Page 16 of Love Next Door
I thrust my hips and smiled at him. “Gimme some.”
July pushed up onto his hands and slowly thrust deep inside of me. “Girl, you feel so damn good.”
I had officially broken my year-long abstinent streak, and I could honestly say that I wasn’t mad. I had feared that I might have wasted a year of sacrifice and getting to know myself better on some lame sex the first time that I decided to have sex. I wasscared that my body would be so desperate that I would settle for anything.
That wasn’t the case. July could dog me out tomorrow and never speak to me again, and I wouldn’t be mad. He was attentive as he kissed his way down my body after sliding out, and then gradually sliding back into me again.
My pussy clenched tightly to him and cloaked him in a possessive hold. Whenever he pulled out, it was with effort and determination, because I wrapped him so tightly that I did not want to let go.
His tongue laved my nipple, sucking and pulling, as he groaned his satisfaction. I flipped him over and rode him slow and hard. Our gazes locked, and I knew that he would talk big shit about this moment later. I also knew that he deserved to, and I wouldn’t mind.
Everything that July did to my body, I enjoyed and welcomed.
“One year, baby girl?”
“One year and four months later.”
“All you did was get this pussy prime for the picking,” he grunted.
My fingers traced the tattoos on his chest before swirling in his soft hair at his abdomen and beltline. July took my fingers and rubbed them over my clit, along with my thumb, before he slid them into my pussy. I watched as he slowly pumped them inside of me, and my arousal grew thicker. The need to cum grew more intense.
When he pulled my fingers free, he turned my thumb and sucked it along with my index finger. He took my middle and ring fingers and slid them between my slightly parted lips. I indulged in the salty and musky flavor on my fingers.
My eyes grew heavier as I felt myself on the verge of another orgasm. His hand went to my neck, and he slowly squeezed as he dug deeper into me.
“July!” I cried out.
Slow and fast pumps and thrusts alternated with tight rolls and slow digging. He took nothing from me that he was not willing to give in return. And when I came, it was with an intensity I had never experienced.
“That’s it, baby girl. Milk this dick.” He grunted as I squeezed and released intermittently around him. After I came, I reached between us and grabbed his shaft, pumping it in sync with his movements.
His mouth dropped open in a harsh grimace as his neck strained, and the veins in his neck popped out. He stared into my eyes as he lifted while releasing his seed into the condom. When he finished, I was thoroughly satiated, mind, body, and spirit.
July walked me to the door after I asked him to. I didn’t want to pretend that this was something it wasn’t. He kissed me at my door. I slipped inside, thankful for my decision.
It wasno surprise when Abril showed up at my door again the following night. I knew her little ass wouldn’t be able to stay away once she had a taste of me. It wasn’t that I was arrogant, but I was a confident man who took all the steps to please a woman.
Her needs would always be my priority above my own. Briana hadn’t cheated because I wasn’t a good lover. Briana had cheated because that was just who she was. She was a ho, plain and simple. When she and I first met, I was at the beginning of my career. For the next two years, I spent a lot of time traveling and building my following.
I knew that it was a lot to ask of anyone, but it wasn’t like I hadn’t laid it all out for her before we got serious. She knew what she was getting into, and she had accepted it anyway.
I had just finished cleaning my kitchen when my doorbell rang around a quarter till eight.
“Music too loud for ya?”
She smirked and shook her head. “No. Not really,” she mumbled, pushing me aside and making her way into my apartment.
No words needed to be spoken when she removed the pink and red floral nightshirt she wore and tossed it over her head. Abril wore no panties or bra. She stood naked before me, wearing nothing but her flip-flops.
Those thick, glossy curls were pulled up into a ponytail on the top of her head. I walked her backward until the backs of her legs hit the back of the couch. I spun her around until she faced the back of the couch.
“Put ya hands up on the couch,” I instructed.
She did as I ordered, and I walked away. I opened the nightstand drawer in my room and removed the box of condoms. Removing a few, I tossed a couple onto the bed and took a couple with me. I tossed one on the couch, and I ripped the other one open with my teeth.
She glanced over her shoulder to look at me.
“Turn around. I didn’t tell you to do shit but hold onto that couch.”
