Page 39 of Blind Spot
“I’m not ready for that ass yet. I’m still getting accustomed to this wet pussy right now, baby girl.”
She bent over and grabbed her ankles. I kicked her legs apart, spread her ass cheeks, and dipped down just enough for me to angle my erection just right. When my dick slid home, I grabbed her hips, and I acted like a fool on that ass.
She screamed and cried, and I prayed to the heavens above that no one called the cops. If they did, then that was too bad for them. They’d just have to come in and pay to watch the show. I wasn’t averse to giving a few lessons on how to send a woman into a dick coma, but I wasn’t gon’ stop beating this ass up.
“I need to cum, Dom!”
“Do that shit!” I replied and smacked her on the ass.
“Ugghnnn!” She released some crazy ass sound as if she were stopped up and couldn’t catch her breath. A crazy ass smirk pulled my lips up, and I hammered into that ass. She lurched forward, but I snatched her back against me and continued plowing into her.
I felt it when she coated my dick with her release. It was hot, and all that I needed to send me over the edge. I released some inside of her and then pulled out to release the rest on her back and ass.
When I finished, I stood her up and turned her around to face me. My lips covered hers hungrily, almost greedily, as I basked in the kiss we shared. I washed Charly up and then myself before we retreated to her bedroom instead of mine. Dressed in nothing but our underclothes, we climbed into her bed with our dinner. She knew that I didn’t play that about eating in my bed. Her little messy ass wasn’t as funny about things like that as I was.
“You having second thoughts about us?” I asked when we finished eating.
“No,” she replied softly.
“What have you been thinking about?”
“Just about how everyone will receive us. I don’t know if I want anyone to know about . . . whatever this is. What is this?”
I mugged her. I wasn’t into titles and relationships. I was used to fucking a woman and moving on. But this wasn’t that.
“If you think for one moment that I’m about to let another nigga step to you in any manner after all we’ve been through, you’ve got me fucked up.”
“If you feel that way, then you have to know that I feel the same about you and him,” she replied as she reached out and grabbed my dick.
“You ain’t even gotta worry ’bout it, ma. You got this nigga on lock. Only pussy he tryna get into is yours.”
“Good. As long as you know. What about Tracy, though?”
“She was just a fuck buddy since I’ve been out of jail. She’s convenient for me, and I’m convenient for her. You don’t have to worry about her anymore.”
“What about your family? I’ve always been close to them, and I already know that they’re going to be side-eyeing me about being with your brother and then you.”
“I’m not worried about all that.”
“Well, I am. I don’t want to be considered a homie-hopper or the pass-around in the family, Dom. What I feel for you is real, and it always has been.”
“Listen,” I declared, lifting her onto my lap to straddle me. I locked my hands behind her and explained. “You ain’t ever been nor will you ever be a pass-around or homie-hopper. You’ve always been mine. Everybody knew that Ramon was on some stupid shit. That’s why everyone was so anxious to tell me about y’all.”
She bobbed her head softly, and I lifted her chin. Kissing her lips, I stated, “We can move at your speed. We don’t have to rush and tell them shit.”
“Thank you,” she replied softly.
I held her close to me, and while I was glad that she was appeased, I wasn’t. I knew a time would come when our road would get rocky. I only prayed that we had what it took towithstand it. As friends, we were rock solid, but as a couple, we were too new to be battered with the storms of life.
Chapter 13
Charly
Ipoured a half ounce of simple syrup into the mixing glass, three-quarters of an ounce into the whiskey glass for the whiskey sour, and the same amount for the daiquiri, and then a half ounce for the margarita.
I listened as my customer in front of me chatted about whether she should break up with her boyfriend, and giggled when her best friend told her to keep him around to stay in his pockets while she screwed his best friend.
What I didn’t say was that she’d better watch out, because her best friend might be screwing her man if she could dish out that advice so easily. I’d seen that and so much worse than that working at the bar.
