Page 51 of The Perfect Verse
“It’s that easy, Shonasia?” Chico growled, quickly pinning her against the wall. He was fast, snatching both of her wrists over her head. He lodged his knee between her thighs, the warmth between her legs welcoming him as he unbuttoned her trench coat.
“Just like that? You leave and say fuck me?”
She shuddered, hearing the pain in his voice. It matched the one drumming in her heart. She tried ignoring it, but he wasn’t playing fair. The raspy texture shook her soul, tearing down her resolve. He dragged his tongue up her neck. Her body stiffened, but his tongue ignored the subtle rejection. He slowlysucked and pulled on her earlobe, driving her insane. It was then that Chico knew he had her.
“Ugh,” Shona groaned, feeling his dick brick up. The softness of her skin underneath his tongue drove him wild. She had him, too, as the tables turned in her favor. She knew it as he moaned. He only moaned in the past, times when he was most vulnerable. He could taste the Shea butter scrub coating his tongue. She squirmed, trying to loosen his grip, but couldn’t.
“Para,” he chided in Spanish, telling her to stop. He quickly looked both ways down the dark alley they stood in, where he had dragged her from the coffee shop. She trembled, feeling the breezy New York wind.
“Baby, please,” he whispered as his hardened member fought to get out. He quickly released himself, dropping his sweatpants down just enough. He lay his forehead against hers, stroking himself. He wasn’t thinking clearly, but she did that to him. She knew she could, and there she was, trying to leave without as much as saying goodbye.
“Chico,” she cried out, feeling her own center ache. “N-no. We can’t.”
“Mmhmm,” he answered. He couldn’t take much more, sliding his callous fingers down into her leggings, cupping her sex. He dipped one finger in, feeling the slickness pool down into his hand.
“Uh,” she uttered.
“Shonasia, you’re so wet for me. Why you playing?” he whispered, the rasp in his voice evoking more emotion.
She wiggled some more, her sex hungrily sucking in another finger. He pulled them out and stuck them in her mouth. She hummed and sucked so hard, he got jealous of his own fingers and snatched them out. He took her mouth and kissed her, chasing what was left.
“Fuck. You still so got damn sweet.”
“Shut up.” She hissed, angry with herself that she’d given in to him.
Wasting no time, he pulled her leggings down, stepping onto the crotch area until he freed one of her ankles. She cursed him until her words got lost once her second set of lips parted, granting him access.
“Shit,” she gasped. He hummed as he slowly licked up and down her sticky center, lodging two fingers inside of her. Her body shivered more, the more he lapped up her love.
“Got damn,” he muttered, then stood and rammed his dick inside of her. “Hell yeah. Shit.” He bit his lower lip when her walls clamped on hard to his dick.
“Chico,” she whimpered, and he smiled, watching her wince as he worked his way inside.
He tucked his lips, biting down hard so he wouldn’t sound like a bitch. It was something about a nigga deflowering a pussy, but not just any pussy, but the pussy a man knew no one else had touched before his first time. His tongue stroked her mouth while her center released a heavy shower of her essence.
If he wasn’t in love, he sure felt like it then. Everything about Shona made him feel alive. She wasn’t his wife, but she was once his best friend, his rider, and he wanted her more than he wanted to breathe, suffocating in her presence.
He smiled in her mouth, his strokes steady and slow. She was a product of him, teaching her everything from cooking dope to fucking as baby girl gave it up right outside. It was New York, a dirty alley at that, and she still gave in to him. Giving in wasn’t something he got at home anymore, and he was missing the submission of a woman.
“Tight lil’ pussy,” he whispered, trying to savor how pleasurable her walls were that clung to him.
“I told you to shut up,” she fussed, working her hips. Her mouth may have been saying no, but her body was riding himlike a jockey rode a horse. It was like old times. She was just sixteen, and he was barely a grown man who had somehow grown an empire that fed many. She was his trap queen, his bitch. No other could come close to claiming him, except one. Her name was Myriah—his wife.
“What? You mad?” He chuckled as she frowned. “I don’t know why when you’re fucking me back, old mean ass girl.”
“Ugh, move.” She kissed her teeth, nudging his chest. “Stop. Just stop.” She whined as her legs locked around him. Her mind knew what she needed to do, but her body was calling the shots.
“Oh, that’s what we’re doing?” He raised a brow, standing up inside the pussy. She gasped, feeling the head touch the tip of her heart. He grinned and pushed up just a little.
“We can do this all day, ma. All day.” He bit her neck, and she screamed as he covered her mouth with his.
“Mmmm, please,” she tried to get out as he kissed her neck.
“Calm your little ass down, Shonasia,” he gritted out, easing in and out of her more forcefully as her mouth fell open once he removed his hand.
“You’re finally getting this grown man dick again. This my pussy?”
“Fuck you, you little ass boy.” She snarled, feeling her insides stretch even more for him. Still, she kept fucking him back, unable to deny him. “Never thought I would see the day you gotta take the pussy,” she taunted him.
