Page 17 of Pills and Potions: Snoh
Whatever he wanted.
He got whatever the fuck he wanted from me because in a matter of two days, this would all be over. I would no longer be his personal assistant, the woman he nutted in freely, or the one that carried an all-access pass to him. My rights to him would be stripped away and my yearn for him would become torture once more.
Sliding into that place he failed to stay out of, we both released a low moan. Words to describe him being inside of mewere becoming nonexistent. Each time was better than the last and each time I felt the knot that tied my soul to his get tighter. The slow strokes he delivered only caused my need for him to grow.
“You trying to have my baby or something, beautiful? Why the fuck you feeding a nigga like this, huh? Why the fuck this pussy always calling out to me?”
Kisses trailed the middle of my back as he had his way with me. I didn’t answer him solely because I couldn’t. He made it very hard to reply when his dick touched my cervix with each thrust. Nothing about the way he fucked me was ordinary. When he moved inside of me, I knew it was him trying to prove why he was a perfect fit.
“You fuck me like you want me to.” I was finally able to catch a breath and respond.
“I do,” he stated confidently. A waterpark was opened the second those words left his lips.
He was changing the dynamics of our relationship. Mother wasn’t a title I took lightly. The way he shot the club up anytime he entered my body, I saw me being nothing other than that in the future. I wasn’t treated like a toaster strudel the way other bitches were. I was getting a pussy full of him. All he needed was a green light and he had it from day one.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“You know me better than that, baby. I’m feeding yo’ pretty ass dick, not lies.”
The pace of his strokes quickened, and I held on for dear life. He hurt so fuckin’ good. Was I sore as fuck? Had been since the night before but the pain was overpowered by the pleasure that filled me. Snoh Harris was exactly who the fuck he thought he was.
“Ooouu, fuck!”
“Mhmm. Now meet a nigga halfway.”
We synced in rhythm and before I knew it, we were exchanging fluids. He was filling me up and I was painting his dick white. It was a mixture we’d made several times over. It was a mixture I enjoyed tasting as well. I lay there gathering myself while he eased out of me.
“We got to stop doing it like this, baby. I can’t fuckin’ feel my legs.”
“I can, and I like when you wrap them muthafuckas around me. Where we going tonight? My shit or yours?” he inquired.
London was still out of town, so it was no harm in going to my place. We didn’t have photos together plastered around the crib, so it was cool to invite him over. I didn’t see our secret getting out. Plus, our bedrooms were on opposite sides of the condo.
“Mine is fine. Get dressed and I’ll have Thomas pull the car around.”
“That muthafucka lethal. You know that, right?”
I turned around and threw a wink his way. I knew what I had, but I wasn’t trying to boast. If he wasn’t addicted before, I knew he was now.
9
SNOH
The bright sunrays brought a nigga out his slumber. Another night had gone by where I had my woman under me and another morning surfaced where she was the first thing I saw. From the moment she sat on my dick, I knew what was to come. There was no turning back. I mean, I wouldn’t let her do it no way.
Rolling over, I expected to wrap my arms around her body and bring her to mine, but to my surprise, the bed was empty. I sat up and looked around in confusion. There wasn’t a trace of her. I reached for my phone off the nightstand and saw that it was a little after seven. What the fuck was more goddamn important than me?
When I heard a woman’s laugh on the other side of the door, I calmed down. She must’ve woken before me and left out to let a nigga get some rest. I grabbed my draws and put them on before exiting the bedroom. I followed the small laugh, which led me to the kitchen. Turning the corner, I saw my woman being kissed on by a bitch and she seemed to be enjoying it. That wide ass grin stretched from ear to ear.
My blood boiled instantly. I was never the man to crash out behind a woman, but London wasmine.I stamped my name all over that pussy. If this was her way of telling me she was into women as well, I wasn’t impressed. I was selfish and sharing her wasn’t an option for me.
“What the fuck is this, London?” I questioned.
My sudden appearance caused her and miss lady to jump back in shock. To have my nut reside in you but have a bitch caressing you hours later was blowing me. The disrespect ‘round this muthafucka was wild.
London had on a thong with her breast out and her companion was dressed the same. What I could do was give miss lady the compliments she deserved. She was just as beautiful as London and regardless of her dark skin, it carried a shine to it. Her choice of piercings stuck out the most. The nipple ones couldn’t be missed.
“Mr. Harris? What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked stepping in front of her lover. She was cool with me seeing all of her, but her lady was off limits.
