Page 20 of Real's Love

"Okay?"

She was quiet for another moment before she started shaking her head hard as hell.

"Not okay. Not! We can't... we don't..."

"I'on wanna hear that, love," I murmured against her ear, moving my hips slowly, teasing her. "We can do whatever we want."

I nipped her earlobe before nibbling on the spot right behind it, smiling as she breathed sharply. Her hands slid around me, her nails already softly scraping my back.

"Real, I can't. I have... I have?—”

Frowning, I pulled back enough to look down at her.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Ev. You wanna piss me off, that's the fastest way to do it."

She opened her mouth to argue, then nodded. Sighing, she shifted her hands until they were between us, pressing against me, but I wasn't going anywhere.

"Fine. I don't have plans. But I don't make them with you, either. I like what we have, Real. We don't need to start doing that type of shit," she said.

Her voice was cool, but she was agitated as hell. I chuckled before responding.

"What kind of shit?"

It took her a while to answer. When she did, she wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Relationship shit. That's not what we... that's not what I want."

This time, her words pissed me off. Almost fifteen months of this and we couldn't spend a few hours outside? I didn't understand the big deal. My fingers circled her throat as I scowled at her.

"So, I can cum in your mouth, but I can't put food in it?" I taunted.

She blushed, her body tensing beneath me.

"Don't be crude, Real," she snapped.

"Then don't make me be. How about this: make me understand why it's okay for Marlon to feed you but not me. I thought you didn’t date, Ev?”

Damn! I sounded jealous as fuck. I had to squash that real quick. But seeing her with him had put me on edge. I had to approach that table and it took everything in me not to yank her ass up and kiss her right there, letting them know that she was…

Hell, I didn’t know what she was. But she wasn’t free to be with Marlon.

“It wasn’t a d—” she started to protest, but I interrupted.

“You acting like I’m tryna wife you. Shit I listed was simple. You gotta overthink and put them damn rules on everything—" I slid the bend of my elbow under her knee, lifting it and opening her up to me. "You making shit more complicated than it is."

I damn near spat the words as I started to ease into the tight heat of her body. She moaned, and I almost did, too, at the exquisite, bare feel of her. Wet, hot, and with a grip like a vise, her pussy could make an atheist speak in tongues. I knew fucking this pussy, wrapped around my dick with nothing between us, would feel good. But I didn't know it'd be this damn good. This girl was gon' kill me.

"Real," she drew my name out with a sigh. "You should take one of your public girls to do all that."

I froze mid-stroke. "The fuck does that mean, Ev?"

She looked at me defiantly.

"It means just what I said."

Nah, that wasn't working for me. I wanted her to explain. The fuck was a public girl? What did that make her, a private one? Yeah, I didn't want to share her, but I didn't mean like that. And in the last several months, there hadn’t been a “public girl” or any other damn girl. She was the only one that I even thought about?—

"I'll go, okay?" she said suddenly, her thick hips starting a slow, rolling wind as she stared up at me. "Just... I'll go."

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