Page 21 of The Perfect Verse
“Girl.”
He tugged her arms free before he held both of her hands in his. They were soft, really soft. He wished he could feel her fingers wrapped around his length as his dick hardened. He loved that shit. He pecked the palm of both hands.
“The fuck would I try to go there with her when I have you?”
“I don’t know, but riddle me this. I get the bitch looked out for you since she didn’t snitch, but what has she done for herself and her granny since she’s been out? It’s been three years. What does that dated, still wearing Dots and Rainbow’s Fashion outfit ass hoe want? To be a dependent on your tax return?”
“Hey, I can’t call it,” he lied because the truth was, he did know. He was more than her meal ticket. He was that for her entire family. He had to be since they looked out for him, especially her grandmother. Once she put her life on hold to do her time, he’d penciled her in as a line item and had been paying her ever since.
“Well, help me understand why her granny’s hand is still out.”
He smiled, watching his girl get all in her feelings about a bitch he didn’t even want. Sashay was fine, but Chaney was finer than a motherfucker. He was watching her fat snatch on display while she went on and on as he pulled her by her waist, sliding his hands down and cupping her ass cheeks.
“Donovan, I’m serious,” she whined. Her girly parts thumped as he placed kisses against her lower lips on the outside of her tights.
“Me too.” He pecked her lips. “That door locked?”
He stepped back and tucked his lips, taking in red tights that hugged her curved frame and off-the-shoulder white shirt that hung just below her ass.
“Damn, baby, you really went to work like this? Got my dick hard.”
He didn’t want to argue about Sashay. It was a waste of time, and nothing he said would change what she saw. He wasn’t hiding his ex, but he also didn’t feel like having the same damn conversation.
“Ughhhh, Donovan.” She whimpered, his hand cupping one of her cantaloupe-sized breasts. They, too, were just the right size for him. Hell, everything about her was perfect, even her self-perceived flaws, like her lack of rhythm or kitchen-challenged skills. She could feed him a decent meal, but all his favorites, like seven cheese macaroni or pigeon peas and rice, were still a reach for her.
“Donovan,” she sang.
She knew it was a distraction technique, yet she felt herself falling into his trap. While she enjoyed the gentle touch of a woman, she couldn’t deny that the touch of a man had sent her to higher sexual heights she’d never experienced before.
“We need to talk through our shit sometimes.”
“And I need to taste this pussy.” He French-kissed her navel, pulling her tights over her hips and down her ass. Her essence, coupled with her shea body butter, made his shaft even harder. “Let me get acquainted with my pussy first, and then we can talk.”
As he planted kisses on her shaven vagina, Chaney cooed. She felt her resolve give way as he leaned back on the bed before he demanded that she step out of her jeans. She took it a step further when she took off her white shirt that bore the name of her shop, Curls, Twists and Things. Those breasts he loved so much sat up as he admired her areolas that were a rich, walnut-brown against her lightly tanned skin.
“Come feed your nigga, Nae.” His eyes hung low, filled with lust, as he massaged her lower globes.
He lay on his back, and on cue, she crawled over his face, centering her pussy over his mouth. He quickly separated her slick lower lips apart with his fingers, allowing him to inhale her addictive scent.
“Hell yeah.” He could smell that shit every day, all day, and never grow tired of it. With the tip of his tongue, he gently flicked her clitoris.
“Fuck.” She grabbed the bedpost, her head tilted back as he took his time. He’d gone from just the tip to gently sucking on her mound, which caused her body to quake.
With each suck, she felt the hairs of his beard grazing her ass just before he eased a digit inside of her lower hole.
“D-Donovan?”
“Hmph?” He refused to let up as he stretched her lower globes, finger-fucking her ass while slurping and sucking her sticky center.
“Oh, you’s a nasty motherfucker. Bitch, I swear I love your ass. Dread, baby.” She tugged on his dreads, riding his tongue astears rained down her face. “I will fucking kill if you do this shit—What the fuck!”
He quickly shoved her down, ramming his dick inside of her. Her eyes expanded as he filled her up, pumping feverishly as he bottomed the pussy out.
“You thinking about leaving me, huh?” His teeth pressed into his bottom lip while his balls slapped her ass.
“Nooooo!” she sang. “I-I could never.”
“Naw, I think you love the dick. Not me.” He smiled, watching her flushed skin pepper with sweat. “I’m your baby now? Because a second ago, you were about to snap my fucking head off.”
