise, I only had to knock once before Faith tore the door open. Her eyes were wild as she looked over me like I was out of my mind. Maybe I was. “Are you freaking crazy beating on my door like that?”
I was done playing. Grabbing her by the collar of her shirt, I yanked her to me, slamming my lips into her hungrily. Actually, I was starving. Need and desire drove the vehicle as our lips danced. The taste of alcohol on her tongue gave me a head rush. I didn’t care that we were standing on her porch or that her neighbor friend was probably getting his eyes full right now.
In the moment, all I cared about was the weakness in my knees and the deafening pounding in my chest. My dick was harder than astrophysics, but I wasn’t even thinking about it. The only thing that mattered to me was the woman clinging to the back of my head like I was her lifeline. She damn sure felt like mine. Fuck everything but Mrs. Faith Fuller. She was the only thing that mattered to me anymore.
“Stop fighting me, baby,” I pleaded. “On my life, I’m never going to hurt you again. I know I don’t deserve another chance, but please.”
“Shut up and come fuck me,” she demanded.
I damn near nutted on myself when I heard those words, but I held it together long enough to pick her up and walk her deeper into the house. The door slammed behind me as she wrappedher legs around me to hold on. I fisted her hair as I kissed her again.
“Which way?” I panted, pulling out of our kiss just long enough to speak.
“Straight back.”
My hand snaked around her back, holding her to me as I stumbled haphazardly through her living room. I pushed through the door and spotted the bed in the dim room.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled against her mouth right before she kissed me again.
“Reed, I said shut up and fuck me.”
“I have to say it, baby. I know I don’t deserve this, but I’m so grateful to be here.”
“I thought I was the drunk one.” She giggled.
Leaning in, I took her lips again as I laid her on her back. The sweltering heat between her thighs was a beacon, directing my fingers to her center. Her back arched when I located the switch that turned her heater on high. Gently, I massaged the soft, sensitive flesh that made her purr like the kitten she was.
“Reed,” she cooed, damn near making me cum on myself again.
Apparently, she didn’t know the effect she had on me. My dick was harder than the concrete driveway outside, but I didn’t want to rush. As long as I had been waiting for this day, I already knew that I wouldn’t last long. I needed to get her off first.
I spread her legs, pushed that short-ass dress further up her hips, and I lowered myself between her thighs. Her flowery scent intoxicated me as I kissed my way up the softest part of her thigh.
“Lord, thank you so much for giving me this opportunity. I know I don’t deserve it, but I?—”
Faith burst out laughing, interrupting my conversation with the man upstairs. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I was trying to say grace.”
“Boy, if you don’t shut the hell up and eat this pussy.”
“If you don’t mind, I’m having a conversation with my father. He knows how fucked up I’ve always been about you. We have had a million conversations about this moment. I just gotta pay homage.”
“I knew your ass was drunk.”
“And Lord, thank you so much for this delicious meal and the gorgeous queen who marinated it all day in preparation for this feast,” I said before finally diving in.
“Aaah shit.” Faith hissed, clamping down on the back of my head as I gently pressed my tongue against her slippery bulb.
She rolled her hips against my lips as I slowly curled my tongue, flicking her clit until she squirmed, thrashing her hips wildly as I lapped up every drop that oozed from her. Even with her juices thoroughly saturating my beard, I was still starving for her.
I needed her still for the next part, so I pushed her thighs back, anchoring her to the bed before I latched onto her hardened bud. I made wide circles with my tongue while shoving two fingers into her tunnel. Feeling her walls contract around my fingers had beads of precum oozing from the tip of my dick.
