Chapter 15 #2
His strokes got stronger, and his pace got faster, and I could feel my clit sliding up and his shaft.
He was right. I squirted and wet up everything in the vicinity.
Asad didn’t slow down. He kept fucking me up as my body nearly went limp.
When his teeth grazed my nipple, I squirted more.
The effects he had on my body were unmatched by anyone.
I was just glad that he was the man I wanted to do life with.
“Ashanni . . . baby, fuuuuuck. I’m about to shoot up paradise. Ahhh shiiiit!” he yelled as he held me tightly.
He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around my waist and stroked me a few more times as I rested my forehead on his shoulder.
Our pants were all that could be heard. My body was spent like we’d been at this for hours.
It had only been about fifteen minutes, but it was a good ass fifteen minutes. Shit!
“I love you, Asad. Damn.”
“I love you, too, baby. I can’t wait until we can get back to a bed so I can really turn this pussy out. I think about that night at the Four Seasons all the time.”
“I do too. We only have a couple more weeks. Nesha said they were painting today. Shit, I’m ready. We gon’ get one of these Hendersons to watch baby boy, and I’m gon’ fuck you all over the house. That’s a lot of fucking since it’s a two-story beauty.”
“You right. That’s gon’ be a lot of fucking. I’m gon’ take you on those stairs, lean you over the balcony in there, take you on the island bar top, and in the hay of that barn you building for your horses. If I could predict that horse’s behavior, I’d take you on the back of him while we riding.”
I giggled, then lifted my hips, letting him slide out of me. “I owe you a detail. I fucked this back seat up. Jayceon gon’ be wondering what the fuck happened over here when he get in his booster seat on the other side.”
He chuckled. “Hell yeah, but I’ll just tell him a soda can exploded in here because it got too hot. He’ll be fine with that explanation. He don’t need a lot of details.”
I giggled and slid off him to put my sweats back on. Just as I got them on, someone yelled, “Get the fuck down!”
There were several gunshots. I hit the floor so hard, and Asad fell on top of me. It felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. I could barely breathe. “Asad, baby . . . I can’t breathe.”
He eased off me, and I could see the fear in his eyes. Grabbing his shirt, he slid it on, then opened the door to find one of Ali’s guys standing there. The guy slowly shook his head. “Willing to die to fuck. Y’all come on.”
He was joking, but it was too soon for me. I’d never been shot at. I was at the diner when shit went left, but this was specifically aimed at me. Those bullets had my name on them. I now knew how Karima felt when this shit happened to her and Rhodes outside her dad’s house.
“I’m Seneca. I hit whoever was driving,” he said and nodded at the car down the road in the pasture.
I was grateful she veered to the right and not into someone’s house on the left.
Uncle Kenny’s house was almost right across from where she ended up.
I was saying she. It could have very well been someone else that she hired.
As I watched the car, I saw another vehicle pull up, and Ali got out of it.
“Come on. Let me get y’all in the house.”
“Was it Mila?” Asad asked.
“I don’t know, man. It happened so fast. I’m the type of nigga that shoots first and ask questions later. Ali and Philly gon’ let us know.”
I glanced down the road again and saw Uncle Philly out there. My daddy came out on the porch with his gun, wearing a wife beater and drawers. I turned my lip up. “Daddy, really?”
“Girl, what? I would have been out here sooner, but a nigga passed out butt naked. I know you didn’t wanna see that shit. It’s yo’ mama fault.”
I slowly shook my head as Asad and I made our way inside. He extended his hand to shake Seneca’s, and he frowned. My dad chuckled and said, “Shiiiid, you ain’t seen my wife. You would want all this flavor.”
I fake gagged and rolled my eyes. “Now I see where you get that shit from,” Asad said.
“Daddy!” Jayceon yelled.
“Go check on him, baby.”
He hopped up from the couch as I went to the door to see what Daddy was talking about. As I approached, I heard Seneca say, “I would feel way more comfortable if you go put on some shorts or pants, nigga. Y’all country niggas something else, man.”
My dad chuckled. “You at my house, nigga. Plus, I’m still high as shit. Like I told my daughter, you better be glad I got anything on.” Before I could tune out the conversation, that nigga said, “Dick would have been swinging everywhere.”
I literally gagged. My daddy didn’t have even a partial filter at times.
The only time he did was when kids were around.
He typically didn’t talk like that in front of me either.
While he knew I was having sex, he didn’t get as detailed about it with me.
That damn Chas was another story, no matter how much I declined interest in the subject.
She came down the stairs with some shorts for him, and he tongue kissed her right there in front of Seneca.
She walked off, and he smacked her ass, then turned to Seneca. “What I told you? Fine as fuck.”
God help me now!