Page 205 of Not My Type
I throw my head back. He lifts his gaze, the prettiest smile playing on his lips. “Sure deh bwoy deh did kno’ wah him a do?” his lips grazing my ear, breath warm, voice in a sexy rumble, thumb rubbing my clit, dick in my cervix.
A vein pops up in his forehead, his eyes drops low in ecstasy, my name has never sounded sexier.
“Zaraaa..”
Wi aguh breed if this continue Zara!!
My lips part. I try to speak. No words. Just... extremeeelly low sobs. I squirm beneath him. With each movement, he mirrors me, whining deep inside me. I try to move down, from him, from the pleasure, and he matches my movements. Our eyes lock as he crashes his pelvic, circling inside me. My eyes dazed, he hits my G-spot, then a spot that feels wayyy better with each roll of his hips. I grip behind his head.
“Nickoi... wahhh dat?” I choke out, he leans into my neck, slowly and agonizingly good then say, “Yuh like when mi touch yuh A-spot?”
“M-mi A what!!?” it’s in a squeal.
I squeeze my thighs against him, and more sobs falls from my lips. To him it’s sexy, it puts a smile on his face. He closes his hand around my throat.
“NickkkOoiiiiiiiii,” I cry out in his ear, more like his car, feeling a wave of pleasure, hitting me, not once, not twice, but threeeeeeee times! Back to back!? Ughhhhhh! Yuh can tell him did bad....cas like how yuh know this?
Yuh study sexology inna school? Nosahhhhh!
He knows my body, like it’s his. Clearly I just walk around with it, but he’s the rightful owner. Clearly. My toes press prettily against his tinted windows. I notice a few people looking, but I doubt they can see us clearly.
Mi knowwww dem a hear wi fi a fact!
“Can... they... see us?” I moan.
“Shadows... if dem eye good,” his voice so deep. Not a drop of fear in sight.
“Oh.. I bite my finger. “Nickoi mi a cum ag—”
“So cum nuh weh yaw hold back fa?” he knows my body so well.
I cave into his demands, feeling his pulse as I cum all over him again, I lost count. Soft, hungry sounds escaping my mouth. He doesn’t stop stroking me, he grips me and I feel him jerk inside me, I curse a few unhinged words until my body goes limp beneath him. He buries his face in my neck. I feel a warm liquid filling me up. He’s so attractive, his body, his hair neatly plaited to the back, his gangster aura. This is my man? Mhmmm.
I ate with this one, I fear.
“Happy birthday wifey..” he rasps in my ear.
“My best birthday. Thank you, Zaddy.” I lock my legs around him and hug him tightly.
58. WALLS
Zara
“Yuh feel betta now?” Nickoi asks and I nod, peeling myself off the bathroom floor. Ugh. Waking up with a hangover that turns my stomach into a rollercoaster wasn’t exactly on my to-do list. Ahh bwoy.
With a gentle hand, Nickoi helps me up, guiding me to the sink as he turns on the faucet. Mi feel terrible. I rinse my mouth and glance back at him, and for the first time, I see a glimmer of concern in his eyes. He almost looks worried.Awww the bwoy love yuh til’ him fool!
“Mi feel a little better,” I say and he nods.
“Ah mi a go get sup’m fi yuh,” he says before he walks out.
I smile at him before I start my morning routine. As I showered my mind ran on the unfamiliar shirt that I woke up in and that weird feeling in my body. Why mi nah member nutt’n? I mean...
I know for sure miss maa’am down there was busy last night...
When we even reach home? Wah even happ’m?
I wrap my body in the towel and walk to the room just in time to see Nickoi fishing through the bag. “What time we reach back yer last night?” I ask, trying to remember. His smirk alone, tells me allllllll I need to know.
