Page 38 of Gotta Jones For Ya
“You a lie!” I threw my hand down. “That’s game!”
“Game where?” she jumped up. “Run that shit back!”
I raised my hands, then swept them across the cards on the floor. “Man, fuck all that.”
She gasped. “Did you just knock the whole damn game over?”
“Hell yeah, I did.”
“You’re childish!”
She bolted when I stood up, and I chased her ass through her apartment, both of us laughin’ like some big-ass kids. Her feet slapped the floor as she dipped into the hallway, but I caught her easy.
“Bring that ass here!” I growled, snatchin’ her up from behind.
Nyomi squealed and twisted, but she already knew what time it was. Her giggles turned into little moans when I pressed her up against the wall and kissed the back of her neck, slid my hands down the front of her shorts, and grabbed her pussy.
“I hate you,” she breathed.
“No, you don’t.” She turned around, breathless, eyes wide like she was waitin’ on me to say some slick shit, and I did. “You in here talkin’ crazy like I won’t have you sheddin’ tears in a few,” I whispered, lips brushin’ her cheek as I lifted her into my arms. “Now who childish?”
She buried her face in my neck as I carried her to the bedroom, and her body was already soft against me. She was mine. All the way. No more second-guessin’ shit. No more holdin’ back. It wasn’t just the sex. It was her voice. Her mouth. Her heart. The way she let me in without even realizin’ she did. I never had that wit’ nobody. And I was never lettin’ it go.
I lay Nyomi back on the bed, pulled her jeans down and snatched them lace panties off. Kneelin’ down between her thighs like she was the meal I just prayed over, I said, “Spread ‘em.” Voice low and shit. She did, and I smirked.
Her pussy was already glistenin’. Drippin’. I kissed up the inside of her thighs and slid my tongue through her folds nice and slow, lettin’ her squirm, and whine. I moaned into her pussy, sucked on that clit like it owed me money, and didn’t give her a chance to breathe.
“Fuck, Keon… oh, my God!” she cried out, hands fistin’ the sheets.
“That’s right,” I growled against her. “Ride this tongue, baby.”
She started grindin’ on my face, shakin’ instantly. Tremblin’ and pantin’ as she came. I loved that shit. I kissed up her body, licked and sucked her nipples one by one, then flipped her onto her side, cuppin’ her ass to bring her into me. I lined my dick up, rubbin’ it through her wetness. I fucked her deeply and slowly. Shit, a nigga was makin’ love watchin’ her mouth fall open like she couldn’t believe I was inside her.
“Keon…” she whispered, brows tight, tryna brace herself.
“I know, baby. Shhh… I got you.”
Our faces was close. Lips brushin’. Eyes locked. And I stroked her just like that. Deep, slow, and smooth. Let her feel me in her stomach. Kissed the side of her face. Sucked on them perfect ass titties. Gripped that ass, keepin’ her locked into place while I fed her dick like she was starvin’.
“You be needin’ this dick?” I muttered.
She nodded fast, tears in her eyes. “Yessss, babe… fuuuckkkk.”
Then I switched it up and started poundin’ her shit, liftin’ one of her legs. Fast, rough strokes, balls slappin’ against her ass, her tits bouncin’ wit’ every hit. She moaned like it was too much, but didn’t stop me. Just held on. Took it like she always did. Then I slowed it down again. Long. Deep. Drownin’ in her pussy. I kissed her lips. Her neck. The tear that slid down her cheek.
“You love me?”
“Yessss…”
“Say that shit again.”
“I fucking loveeeee youuuu!!!”
Smirkin’, I sucked on her bottom lip, eyes locked on hers as I picked the pace back up. Faster. Rougher. Grippin’ her assin one hand, her face in the other. “I love you too, baby. You gon’ let me nut in this pussy?” I asked, voice hoarse, damn near delirious.
She looked at me, eyes flutterin’. “What?”
I kept strokin’, deep and hard. “You heard me.”
