Page 33 of The One He Desires

“I’m not one of those mechanical bulls. Ride this dick, baby.” I tap her ass as her hips rock on me slowly.

It seems that without any encouragement from me, Journee wakes fully as she places her hands on my thighs and bounces on my dick as my hips meet her thrust for thrust. Her head is thrown back, and her eyes are at half-mast as the mattress protests from the intensity of our coupling. My hands move to her breasts, gripping them tightly as her moans increase from the contact.

“Ssh. We don’t want to wake Sweet Face, now do we?”

Journee’s response is a nonverbal moan as I push up into her tunnel.

“That’s my girl. Ride this dick, baby.”

“Mm, Sincere. You feel so good.” Her words are low and breathy as I get lost in her hypnotic eyes.

Journee stares at me with glossy eyes and delight that causes me to bite my lip to keep from crying out like a bitch. A pulsing knot forms in my stomach and I thrust into her while watching her intently. I pull her down into my chest as I hug her to me, and her heart thunders against me.

“Fuck me, Sincere,” she cries out.

Wordlessly, I shift while flipping our bodies until she’s lying on her back, dipping back into her warm center before either of us can miss the disconnect. Lifting her leg on my shoulder, I push into her as she pants heavily from the impact of my strokes. Watching her intently, I note the rapidly changing expressions on her face as I thrust in and out of her while hitting her G-spot with a smile. The beginning surge of blood moves from my toes up my body as my nut signals its approach.

“I’m ready to cum, but I need you to wet me up first. Can you do that for me?”

My plea is more like me begging so I don’t release before she does, but the pressure in my dick alerts me that I’m running out of time.

“Cum on this dick, Journee, now,” I demand, which seems to do the trick, as her nectar hits my dick in turn, signaling my release as my nut shoots into her tunnel like they’re running late for an appointment. “Mm, you cum sooo good for me, baby.”

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to move after this,” Journee says once her legs stop shaking as I slowly ease out of her and drop beside her on the bed.

My heart gallops in my chest as I work to regulate my breathing and return my heart rate to normal. Sex with Journee makes me feel like I can run a marathon through a rainstorm. My eyes get heavy as I fight the urge to fall back to sleep. A cheesy and lopsided grin slides into place when I realize that we’ve effectively moved from single to in a relationship. That’s a title I look forward to using.

I’m in a relationship. The knowledge of Sincere and I locking in brings a smile to my face much like his presence does. Not to mention the daze I’ve been in since the night we crossed the lines from two people feeling each other out to lovers. My goodness, Sincere knows how to put it down in the bedroom. I had to soak in a hot bath after he left my apartment. It’s been years since anything other than my toys has been between my legs. But boy, did it hurt so good.

Had I known Sincere’s stroke game was like that, I might have pushed up the timeline for when we got it in. I have been on a three-day high that I don’t want to come down from. Sincere makes agreeing to be his woman easy. From how attentive he is with Milan to his thoughtfulness in planning our first dates, I can’t help but wonder where he’s been all my life. With a man like Sincere, I know that I picked from the bottom of the barrel with men in my past. But life has always shown that when you know better, you do better, and that’s what I plan to do from now on. I don’t know where Sincere and I are headed, but I’m happily ready to take this ride.

“I’m not sure what’s changed with you lately, but I love to see the glow and smile you have.”

I look up from the rack where I’m adding new inventory to see Deanna watching me intently. The smile on her lips, matching her eyes, prompts me to reciprocate her merriment.

“Thank you.” I blush without providing any details for my reason.

Sincere and I are new, so I don’t want to jinx us by raving over him until more time has passed.

Girl, bye. You and that man have been locked in since the night he asked you to dance. The heavy desire in his eyes should have told you everything you needed to know.

I blink and lightly bite my bottom lip as I consider the thoughts in my head that I haven’t thought about before now. While Sincere’s gesture was sweet, I never took the time to analyze its meaning. I just assumed he was being nice, like the day he consoled Milan when we met.

Right, the day you insinuated that he was a pedophile. I bet you regret that outlandish thought now, especially after you let him slip and slide in your hotbox like y’all were at a waterpark.

“Alright, I’m going to take my lunch if you don’t mind,” Deanna says before I can process the new thoughts in my mind.

“Oh, sure thing. Enjoy your lunch.”

Deanna smiles and then comes from around the counter before she leaves the boutique, leaving me alone. The music playing in the area thankfully gives me some company in the otherwise empty room. I return to what I was doing as I add the shirts to the rack, then push my inventory cart to the next one to do the same. Once that’s done, I move to straighten the undergarments bin so it looks more presentable. It always irritates me when customers come in and ransack this container, with no thought to putting things back the way they found them originally. I hum to the new song that plays just as the doorbell chimes, alerting me to a new customer.

“God must be on my side.”

I exhale heavily and close my eyes momentarily at the sound of BN’s voice. I turn to see him with a mischievous grin as he stalks toward me.

“Let’s not bring my Savior into this mess. What do you want, Brian?” His name tastes like acid leaving my lips, as it’s the first time I’ve verbally said it in four years.

“Why are you acting like we don’t have anything to discuss? I know you’ve gotten my messages. I told you what would happen if you continued ignoring me. Now, what are we going to do about my daughter?”