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“And you need to get the fuck over here and tell me what the fuck the problem is. Now!”

By this time, everybody and they mama had eyes on us. I wasn’t a nigga to create a scene but dammit, she was fuckin’ with a nigga emotions. I ain’t like that. Straight forward and honest was all I’d been with her, but she was lying to me and that shit had me hotter than fish grease. A nigga hadn’t ever been this pressed behind no pussy.

She stomped back to me like a child and pushed me once I was in reach. Just the fact that she came back to me said them lil’ feelings she claimed was sorted, wasn’t shit but distorted as hell.

“Youare the problem, Chrasmere. Why you doing this? And here in front of all these people,” she complained.

“Why the fuck you lying to me?” I countered.

“Lying to you about what?” she yelled.

“Aight, aight, aight. Take this shit somewhere else. Neon and Steel starting to ask questions.” Zinc flew over putting a pause in the shout fest we had going on. I didn’t give a fuck personally, but I sensed Fade didn’t like the way we looked. All I wanted was answers and I’d give her a couple hours of peace before I was back on my bullshit.

She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me through the parking lot to her car. We hopped in the back seat, and she immediately punched me in my chest. “Why would you embarrass me like that?”

“Why wouldn’t you take heed to what I said? You think I’m playing with you, Mama, and pretty soon, a nigga gon’ show you who the fuck I really am.”

“Just leave me alone, Chrasmere.”

“Can’t do that. My lil’ feelings in it now,” I replied nonchalantly.

“All we did was fuck once. What feelings?”

“Yeah, I remember that night like it was yesterday. You couldn’t wait to throw that pussy on a nigga.” I chuckled, causing her to hit me once more.

“Fuck you!” And that’s when it clicked. My baby wanted me to fuck that pretty muthafucka down to the ground again but didn’t know how to ask for it.

Leaning forward, I hit the locks on the driver’s door, then began to undress. She could’ve easily told me wasn’t shit happening, but she didn’t. Instead, she sat quietly and watched.When my dick was free and sitting on my thigh, her pussy purred louder than ever. My baby was dick deprived.

“Do it then,” I challenged.

“We are not fuckin’ in my car. Better yet, we’re not fuckin’ at all. That night was a fluke,” she said while trying to focus on anything but the one thing she wanted.

With my wood in hand, I slow stroked that muthafucka releasing low groans. The way she felt flooded a nigga thoughts instantly. I couldn’t shake how perfectly fitting her pussy was to me. I never begged for shit, but this was me begging her to cum sit that wet shit in my lap and satisfy my cravings for her. To hear her call out for me while she came was heaven fuckin’ sent. A nigga was addicted just off one hit.

I watched my baby chest heave up and down as she tried to control herself. Sweat formed on her nose from how hot she’d gotten, and I just knew that pussy was leaking for me. My gaze was locked in on her pleading for another dose.

“Chrasmere…”

“Hmmm!Now call Daddy name while you riding this muthafucka. It’ll hit different. You know it.”

Her tongue glazed her bottom lip as I watched submission slip into her body. The dress that hugged her curves so effortlessly was lifted above her waist in a swift motion. She was finding comfortability in my lap for the umpteenth time and all I could do was smirk at her greed for me.

All you had to do was ask, baby. I love nutting in this shit.

As soon as my dick slid inside, I felt my soul smile. This woman had me so goddamn fucked up ‘bout her, I could’ve given her my kids right then and there. When I said I missed her bald-headed ass, I meant that shit.

“Sort yo’ feelings out. Tell me what’s up,” I said while holding on to her waist.

“You… I… I missed you, too, baby. Damn, I missed you, too. Oh my God!” She had all ten inches of my shit moving in and out her river at a steady pace. From the juices her box provided, I knew she wasn’t lying. Her shit was wet before but it was wetter than our last encounter. Her pussy was happy to have a nigga home.

“I know that. Tell me why you won’t let a nigga love you.”

“Love don’t love me,” she whispered while taking me without complaints.

“Nah, that nigga ain’t love you, but I do.”

She stopped moving completely and finally gave me the eye contact I deserved. She searched my eyes for the lie, but it wasn’t nan one of them in sight. I lowkey shocked myself letting that shit fly, but it wasn’t shit I would take back. For a month straight, this woman consumed my thoughts and even had a nigga ready to crash out on a daily. For a month straight, I watched my phone like an idiot thinking she’d call or something. I wasn’t a hard nigga to get in touch with. I went through a physical disconnection I wasn’t ready for, and that shit had me throwed. Fade… she was the one mane.

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