Page 23 of Gotta Jones For Ya
We kissed, messy as fuck, tongues tanglin’ like they missed each other. My hands were already slidin’ up her thighs again, pullin’ off her lil’ ass shorts and partin’ her legs like I had every right to.
I was on her before she could say anything slick. I missed her ass too damn much. I lay her back and I kissed down her stomach, then lowered and slid her legs over my shoulders and let my tongue speak fluent disrespect. Long strokes, deep pressure. I spit on her pussy and sucked it right up. She moaned loudly, and I grinned against her.
“Keeoonnn!” She squirmed, grippin’ the sheets. She came wit’ my name fallin’ off her lips.
And I still didn’t stop. I licked her through the aftershocks, suckin’ on her clit and watchin’ her fall apart like I had somethin’ to prove. She had the nerve to act like she could forget what the fuck this was. That shit wasn’t gon’ fly.
I stood up, yanked my sweats and briefs down, and wrapped her legs ‘round my waist. Gripped my dick at the base, slapped it against that soaked lil’ pussy, and watched her twitch. “You ready to stop playin’ wit’ me now?”
“God! Just fuck me.”
I slid in deep, slow as hell, just to feel her grip me like she always did. I loved that shit. “Fuck,” I groaned, eyes rollin’ backas her walls hugged every inch of me. “I just wanna love the fuck outta you, girl.”
“Oh, my God…” She whimpered and tried to arch up, but I planted a hand on her stomach and made her take it.
I watched Nyomi’s body respond to every fuckin’ move like we were built for this shit. Her pussy fit my dick all perfect and shit. Her head tipped back. Moans poured out. Nails clawed at my back.
“This what you needed, baby?” I grunted. “Some dick to get that attitude back in check?”
“Yessss, fuck… Keon, please…”
“Please what?” I slowed down. Thrusted deeper.
“Please don’t stop!”
That’s all I needed to hear. I flipped her over and picked up the pace, and put her through the fuckin’ mattress. No mercy. Just sweat, spit, moans, rough hands, grip marks on her hips. One hand in her hair, the other grippin’ her hip while I fucked the soul out her.
“You mine,” I growled against her neck. “You block me again and I swear to God, Ny, we gon’ have problems.” She choked out a moan that damn near shattered. I kissed her jaw, her neck, and her mouth. “Say you mine.”
“I’m you… fucuuucckkkk!!! I’m yours.”
“Louder.”
“I’m yourssssss!!!!”
I felt her push my dick out and squirt all over my shit. I played wit’ that floodin’ pussy wit’ one hand, growlin’ like an animal as I stroked my nut out wit’ the other. Body spasmin’ as her legs locked ‘round me like she didn’t want me to go nowhere.
And I wasn’t.
I collapsed beside Nyomi, heart poundin’ like a muthafucka as she kept sayin’ “fuck” over and over again, breath ragged. I kissed her cheek, then her shoulder, then her lips again. “I fuckin’ missed you. Don’t shut me out again. Understood?” I whispered. She nodded against me. For a minute, shit was quiet. Just us, tangled up in messy ass sheets until we changed them shits together and knocked the fuck out.
Chapter Twelve
Sunlight spilled through the sliver of curtains I didn’t bother closing last night, casting soft golden light across the room. Knuck’s scent still lingered and my legs still ached in the best way. I stretched, sheets tangled between my thighs, and turned over to find him already up.
Knuck was leaning against the dresser, shirtless, thick arms crossed, gray sweats slung low and clinging to that heavy print like it was made to tease me. His chain glinted in the light. Eyes locked on me like I was a sight to wake up to.
“Why are you just standing there all crazy?” I asked, voice groggy.
He smirked slowly. “You love callin’ me that.” I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the grin. He walked over, knelt on thebed beside me, brushing his fingers over my bare thigh. “You got plans today?”
“I have to pick up a new order of lashes that came in yesterday. Other than that, no. Why?”
He leaned in close, lips brushing my cheek. “After I take you to handle that, you comin’ back to East Hollis wit’ me.”
I blinked, sitting up a little. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he said, dead serious. “I already told my man’s to put the jet on standby. I hate flyin’ commercial wit’ other muthafuckas and I been doin’ that shit too much lately.”
