Page 18 of Chrome

“Thank you…”

“I got you,” I said kissing her cheek.

The warm water coated both of our bodies as we lathered up some rags. We took our time cleaning one another before we hopped out. I was still mellowed as fuck, so I knew she was, too. That shit I had rolled was none other than some sativa called Blue Dream. It put me on my ass several times.

Once we were done, we dried off and laid down not bothering to cover up. Fade was taking to me like she accepted me as her nigga. It lowkey made the kid feel good. The fight I expected from her never came. She was going with the flow which was a lot better than calling the police on a nigga while I was in the middle of handling business.

With her head on my chest, she cuddled next to me, and I wrapped my arms around her flesh. She fit a nigga. I wasn’t shit but twenty-four, but she fit me to the T. Everything I wanted in a woman, she was showing. She showed class in the way she spoke, dressed, and handled that situation at the club. She damn sure wasn’t on no bullshit when it came to being a boss. She had her shit together and even with her daughter being hot in theass, she was still a mother that cared. A hustla, caring, loving, classy, and pretty as fuck. She reminded me of my mama. She checked box after box without realizing it.

“You straight?” I questioned.

“I will be. Why we up here, Chrome? You could’ve asked for my address and easily took me home.”

“I said I needed a night, you giving me that.”

Tuh! “I should’ve known,” she said kissing the back of her teeth.

She threw her leg to the other side of my body and straddled my lap. Her pussy was hot and wet as she slid it along my shaft. Her breast had a lil’ sag to them but nowhere near a nigga being disgusted by them. She was an older woman, and I appreciated the journey that got her here. Her hips spread and I could see how good that ass looked through the mirror.

“This was your reason of bringing me up here, right? To fuck?”

“I told you I was bringing you up here to cool off and whenever you was ready to dip we would. I didn’t ask you to set that pussy in my lap not once. Just ‘cause I asked for a night didn’t mean I wanted to dig in yo’ shit. If you want that, ask for it, but don’t assume.”

All she could do was stare at me. I was a nigga that loved pussy, hell if I was being honest, it was taking everything in me not to flip her sexy ass over and do her in right now. However, my mama raised a fuckin’ gentleman. I wasn’t gon’ do shit while she was vulnerable as fuck. The ball was in her court so whatever she did from this moment forward was on her.

“You’re nothing like what I met in the alley.”

“What you saw in the alley was me putting a cracker in his place. I protect what’s mine and my crew, I’ll die behind them. I can protect you, too, if you let me.”

“I don’t need protection. I don’t have anything anybody wants.”

“You do, you just don’t know it yet. Don’t let me being young fool you baby. I can make your life in Eastlake smooth as fuck… or hard.”

“Hard?”

Sitting up, I snaked my arms around her waist and kissed on her chest.Why the fuck are you so soft?Touching her was becoming a favorite pastime. Her subtle grinds felt damn good to a nigga, too. I could sense her comfortability the longer she straddled me. I continued to gently peck her canvas while I rattled off my response.

“You think you ‘bout to live in my city and another nigga claim you? You really think now that you sitting in my lap, ass naked, I’m ‘bout to settle for anything less than you wearing my name? I will kill that nigga, and the next, and be at yo’ front door every fuckin’ day until you realize you was made for me. Accept me by choice before it gets to a point of obligation, Mama.”

My hands massaged her back while my pole grew underneath her. I had self-control and not letting my dick show his excitement took skill. I very much wanted to beat her cervix in but without her permission, I wouldn’t budge.

“You’re too young for me, Chrome.”

“That ain’t what I told you to call me.”

“Chrasmere…gasp!” I cut off whatever the fuck she wanted to say the second I slipped her nipple in my mouth. All she could do was breathe heavily and run her fingers through a nigga locs.

“What’s up, baby? What you need from me?” I questioned picking up on the pheromones her body was releasing. I knew exactly what she needed but I needed her to voice that shit for both our sakes.

“This is wrong,” she whispered still grinding in a nigga lap.

“Get the fuck off a nigga then,” I said, stopping completely and laying back. I could see the contemplation clear as day. She wanted to ride this dick just as bad as I wanted her to. But like I said, the ball was in her court.

“I-I… can’t.”

“Sure you can. My dick ain’t planted in that wet shit so what the fuck got you so stuck? Don’t tell me curiosity got the best of you.” At this point, I was taunting her ass. I knew what was coming she just needed to accept that shit and cum for a nigga. It could all be so simple.

“You’re a fuckin’ baby.”

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