Page 14 of Pills and Potions: Snoh
Showering together was a bad decision, but I refused to let her be anywhere without me. My obsession was now an addiction. Her repeatedly telling a nigga yes made my dick harder than it ever been. Saying yes to business was one thing. However, saying yes to my needs and wants hit different. That submissiveness wasn’t shit to play with and baby gave it to me with ease.
The lukewarm water drenched our bodies as my wood knocked against the back of her throat. Her eyes stayed on mine, daring me to break contact. Once I slid in that pussy, she was no longer the London I was used to. She showed me a side of her I wanted to go to war for. That was how good she felt to a nigga.
“You looking at me like you love me, beautiful. Shit like that gon’ make me nut in your throat.”
She threw me a wink before going crazy on my shit. That gawk-gawk niggas loved so much was being administered. She sucked while she twisted, and her warm tongue was pillow soft. Floating. You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t. She went until my nut coated her jaws. Not an ounce of me seeped out as she swallowed my kids. To let this woman be with anybody but me… yeah, aight.
Grabbing her by the neck, I gently pulled her up to me and tongued her down. I didn’t give a fuck if my nut was still on it or not. She was mine through and through. She fucked up letting me feel her and made an even bigger mistake letting me in that muthafucka raw.
The alarms on our phone went off one after another. Neither one of us had an ounce of sleep but somehow had more than enough energy to fuck nonstop.
“We have to work, Snoh,” she spoke against my lips.
“That’s my shit. We ain’t got to do a muthafuckin’ thing.”
Burying her head in my chest, London released a soft laugh, bringing a smile to my lips. “That’s cool and all, but you’re supposed to be leading by example. Wash me, and I’ll return the favor.”
“So, you telling me no?” I questioned.
“I’m telling you to wait until we at least get to the office before you fuck my brains out again. I’ve been thinking about riding you on the conference room table since Monday.”
Old Man Nelson had to be studied. How the fuck did that nigga come up with something so goddamn effective? London already had my head gone from the smallest shit but hearing her confessions made a nigga heart smile. I had her in a way no other man did and that feeling alone was top tier.
“What stopped you?”
“You asked me not to do whatever had you bothered again, putting a halt to my attempt.”
I recalled that moment clearly. She winked at Phil while joking and I ain’t like it. Any kind of affection toward another man upset me. I was stingy so all that joking shit would never sit right. They weren’t deserving of her.
“Tuh!Turn around so you can get right. I’m trying to make it to work on time.” Changing the subject was only right. I wasn’t trying to show her how easy it was to ruffle my feathers behind her.
We took the time to wash our ass and get our shit together for the workday. Within the next hour, we were walking out the front door back on our regular scheduled program. Climbing in the back of the whip, Thomas shut us in before jogging around to the driver’s side. He pulled off shortly after.
A comfortable silence surrounded us during the ride to Ink Impressions. There wasn’t shit to say, to be honest. London already told me everything I wanted to hear and then some. All I needed to know was if she felt the same about me the way I did her, and I’d be damned if she ain’t show me all night.
I owed my brother a phone call and Old Man Nelson a visit. Both of them called me desperate and quite frankly, I didn’t appreciate that shit. She ain’t cross that line because she tried to keep her personal feelings out the equation. I wasn’t a fool and far from delusional.
Pulling into the lot twenty minutes later, we filed out the back and into the building. Queen and Bernice lifted their heads simultaneously and smiled.
“Good morning, Mr. Harris,” they spoke in unison.
“Good morning, ladies. Do you need anything?”
“No sir. Oh, HR left a file for you.” Queen sat it on the top of the counter as I approached it. “I did peep inside, and it looks like a background check of some sort.”
“Stop being nosey girl,” I jested tapping the file against the counter.
“I can’t help it. London, you glowing a little bit. I would ask you what’s the reason, but Mr. Harris is here. Catch me on the way out,” she said.
I grabbed London by the hand and gently pulled her to the elevators. Once they closed, I was on her like white on rice. The permission was granted, and I took advantage of it every chance I got. With her back against the wall, she wrapped her legs around my waist. If she wasn’t careful, I’d stop this muthafucka and drill her shit.
We shared a kiss so passionate, her moans seeped out angelically. Hearing how pleased her body was with me had to be the greatest thing a nigga achieved. As much fuckin’ as we did, I still wanted to climb inside and take more. She was too good to quit.
“There will be rumors, Snoh.”
“There already are. Why not make them all true? You give a fuck about what they think?”
My dick was growing by the second as I stared into her eyes. A fiend. I was reacting like a junkie that just got a rock. I wouldn’t be completely satisfied until there was nothing left. I was practically begging this woman to let me live inside the pussy.
