Page 46 of Not My Type
I do as he says and my heart speeds up. He’s so handsome. I look down again. I had to. It’s that feeling you get when you’re around your crush. He cups my chin and turn my face to him.
“How yuh suh shy?” I roll my eyes seductively before I meet his half-lidded eyes. He looks high. I hold his shoulder and he leans in and smashes his lips into mine. Ouuu. Den somebody couldn’t tell me a so it feel nice when yuh deh with a bad man?
He tightens his grip around my throat and sucks on my lips. I hold my breast, deepening our kiss. A moan slips out of my mouth. My arousal is causing a pooling in my underwear. Omg! Why do I like it so much when him ruff me up? He’s growing hard underneath me. Whew. As our kiss gets even steamier, we lace our fingers together.
“Nick?” I say against his lips.
“Mhm?”
“I’m sorry about your dad,” I gasp and he bites my lips.
“Dat good mon,” he simply says when we pull away, breathing heavily.
“And I’m sorry about what it caused. All that darkness and rage,” I continue and he kisses my neck. “But... ”
I can’t even focus with him sucking on my neck like this. A moan escapes my lips. When we finally have sex, it’s going to be mind blowing. I can already feel it— and I can’t wait.
Just don’t breed.
He’s caressing my breast and I can’t help admiring him— engrossed with the size and the beauty of my cleavage.
“So you obsessed with breast?” my words come out in a pant and he bites his lip.
“Feel like a sup’m else mi ago obsessed with still,” his stare tells me exactly what he’s talking about.
My clit is throbbing— she knows too. I turn my face to the side, a coquettish smile escapes. The nigga gives me a thrill, one I never knew I needed. It takes me a few seconds to collect myself.
“Wah mi a try say still, is that despite your past, mi ago be that little positive arou— ” He bites my nipple.
“Just stop talk nuh muma. Show me yuh room,” he’s so rude. I playfully roll my eyes at him. I try to move and he grips my waist.
“Make me get up nuh,” I meet his stare. He smirks and slaps my ass then he allows me to stand.
When I do, I stop at my door, looking up at him. “What we doing in there? It’s too early for sex,” I make sure tell him.
“Mhm. Just want to lie down with you,” he looks down again — at my V print.
“Y’know and chill?”
“Okay sir,” I say, and push the door open.
18. GUILTY
Zara
His definition of chillin’ is a whole new level of tantalizing embrace. I welcome it. It’s a new feeling, but I love it. I feel so safe in his arms. His scent, his toned muscles against my skin — just his presence allures me.
Get you one o’ deeeez!
“Why you so obsessed with my breast sir?” my voice comes out sweet. His face pressed against my cleavage.
A playful hum slips through his lips. I smile, turning my eyes to the movie. It’s Ride Along. For some reason, I knew he wouldn’t like ‘Little’ that I was previously watching. He’s too thug for that. I exhale, now thinking about my pizza. Why are they taking forever? Ugh.
“What time is it?” I look down at him. He flexes his wrist before he responds.
“Time fi yuh focus pan the killa and not this,” he grips the remote and pause the movie. I laugh out. While he, on the other hand, just stares impassively.
“What timeee?” I whine and pat the bed for my phone since he wants to be smart.
