Page 41 of The One He Desires

Sincere smirks as his hands cup my ass, and I try to fight the moisture between my thighs, not caused by the water we’re sitting in.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, baby.”

I sigh as I mentally coach myself to stay tuned into the conversation and not focus on how husky Sincere’s words are.

“BN cheated on me after getting locked up, then gave me his ass to kiss when I let him know he was about to be a father. If that wasn’t enough, he’s been radio silent until now. My baby is damn near four and doesn’t know he exists. To make matters worse, he acted like a bitch by putting his hands on me. Yeah, ain’t a single drop of love in my heart for that man.”

“Nah. Men only lift their hands in love, baby. Trust me. The only time you’re going to cry with me is when I’m digging in your guts and making you see that loving me is all you have to do.”

I’m without words of rebuttal as my heart leaps in my chest. I stare into Sincere’s intent eyes as love mixes with lust. I lean down and pull his bottom lip into my mouth and suck it like a lollipop as a moan passes between us. Our kiss turns passionate as Sincere’s hands grip my cheeks tighter and almost to a painful pressure. But I get lost in our lips dangling until the thick piece of steel taps against my middle, alerting me to being fully awake. I break our kiss as I pant heavily while holding onto Sincere’s shoulders. My eyes are closed as I work to regulate my breathing.

“Tonight is only about centering you, so despite my desire to feel you again, we ain’t fucking, baby.”

Hold on. Not fucking? I need to see what it’s like to have sex underneath silk sheets. He’s got to be joking, and that’s not something to play about. This is my first time here, and dick should definitely be on the menu.

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said. You’ve had a stressful day, and I don’t want to do anything but hold you as you comfortably sleep in my arms.”

I lift my head and stare at Sincere like he just told me my best culinary dish tastes like beans and weenies. I want to question him further. I want to roll my eyes and pout like Milan. I want to grab his dick and stroke it until he gives in. But instead, all I do is stare at him like he’s lost his mind because, clearly, he has. The pressure in his dick lets me know that I’m not alone in my arousal, and he’s trying to act like he doesn’t understand the signal.

Not to mention the fact that his dick is playing peak-a-boo with the opening of my pearl. No sex isn’t a suggestion or response I need to this moment. He’s tripping, and I don’t like it. I would be able to sleep as hard as Milan if he would fuck me to sleep. No sex, my ass.

I’ll be damned if Sincere didn’t mean business when he basically told me that my pussy is trash. I have been lying next to him for about twenty-five minutes or so, and nothing. Not even a butt rub, and now his breathing pattern has changed, which tells me he’s fallen asleep. I want to punch the air right now. I want the dick, not to be lain up in his arms as his heart beats against my ear. I don’t care that it’s comforting and causes my heart to sync in an easy cadence. I also know that I’m crazy for wanting to complain. But my thighs are slick with arousal, and my pussy is engaged in a solo ping-pong match she doesn’t appreciate. I shift slightly as I try to distract myself with an internal song melody.

The wheels on the bus go round and round. Round and round, the wheels on the—this little light of mine. I’m gonna let it shine. This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. Let it shine. Let it shine. Let it shine.

“Dang it!” I grumble when the little ditty stops echoing in my head.

Another first, and one that I don’t appreciate, because the warmth from Sincere’s bare chest is unfair.

“You aren’t still supposed to be letting that overactive brain of yours keep you from resting.” Sincere’s words rumble against me as I jump slightly from their expectancy.

“I’m in your bed with these silk sheets while cradled against you protectively, and you won’t fuck me,” I whine.

There comes a time when we have to think about the choices we make and ask ourselves if we did the right thing. This is that time. The bed shifts, and I don’t have time to process anything that happens before I’m face down and ass up. In a nanosecond, Sincere slides his dick into me from the back. His size, delicious force, and initial thrust cause me to alternate between calling out to God and him. It’s a contradiction that is dangerous because each time I attempt to call God, Sincere thrusts deeper into my center.

“Ohh—my—G—Sincere.” I moan as Sincere thrusts in and out of me.

“Damn, your fucking pussy is good. Throw your ass back.”

Biting my bottom lip, I fight to hold onto the sheets as the moisture of my palms makes it somewhat tricky.

“Ahhh!” I cry with my voice straining to release the sound as my pussy welcomes the delicious strokes of Sincere’s dick. “Mm, you’re sooo deep.”

“You wanted this, remember?”

Sincere pushes into me with enough force to shift my uterus, and yet, I tighten my muscles and take his strokes as my eyes momentarily close from the pleasure coursing through me.

*Slap, slap*

“Nah, arch your back and take this dick since you want to stay up pouting.”

Sincere’s hands grip my waist as his dick moves in and out of me, which forces me to return to my previous position. It hurts so good, and I think I just might be able to go to sleep after this.

“Mm.” I moan breathily, and Sincere’s dick thickens more than it already is.

“Damn, baby, good God.”