Chapter 13 #2
She turned to face me. “What do you mean?”
“What do you want out of life? What are you passionate about? Have you ever had dreams of doing something you love?”
“I love what I do now,” she said, smirking. When I didn’t return the sentiment, she rolled her eyes. “I used to want to be an interior designer… Like remodel homes. I bought this place while it was in an ugly stage and remodeled it.”
“Oh, really?” I asked, shocked. “I may have to hire you.”
“I respectfully decline. That used to be a dream. That dream is deferred now.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
Arie walked up to me, sliding her hand in my joggers and grabbing my dick. Her soft palm massaged me until I became fully erect. “I’ll be willing to talk more later, but right now, I want to talk to my friend. Can you make me cum, please?”
I laughed. “Since you asked nicely, you can have whatever you want, love.”
She smiled and squatted in front of me, pulling my dick out and devouring it.
I drew in a sharp breath as I watched those perfect lips move up and down my dick.
I removed the hair tie from her hair and watched it fall into her face and around her shoulders.
I pushed it back, watching her enjoying necking me.
Arie could play tough, but I knew somewhere deep inside that cold heart, she wanted me to give her what she’d been missing.
I was never one to care about a woman’s feelings. Not because I didn’t value them, but because Ashlyn and Ryan Crawford instilled in us to never play with a woman’s emotions. If we weren’t going to go all in, we knew not to give women false hope until we were ready to commit.
Arie was changing that for me. It could’ve been that mean-ass demeanor she had that no longer phased me.
Maybe it was her acting like she didn’t need a nigga that made me want to humble her pretty ass.
Not because I wanted to control her either.
Instead, I wanted to give her that soft life she claimed she never had.
When I felt myself about to blow, I pulled away from her, lifting her and taking her over to the picnic area, laying her on the blanket. I could see she had bite-sized sandwiches, chips, fruits, melted chocolate, whipped cream, and the champagne she brought along with her.
I grabbed the chocolate, pouring some over her nipples before I devoured them. A soft whimper escaped her lips as I continued to trail my tongue over her nipples, to her abdomen, down to her pretty, shaved pussy.
Arie writhed beneath me, lifting her hips, trying to shove her pussy in my face. I chuckled, but obliged, pouring chocolate over her mound and feasting.
“Shiiit… mmm!” She held my head in place, grinding her pussy in my face. I allowed her to get her shit off as her moans filled the air. Moments later, she was squirting in my face, and I was swallowing it all.
Lifting from her, I wasted no time sliding in between her juicy-ass walls and diving deep.
“Damn…” I grunted out as I swerved my hips to bask in her pussy.
I don’t think I’d ever had pussy so good. I could feel myself becoming addicted to the way her walls gripped me, and her pussy stayed lubricated just for me as I rocked away. I knew I was on one because I didn’t even strap up.
I couldn’t.
I needed to feel all of her without the barrier.
Her moans brought me out of my own head. “Messiah…”
“Yeah, baby. Talk to me.”
“Stop fucking me like you love me, nigga.” I sank my teeth into her neck. “Ouch!”
“What I tell you about that word?”
“Can you just fuck me harder, please?”
I stopped my movements as I looked down at her pretty face.
“I know you called me over to fuck you how you want, but I want to fuck for my pleasure as well. You can’t be selfish, love.
Let me take my time in this pussy so I can enjoy it.
When I’m done, I’ll give you your perfect ending. Is that cool with you?”
“No.”
I chuckled before rocking my dick back inside of her again. To bite back my own moans, I told her, “Well, that’s unfortunate for you… Soon enough, you won’t be the beast in your story. I’m going to show you the beauty that you try to hide inside.”
I traced her lips with my tongue, then drove my tongue in her mouth. I fucked her slow and deep, showing her a gentleness I’d never extended to anyone. I wasn’t a fool to think I could change her with dick, but I knew I could, at the very least, soften her up.
After ending our session with me giving her what she requested, we lay quietly wrapped in the picnic blanket, listening to Anita as I massaged her scalp.
“I can’t keep doing this with you,” she voiced, interrupting the tranquil moment.
I laughed lightly. “Why?”
“You’re trying to make me fall for you.”
“Why is that a bad thing?”
“Because I’m not sane, Messiah. I don’t think you understand… I don’t get into relationships because if a nigga hurts me, he’s for sure going to die.”
“How about we just call it a friendship?—”
“See. You know you’re going to be full of shit, that’s why you don’t want more.”
I laughed. “Arie, you don’t scare me, love. Death doesn’t scare me. I want to fix whatever’s broken inside of you, but I won’t beg you. I’ma move at your pace. I want to be someone you can call on whenever you need me. I want to be your friend.”
She sat up and looked down at me. “Why?”
“Because as much as you try to fight it, I know you want that. You actually crave it. I see it when you look at your sister and my brother. You want that, too, but you so caught up in being this independent savage who hates relationships that you don’t realize that you’re blocking your blessings.”
“Are you in love with your son’s mother?”
“Hell no! And never will be.”
“Then why did you get her pregnant?”
“It damn sure wasn’t purposely. Me and my brothers had a one-night stand with her.
I was drunk as hell, and I know I used protection, but she poked holes in the condom…
I didn’t know her ass. I denied my son for a year until the DNA test proved that he was mine.
I don’t have any ties to that woman, and the only reason she’s in my house is because of my son. She’s moving out next week, though.”
“How can I trust that? You’re probably still fucking her.”
“I fuck her when I need to.” She pushed away from me, and I pulled her back to me. “Cool the fuck out, Arieana.”
“Nigga, you?—”
I wrapped my hand around her throat and pinned her down to the floor before biting her lip. “You must think I’m playing with your little ass.”
“Get off of me.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Fuck you!”
“Okay.” I slid my semi-hard dick between her pussy lips as she moaned.
“You get on my nerves,” she groaned. I allowed her to push me over and climb on top. “Since you’re fucking me now, you can’t fuck her or anyone else anymore. That’s my only rule.”
“I ain’t fucked her in weeks. And since we’re laying out rules, you need to show me some affection. That’s my only rule… Oh, and you can’t fuck other niggas either.”
“What are you going to do if I do?” she asked, swirling her hips, making my toes curl.
“You don’t want to know the answer to that, Arieana.”
She smirked as we fucked for another round until we eventually fell asleep.