Page 13 of Gotta Jones For Ya
She finally spoke. “You embarrassed me, Keon.”
I chuckled. “You loved that shit.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. You wet as hell right now. You want me to pull over and prove it?” She turned her head fast. “Say what youwant,” I shrugged, making a left. “But your pussy don’t lie, and I’m tired of you actin’ like you don’t want this to be more than just fuckin’.”
She looked at me wildly. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” I said, eyes on the road. “You feel that shit too. Don’t play dumb. The way you talk to me. The way you kiss me back. I know you be missin’ a nigga when I’m not ‘round.”
“You’re delusional as hell.”
“Nah, I’m focused,” I said, makin’ the final turn. “And you mine. Whether you admit it or not.” She looked out the window, but I saw her thighs press together. I just shook my head.
Pullin’ up to her crib, I parked, and seconds later, she flung open the door.
“Where you goin’, Nyomi?” I asked, steppin’ out after her.
“Inside.”
I followed behind her wit’ the shoppin’ bags, my footsteps heavy as fuck behind her. Watchin’ that ass jiggle under her sundress. As soon as she unlocked the door and stepped in, I kicked it shut behind me and dropped the bags down, snatchin’ her wrist to pull her straight into me.
“You want me to leave?” I asked, voice deep.
“Yes.”
“You ain’t done bein’ mad?”
“No.”
“Good.” I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, tongue first, hands rough, pressed her back against the wall. She fought it for two seconds. Maybe three. Then she cracked, openin’ her mouth wider. Her hands pulled at my shirt. I hiked her dress up and snatched her panties off. “Bend that ass over the island.”
“No.”
“I said bend that ass over.”
She slapped my chest. “I really don’t like you.”
“Yeah?” I grabbed her throat, spun her around, and pinned her ass against the island. Dick pressed against her ass. “But your pussy does. Now bend the fuck over.”
She did. Moanin' all low and shit, lookin’ back at me wit' that sexy ass mad face. I dropped my jeans and my briefs, then spread her cheeks and licked that pretty pussy from the back. Strokin’ my dick, I slid in deep, no hesitation. She gasped, hands flat against the island.
“I swear to God,” I growled in her ear. “You ever let another nigga look at you like that again, I’ll break his fuckin’ jaw and make you cum while he watches me tear this pussy up.”
Nyomi’s moans turned to cries. I gripped her hips, stroked her hard, deep, relentless. The sound of skin slappin’, her breath hitchin’, my name comin’ out her mouth like a whisper.
“Say it.”
“Shut up…”
“Say it’s mine.”
“Knuck… oh God…”
I grabbed her hair, yanked her back onto me. “Say it.”
“It’s yours,” she whimpered as she came, creaking on my dick. Shakin’. Tremblin’. “This pussy is yourssss!”
