Page 152 of Heart Of A Goon II

“Well, sorry.” I had never had someone that listened before responding to me. Any time I argued with men in the past, we were both screaming at each other, so the point was never proven.

“It’s alright. Watch that fucking mouth before I put something in it again.”

Why the hell was I turned on? I should have been angry, not ready to leak on this damn floor.

He stood up, and walked over to me, grabbing my face. “I’m sorry. I should have called you and that’s on me. No excuses, that is my fuck up and it won’t happen again. I needed space for a minute to think, and I should have communicated that to you.”

“Thanks.”

He walked out to the lounge chair, and I finally decided to go climb into bed. If he wanted space, I could give that. When I was going through things, I liked my own space, too.

It was hard falling asleep, so I found myself staring at the ceiling again. The sun was now starting to come up, so I climbed out the bed to pee before going to check in on him. He had moved the chair a little away from the room and was relaxed with his arms behind his head.

He looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to do anything to disturb him. His eyes opened and he looked over at me. “I woke you up?”

“Nah. I just learned to listen to everything while sleep. Come lay on me.” He held his arms out for me.

“I wanted to, but I thought we were still fake mad at each other… and I didn’t want to disturb you.”

He kissed my neck, as he wrapped his arms around me. “Was never mad at you… and you don’t need permission to love on your man.”

“Can we not do that anymore… I don’t like fighting with you.” I leaned up and stared him in the eyes. “And don’t speak to me that way, Gerald. I’ll slit your throat in your sleep.”

I straddled him, as I waited for him to respond. “I hear you, Boobie.”

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He played with the lace on my slip, as he stared at me. We became lost in each other’s eyes and neither of us needed words for what we both wanted. I lifted my arms and he pulled my slip over my head and played with my nipples. I could feel his dick rise underneath me as he bit down on his lips while he pinched my nipples.

I moaned, as he squeezed and his other hand rubbed my pussy. While he rubbed, I was pulling his linen pants down because I wanted to feel him inside of me. My mouth watered, but I couldn’t figure out if it was pregnancy or the fact that he did that to me.

“Get the fuck on this dick, Baby,” he groaned, as he released his dick, lifted me up and put me right onto it.

Still leaned back on the chair, he held my hips and slammed me down onto his dick with force. Biting down on his lips, he continued to control what he wanted. My breast slammed against my chest, as I held onto his chest.

“Umm… fuck….ahhh!” I moaned out, while he continued to slam me down onto him.

He lifted me up and I teased his dick with my opening before he sat me back down on him. “Ride this shit, Boobie.”

I held onto his chest and bounced my ass down on him. I squeezed my muscles while he groaned, gripping my hip each time I came down harder on him. I felt sorry for the chair because we were showing it no mercy.

Neither of us wanted to make love. We both needed to release our frustrations with each other, and fucking did that for us. I held onto his neck and looked him in the eyes, as he stared into mine.

This nigga was in love with me. Despite all that shit he spoke; he was smitten with me. “Fuck me harder, Zoya.”

“Boobie,” I moaned.

“Fuck me harder, now.” I held onto his chest tighter and did exactly what he wanted. He grabbed hold of me, and pulled me up off his dick, and got off the lounge chair.

I replaced him, and he opened my legs and dove right in. with one leg in the air, and the other hand around my neck, he drilled my shit like he was trying to get to the gold on the other side of the wall.

“Ahhh! Ahhh! Fuc…Fuhhhh!” I moaned out, as he applied more pressure around my neck, smirking while staring down at me.

“Who the fuck runs this pussy, Zoya?”

“Yooou… you do, Goo.”

“This pussy is mine?”