Page 2 of Gotta Jones For Ya
Her breath caught. Her nails dug into my arms. “Mmmm…”
“You feel that?” I growled, stroke deep and steady. “You feel me claimin’ you from the inside?”
“It’s... so thick,” She moaned, bit her bottom lip, and then I pulled her off the bed. Had her up against the hotel mirror, her leg up on the dresser, one hand grippin’ her hip while the other held her throat just enough to keep her still.
“Look at yourself,” I growled in her ear.
She whimpered, “Keon…”
“Knuck,” I reminded her, slidin’ in slowly. Her pussy was wet, warm, and damn near dangerous. Grippin’. Sloshin’. “Damn, girl. This pussy tight just how I like it.” She moaned my name, eyes glazed, sweat pearled on her back.
Backshots came next—loud, filthy, clappin’ them cheeks like I had somethin’ to prove. I had her face down on the bed, ass arched perfectly, her moanin’ into the sheets and tryna run every few strokes. I gripped her waist tighter, yanking her back. “Nah, don’t run from me. You knew what the fuck this was.”
“Knuck, oh my God. Wait. Wait… shiiit!” Her legs was shakin’ as she came, ass bouncin’, voice gone. I flipped her over and slid in again, deep and dirty. “I said… waaaaiiiittttt!”
“For what? Cum on this dick again.” Her nails clawed my back as her eyes rolled back. I kissed her open mouth while she nutted again. That shit was loud, wet, and nasty. She barely had time to recover before I pulled her on top of me. “Ride this muthafucka.”
“Knuck…”
“Now.”
She straddled me, slowly grindin' wit’ her hands on my chest and hair fallin’ in her face. I gripped her hips while she bounced. She rode my dick frontwards, then she turned ‘round and rode me backwards, titties jigglin’, ass clappin’, both of us moanin’.
“Shit… that’s it,” I growled, slappin’ her ass. “Take that dick. Take all of it.”
She leaned back, ridin’ deep and sloppy, her moans bouncin’ off the walls. “I’m cumming!!! Fuuucckkk, I’m cumming!”
“Let go, baby. I gotchu.”
She came again, legs shakin’ as I kept poundin’ her shit. Sweat drippin’. Pussy grippin’. “I love this pussy,” I whispered, kissin’ her neck. “Look how you take this dick.” She nodded, body limp, moanin', and I grunted, fuckin' her hard. One more stroke. One more moan. Then I lifted her up, pulled out and nutted on the sheets, strokin’ every last drop out. “Your ass lucky I pulled out. Fuck ‘round and give you twins.”
She blinked. “Are… are you crazy?”
“Crazy for you.” She lay there wit’ her legs spread, breath catchin’ up, sweat on her chest, and that same smart-ass glint in her eyes. I leaned over, kissed her collarbone, brushed her braid back, and said, “Told you I’d fuck that attitude outta you, baby.”
She smirked. “It was cute.”
“Cute?You came twice.”
“Three times,” she corrected. “And don’t get cocky. This doesn’t mean anything. It was just sex, right?” I froze. She stretched, climbed off the bed, and added, “Don’t start acting weird. I’m not looking for all that extra shit. Just needed some really good dick.” Then she winked. “And you made the cut.”
I watched her walk into the bathroom like I wasn’t still tryna catch my breath. Just some dick?Nah. That pussy had some power. I felt it. And I didn’t give a fuck what she said this was. I wasn’t lettin’ her go. Ever.
Chapter Two
Two weeks.
That’s how long it had been since I let Knuck dig me out in a hotel room like I was a mouthy groupie and he was the last dick on Earth. Two weeks since he flipped me every which way, kissed me with his whole chest, and had the nerve to moan my name like he meant it.
The man was too damn fine, first off. Chocolate skin with tattoos covering most of it, jewelry loud, mouth gold, a low haircut, and a full beard. Plus, he was like six-four and two hundred something pounds. Big dawg. He always fresh as fuck. Granted, he was two years younger than me, his energy and big ass black dick were everything.
I should’ve left that experience in the one-time-only folder. But no. Knuck didn’t come with aclosure button.He came withextra shit that I didn’t need, especially since I’d sworn off men after my last relationship shit the bed.
Caleb. Toxic-ass, can’t-let-go Caleb. My ex. My second life lesson. My"we had potential until you tried to gaslight me into therapy."When we first broke up, he would hit me up like,“you good?”every four days like clockwork. He’d “accidentally” send $11.11 to my Cash App with a message that said “for your peace.” But, I was done with his lying, cheating ass.
I’d been knee-deep in my normal life after being flewed out. Marketing firm deadlines. Passive-aggressive Slack messages. Daily Zoom calls with crusty-ass execs who stole my pitches and smiled about it. The group chat with my girls kept me sane, though. They were full of unfiltered commentary, shopping links, memes, and screenshots of men we had no business liking. So yeah, life was normal, with a sprinkle of bullshit. Until Keon started acting…extra.
It started small. He’d comment on my social media stories with shit like:
