Page 2 of Know Your Place

When I calmed down, I opened my eyes and focused back on Beretta. His tattoo covered muscles flexed with the tension of working hard for his nut. I matched his pace and grabbed his smooth face. “Look at me when you nut.”

He groaned, and I could tell he was close. I clenched my pussy and held it like that.

“Fuck.”

He looked into my eyes, and I swore something ethereal passed between us. His face screwed up, and I knew it was time.

“Pull that big ass dick out for me so I can suck the nut out of you, daddy.”

Daddy? I never called niggas daddy. It bigged their heads up and gave them a sense of power. No, thank you.

It pleased me that Beretta seemed like the type to know how to follow directions because a couple of strokes later, he pulled out. I grabbed his dick and got into position just in time for his cum to flow into my mouth.

Another thing I never did, tasted a man’s nut. A nigga could taste me all he wanted. I was an all you could eat buffet, but my mouth rarely went on a man. There was something about Beretta that made me want to taste him, and I was glad I went with my gut because he tasted good. Addicting.

He groaned as he held the back of my head in place. I moaned because the thought of me making him feel so good had me ready to go another round.

When he finally pulled out of my mouth, I looked up at him with a smile as I swallowed every drop he blessed me with.

His hand wrapped around my throat once again, and he peered down at me as if he wanted to figure me out.

Good luck.

“Fuck am I gonna do wit’ you?” he asked as he turned my face side to side, as if he was trying to decipher if I was an alien or not.

I grinned. “Leave.”

“What?”

My word surprised both of us, but I could feel my mind, body, and heart shifting right back to my default setting: bitch.

“Leave,” I repeated as I sat back on my ass with my titties on full display.

He chuckled, and I could see his mask slipping back into place too. He no longer wanted to figure me out. Instead, he wanted to match my energy. I smirked.

May the best asshole win, my nigga.

“You kickin’ me out?” he asked.

I nodded, secretly thanking my drunk ass for being wise enough to bring him back to my house and not the other way around. Now, all I had to do was shower and pass the fuck out.

“I had fun, but I’m ready for bed.” As if to punctuate my announcement, I stretched my arms over my head and yawned. My long knotless braids fell down my back as my chocolate-covered nipples pointed straight at Beretta.

He laughed again. “This shit was too easy.”

I frowned. “What?”

He got off the bed and searched for his clothes. My foot kicked out and launched his black briefs toward him. He snatched them off the bed and covered that magnificent dick of his before he said, “I wanted to fuck, I did, and you don’t want no cuddles or nice words . . . Easy money.”

He shrugged, and my frown deepened before I shoved the little pain from the jab away and smirked. “And I got my birthday dick with no strings attached . . . Easy money.”

We stared at each other for a second before he pulled his pants on and then his shirt before confirming that he had his wallet, keys, and phone. After he glanced down at his phone, he tapped on it a few times, and I silently wondered who the hell he texted at this time of night.

After a moment, he tossed me his phone. “Lock yo’ number in.”

My nose scrunched up. “No.”

He chuckled and flicked his thumb across his nose. “I might need some pussy soon.”