Page 58 of The Last Man on Earth
He exhales, huffing out a laugh. “Well, I ain’t tryin’ to be funny, but I nutted in you, and it was a lot. I mean alot.”
I burst out laughing. “I’m on the pill.”
“Yeah, so was my fiancée.”
I shoot him a look. “Yeah, I’m sure she saw you, a rich rapper, and made sure to take her pills faithfully.”
He shakes his head. “I barely even remember that night, for real. She mighta trapped a nigga.” He shrugs. “Oh well.”
He goes back to his project, tying the corners of the poncho with string I removed from somebody’s shirt. I pull out my makeup bag and, using my compact mirror and tweezers, pluck my eyebrows first, then the chin hairs that decided to make an appearance even though they know good and well I’m going through some shit.
I’ve never done this kind of grooming in front of a man before, but I guess all modesty goes out the window when a man digs a trench for you to poop in.
I finish that ugly work and take my braids down. Once my hair is free, I shake it out, creating what's probably the world’s biggest braidout.
I feel his gaze on me.
“I know I’ve told you this, but you so fuckin’ beautiful.”
I lock eyes with him, smiling shyly. “Thank you.”
“Yeah. I love your hair like that.”
He finishes his setup, stepping back to inspect it. “Done. Now all we gotta do is pray for rain.”
Cool story, bro.
But thelastthing on my mind right now is prayer.
“Vincent?”
His eyes meet mine. “Yeah?”
“You said ‘on sight’, right?”
A grin spreads slowly across his handsome face. “I did. And I meant that shit.”
That’s all I needed to hear.
I stand and pull my dress over my head, push my panties down, and present my naked body to the man who saved my life last night. And this morning, really. Riding him on the beach was as much a pleasurable experience as it was a desperate distraction from reality. And right now, I want him again, to feel the pleasureandto dull the pain.
His eyes follow me as I pass him by. I feel a hand slap my ass just before I reach the platform and place my palms on it, bending over, assuming the position.
“Okay,” he says, his voice low and rough. “I see you.”
“You better do more than see me.”
His low chuckle lands right between my legs.
Now his hands are gripping my waist. A low sound rumbles in his throat. I close my eyes when he presses his dick between my cheeks, moaning when he slaps my ass with it.
“Arch that back for me, sweetheart. Yeah…just like that.”
I sigh in relief when he pushes in, stretching me to my absolute fucking limit. My desire drips down my inner thighs as he moves a hand to the back of my neck, gripping just firmly enough to feel aggressive, which I like.
He strokes me slowly, at first, with a delicious rhythm that makes my toes curl. Now, he’s digging deep, faster now, drilling me, and it’sworking. I don’t know where I am, how much trouble I’m in, that I’m only a few bottles of water away from death. I can’t even remember that a wild animal tried to kill us last night. All I know is that he’s in me so deep, I wanna cry.
Instead, I moan. I whimper. I cuss. I crane my neck to stare into his eyes while I squeeze my walls around him and throw my ass back.
