Page 38 of The Heart Of A Real Woman
But we both knew better. Moses was jealous when it came to me. The kind of jealousy that burned hot and deep. The kind that would make him torch an entire city behind me without a second thought.
“Hm?” I asked, though I’d heard him loud and clear.
He turned slightly, just enough for me to catch the tight clench in his jaw. “If you can hm me, you can hear me, Marilyn. The fuck kind of conversation did you two have in his office?”
I let out a heavy sigh and tied my hair into a high bun, noticing he had called me by my entire name. I could already tellit was going to be a long night. My stomach was full, my body ready to crash, but clearly, I had to put in some labor first.
“After you finally got served, he called me in to explain the next steps. I was crying, confused. I had just found out I was pregnant and wasn’t even sure I wanted to go through with the divorce. We sat and talked for hours. He told me I was doing the right thing…that I was beautiful. Told me to dry my tears. Said you were a fool, and that I could have any man I wanted. And I stayed there and listened because I was vulnerable.”
Moses’s back tensed.
“That’s it?” he asked.
I hesitated, then added, “Then the next time I saw him, we talked even longer. He flirted. That’s it.”
“You flirt back?”
“No. I should have though.”
Moses turned his head slightly, just enough for me to catch the fire building behind his eyes. “So…he just being all unprofessional and shit, huh? I guess that nigga don’t care about losing his fucking license.”
“Moses, please…”
The smoke poured from his nose as he nodded, lips pressed tight. His whole vibe shifted. He reached for the ashtray, smashed the blunt out, and walked back into the room without another word. He passed the bed and made his way toward the door.
That’s how I knew he was really pissed. Moses always walked away from me when he was too heated. I reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him back toward the bed as I crawled to the edge. He wasn’t walking out this time.
“Where you going, baby?” I asked, gazing up at him from under my lashes. He looked so good.
“Grab some Henny,” he muttered, eyes hooded with that cold stare.
I couldn’t help but poke my bottom lip out and let out a little snicker. I gave a fuck, but then… I didn’t.
“Shit ain’t funny, Marilyn.”
“See how I felt?” I shot back.
Moses paused, exhaling hard as he stared down at me. The way he looked at me, like he was holding back a hurricane, had my heart racing and my pussy purring. I reached up and cradled his face.
“Fuck losin’ his license to practice law. He fuck around and lose his life. You gon’ make me blow his fucking head off.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck. “That’s exactly how I felt.”
Before he could say anything else, I pulled him down into me, kissing him slowly and deeply. I didn’t stop there. My lips trailed along his neck as his large hands gripped the sides of my body, holding me steady.
When I was done, I climbed off the bed, pushing him against the wall. Then I dropped to my knees in front of him, eyes never leaving his as I pulled his boxers down. Already glistening at the tip, his long, thick erection sprang free, proof of how turned on he was. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth.
“Shitttt,” Moses’s eyes rolled on impact.
I started by teasing his head with my tongue, slowly swirling it around before stretching my lips wide around hisgirth. I let my saliva coat every inch as I moved down his shaft. I went as far as I could handle, warming up to his full length.
Moses let out a low grunt from deep in his chest, and that sound alone made my pussy cream. I reached down between my thighs with my right hand, fingers gliding easily through my wetness. The perk of going to bed with no panties. I brought that slick heat to his base, stroking what I couldn’t fit into my mouth just yet while I bobbed my head.
My mouth moved with purpose, building a rhythm that had his abs flexing and his body tightening with every pull. The more he groaned, the nastier I got with it. I wanted him to feel every ounce of love I had buried inside me…every piece I couldn’t always put into words.
I looked up at him, locking eyes as I sucked him deeper, letting him see just how much I missed pleasing him. It had been so long since I gave Moses head that I was embarrassed to admit when. He reached down, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me, but letting me move at my own pace.
“Damn, baby. You tryna take a nigga’s soul.” He muttered, biting down on his bottom lip.
