Page 37 of The Perfect Verse
“Wait—” She yelped when he stood, stepping out of the jacuzzi. He had one arm underneath her ass, the other holding her neck as he hungrily sucked, licked, and bit her chin and lower lip. In the dark, he made his way to her bed and lowered her on her back.
“Scooter?”
She gasped when he lifted both legs and dove straight in, his tongue dragging from the crack of her ass all the way to her engorged clitoris. She cried, literally cried, as he lapped and sucked until she came all over his tongue.
“Fuck, you taste so damn good.”
She could barely think, but she didn’t need to. He was in control, and when he was, she had to do nothing. That alone was different for her. She’d turned over the reins, become completely submissive when he sat, grabbed his shaft, and fed her so much dick that she could feel it in her chest. Scooter was greedy as fuck when it came to her, and very territorial. He stretched her walls, her lower lips puffy from the pounding he was putting on her.
“Talk to me.”
His husk-filled voice vibrated against her skin as he nipped and licked her neck. Kaleela was no slouch, but he knew this wasnew territory for her. Her response was a winding of her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her pussy was wet and warm as he damn near climbed inside of her.
“I-I’m good.”
“Just what I needed to hear.” He slid from between her legs, then rolled her onto his lap, gripping her by the waist. “I’m about to bottom this pussy out. Don’t worry. If you need more rest, I got the boys.”
And bottom out, he did. He worked her over so good, even putting her on her side before he lifted one leg and thrust inside of her from the back.
“This shit too fucking good,” he whispered in her ear. All they could hear was his balls slapping her ass cheeks. “You hear me?”
“Y-Yeahhhhh.” He bit her shoulder, his stomach clenching as his seed forcefully flooded her walls. “Fuckkkk.” He grunted, his body jerking as he held on to her as if his life depended on it. He had to be delirious as a little voice in his head almost whispered that he loved her. Once he was done, his body collapsed, but he didn’t let her go.
“Get some rest, baby. I’m about to sleep in the pussy.” Her eyes shot open, and she tried to sit up. “Kee?”
She snickered.
“I may want some more. Nigga about to be gone, so I need you to drain these motherfuckers. Understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered, feeling her cheeks hike.
“I’ll take care of you in the morning.” Before morning, as predicted, he’d climbed back in the pussy, and that time, he was sure he didn’t need to see Serita. He prayed that Nazir hadn’t sent her those tickets.
Chapter 15
Verse Fifteen
“Be good.” Donovan smacked Chaney’s ass, watching her pink, pouty lips. They were headed to their first city, but before they headed to the airport, he’d swung by her place. It was four in the morning, but he had to see her.
“Of course, I’ll be good. I even have my ‘to-do’ Donovan list.”
He grinned and pecked her lips. It was mostly things like meeting her basic needs from meal prep and packing, taking her vitamins, and getting rest. She even had to set her morning alarm to allow time for morning prayer and meditation. Crazily, that was something she and Kaleela used to do. Again, feelings of guilt crept in as she thought of someone she used to be so close to, even Reagan. She missed them.
“Make sure that list comes with a few pics,” he reminded, his eyes falling down toward his dick. “Need to see what’s mine to get me through these dates.”
“What? I can’t come out?”
She just didn’t know how much he wished she could be there for all the shows. Nazir warned him about work-life balance and how to keep his relationship fresh, how sometimes, being apart made a relationship stronger. He would know, since his wife rana successful PR agency, Gush, while he ran his own record label. He told him the best time they had sex or created new memories was when he’d send a service car with flight tickets on a whim.
“I got you on that. Just keep that pussy tight for me.” He bit her lip and gently sucked it while his hands massaged her ass. He pulled back and looked around, wondering if he had some time to go inside.
“Nope.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to hear I’m the reason y’all late or something.” She pushed his dreads out of his face, admiring how handsome he was. How she felt was almost indescribable, but she was also terrified. Things had been going too well. She even had Granny Paula picked up and brought her to her shop for a day of pampering. After hours of laughing, along with the jewels Granny dropped, Chaney understood why she had a hold on her man. Hell, she had a hold on Chaney, too.
When the driver tooted the horn, they knew their time had come to an end. Neither realized how hard it would be, but that was their life since the last thing they wanted to do was impose on each other. Scooter was running late. He had been off the grid the last few days, too. He shook it off, though, because who he cared about was the woman in front of him.
“Call me later?” she whispered, cupping his cheeks. He kissed the palm of her hand, then tugged her closer.
“Soon as I land. Lock up, and make sure you got that.” She knew whatthatwas. She was never a fan of carrying a gun, but once her clientele increased, and she became his woman, he made sure she stayed strapped. “Oh…” He paused and smiled. “I love you.”
