Chapter 9 #3
He smiled. “Point definitely proven. Good night, Arie.”
I weighed my options because he was certainly right about me being sexually frustrated with him. I’d never known a man who could deliver such minimal dick and leave a woman wanting more like that. But if I allowed him to give me longevity dick, would I be able to recover from it?
As much as I didn’t want to, I moved toward him, grabbing his arm before he descended the stairs.
I didn’t have to say anything before he turned, lifted me, and walked me inside the cabin.
Not thinking, I pressed my lips to his, and surprisingly, they were super soft.
That made me slither my tongue into his mouth as he set me on the kitchen counter, ripping my pajama shirt off.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my breasts ached for him to suck them.
Pulling my mouth away from his lips, I asked, “D-do you have protection?” He reached behind him in his back pocket and pulled out a box of magnums, causing me to smirk. “So you just knew you were coming here to fuck, huh?”
“I did. A woman with so much anger couldn’t be sexually satisfied. I don’t feel bad about depriving you, but since I know you needed this, I came prepared to help you with that. By the end of this session, I want a real apology.”
“Just wait on it…”
He chuckled. “Yeah, okay. Tell me how and where you want it. Fast or slow? Counter or bedroom?” He slipped off his shirt, showcasing a hard chest and a small gut we referred to as a money gut.
And it looked damned good.
He had three big tattoos: one with a huge cross on one side of his breastplate, baby feet that read “Messiah Jr.” on the second breastplate, and the third across his stomach, which was an inscription that I couldn’t read at the moment.
I was turned on even more when his pants dropped, and the thick print looked like it was fighting to get out of his briefs.
“I don’t make love to people I’m not in love with, and I don’t usually fuck in bedrooms, but I want to be comfortable.”
He lifted me from the counter and placed me on my feet. “Lead the way.”
I took his hand and led him down the hall into the bedroom I always occupied when I stayed here.
As soon as I turned on the lights, he was on me.
Tossing me on the bed and kissing and licking my areolas and nipples as if he couldn’t wait to devour me, he took my answer on how I wanted to have sex seriously.
My head fell back because I loved having my breasts sucked.
His fingers found my center, and my eyes squeezed tightly when his thumb rotated over my clit.
I could feel my arousal leaking, and he hadn’t even done much to me.
He lifted, dropped his briefs, and tore into the box of condoms.
“I would like to inform you that once we start, I’m not stopping until all of these are disposed of. If at any time I’m hurting you, just let me know. Now, we can start off nice and easy and end it rough—your choice. I’m trying to be nice.”
A smile opened on my face. “Not you giving a disclaimer…” I laughed. “Just fuck me and don’t cum quick.”
His eyes dropped dangerously low as he pulled me to the edge of the bed, spread my legs wide, and slid deep inside of me. My body tensed before he began to assault me deliciously. My eyes closed as I enjoyed the moment before I felt him pinch my nipple.
“Ahh, shit!” I screamed out in pleasure and pain.
“Eyes on me, Arie. Don’t close them again.”
“Nigga, you—oh fuck!” I yelled when he started hitting me with those death strokes.
“Mmhmm. I see you like to learn the hard way. This pussy is about to be in a conservatory… fucking trapped with my dick being the only key to let her out.”
I couldn’t speak to say something smart, and right then, I knew I had fucked up.
“Tell me you’re sorry, Juicy.” I closed my eyes, and he pinched my nipple again. “Eyes to the front.”
“I hate you!” I groaned, grabbing his ass and rolling my hips to match his thrusts. He abruptly pulled out, and I instantly felt my body react in a familiar way.
Oh, hell no. Not again.
I reached for him, but he knocked my hands away, flipped me over, then leaned into me. “Apologize, or I’m going to get you to the top, then bring your ass back down consecutively until you apologize.”
“Messiah, I swear… if you don’t make me cum, I’m going to slice your dick off.”
“Okay… I see you don’t believe fat meat is greasy.”
He slid back inside of me, pounding and slapping my ass. When I felt myself about to cum, he pulled out. He did this over and over again until I had no choice but to cry out.
“Okay! Fuck! You win. I’m fucking sorry!” I couldn’t see him from behind, but I just knew his ass was smirking.
“I appreciate you, baby. Good girl. You ready to cum for me?”
“Yes... Make me cum!”
I couldn’t fucking believe myself. This was so out of character for me because I was the dominant one when it came to sex.
I didn’t allow men to feel as if they had control and power over me in the bedroom or outside of it.
But this nigga—the one that made my ass itch and who I shouldn’t have let fuck me—did just that.
And I was loving every bit of it.
I’m so stupid...