Page 65 of What I Needed

He sported a wide grin as he offered his hand to River, but River looked at it with disdain until Donovan returned it to his side.

“I can’t believe you canceled our date to go out with the biggest womanizer in Black Elm. I guess that doesn’t matter when you got deep pockets,” Donovan said in a disgusted tone.

“Donovan, I⁠—”

“Erissa, the only thing I want you to explain to this nigga is how my face was buried in your pussy this morning. If it ain’t that, send him on his way.”

“Oh my God, River.”

I let my head fall forward and covered my face with my hands.

“Don’t be embarrassed now. You weren’t embarrassed when you told me to finger fuck you while I suck on your clit.”

“Donovan, can you please just go?”

“Damn. I thought you were different. You had me fooled,” he said, his voice filled with disappointment as he walked away from our table.

“I cannot believe you!” I whispered-yelled.

“His ass couldn’t take a hint and leave on his own.”

“You’re so embarrassing.”

“My bad, but he needed to understand that you’re off-limits.”

“I could’ve told him myself in a more polite way.”

“You were taking too long. Eat your food before it gets cold.”

“So, I was thinking about dessert,” I said.

River and I had left the restaurant, and I assumed we were headed back to his place. I had something else in mind, though.

“Elm Street Blues has some of the best desserts in the city. Why didn’t you order something from there?”

“I didn’t want dessert from there.”

“What’s the name of the place, and it better be better than anything we could’ve gotten there?”

“I’m positive you’ll enjoy it more. Do you remember how to get to my house?”

“Yeah, but I’m not eating shit you got there.”

“Even if it’s my pussy?”

He glanced in my direction with raised brows, and I already had my eyes on him, waiting for him to react to what I’d said.

“Shit. Say less, baby.”

In less time than it should’ve taken, he turned into my driveway.

“It’s a good thing I put your house keys on my keychain,” he said when he opened the passenger side door.

We entered through the front door, and as soon as he locked the door, he pressed me against it.

“I’m ready for my dessert,” he whispered before pressing his lips against mine.

We stood against the door for at least ten minutes, kissing, groping, rubbing, and moaning. The crotch of my catsuit was soaked, and I was beyond ready for him to remove it from my body.