Chapter 3 #3
“So you say but how do you know I’m not putting up the goods on the first day?” now she had a teasing smirk on her face.
“Because you don’t wanna see me act up, baby.” I smiled.
“Nope, you don’t want to see yourself act up. I’d actually like to see you act up.”
That statement earned a laugh from me. “Fuck around and find out then.”
She laughed and continued to get herself together. I swear this motherfucker was straight gorgeous without all those filters and shit that females liked to put on their screens.
“You’re laughing, but ain’t shit I said been a joke. You better be letting that nigga buy you a meal and nothing else.”
The expression on my face told her how serious I was.
Instead of giving me lip she smiled hard as fuck and nodded that big ass head of hers.
I could tell now that Surah would be a problem for me, and I didn’t like that shit at all.
I hadn’t even climbed between the thighs yet, but she already had me yet again on some possessive shit.
She had me placing claims on and regulating shit that didn’t even belong to me.
Instead of sitting around wondering what shorty was doing I pulled up on the block to mess with Kasey ‘nem. On my life anything had to be better than sitting my ass up wondering what a bitch who wasn’t mine was doing.
“Nigga what are you doing over here?”
I shook my head, walking over to where they stood. “Why are you all on my back? Don’t you have other shit to be handling?” I looked from Kasey to his brother.
Kasey chuckled. “Handled. Lowkey a nigga is just tryna wind down. You want a drink?”
I nodded and accepted the plastic cup that he had now extended. Shit I could go for a drink because I was for sure tripping.
“What’s on your mind?” Aura looked at me with a serious expression.
“Why does it have to be something on my head?”
“Because you look like you’re about to cry, bitch.” Kasey poured my drink and looked at me with a smirk.
“Nothing man. I’m just on some other shit.
” I wasn’t about to pour my heart out to these niggas, so they could clown me.
Instead of pouring my soul out I sat on the block with them for a few hours before I was ready to bounce.
Shit, I was in the midst of calling one of my regulars when I saw Surah’s name appear on my screen.
Part of me wanted to decline her call and focus on my initial plans, but I didn’t.
I answered the phone not knowing what to expect because why the fuck was she calling me on a date?
“You playing one fucked up game, shorty.”
She giggled into the phone. “How? Where are you?” she asked.
“Tryna get my dick wet. How was your date?” I don’t know why I asked her that when I hoped to God it was horrible.
“It was okay. Can you come over?”
“For what? Yeen just hear me tell you that I’m tryna get my dick wet before I go in the house?”
“Because you’re my husband, right? Come through.” Now her voice was low and controlled. I swear I heard something else in it, but I was trying to keep my assumptions at bay. Females like Surah had mastered that law of attraction mess.
“Alright man, here I come. I ain’t staying too long because you know how females be when they think they’re a nigga’s last option.
” I didn’t give her a chance to respond, I just hung the phone up.
I was borderline pissed with myself because I should’ve told her fine ass no.
I couldn’t take another long ass night of conversation and minimal touching.
Fucking around with her I’d have blue balls.
When she finally sent me her address, I pulled up about fifteen minutes later.
She lived in the south loop away from all the hood shit.
Lowkey, I liked that, because it meant she valued the idea of being out of the way.
That was something else we had in common.
When I walked into her lobby, the receptionist must’ve already been instructed to let me up, because she nodded for me to go to the elevator.
This was some nice shit, she had to be taking some bomb ass pictures to afford this.
The elevator ride up was quick. By the time I stepped off, she was standing in the hall just looking at me. She definitely had a look in her eyes that I couldn’t place. Shit was mad sexy, because I could’ve sworn she licked her lips when I stepped off the elevator.
“Took you long enough.” She led the way into her space.
“I didn’t know I was on a time schedule.
” I looked around her house and nodded in approval.
The open floorplan was perfectly utilized.
Not only that but the vibe in this motherfucker was sexy.
It made me feel like she was on something with me.
Not only were the lights blue, but she had some soft ass song in the background playing.
“You weren’t but I was waiting for you to get here. Are you thirsty?” She walked around and stood at her island. I could feel her eyes on me while I took in her place.
“Parched.” I finally looked at her. I had a smirk on my face waiting on her to use the line that I used on her when she first came to my place.
At this point she was sitting on her island with a wine glass in her hand drinking from it.
Hell yeah she had a different look in her eyes and that shit was sexy.
I don’t know if she was setting the scene to seduce a nigga or what, but I swear she didn’t have to do much. In Surah’s case I was easy as fuck.
I rounded the counter stepping between her legs with intentions of my own at this point.
“What are you drinking on?” I didn’t give her the chance to answer, instead I took the glass from her hand and put it to my own lips.
I swear it was moments like this that let me know that I was fucking all the way up with Surah.
A nigga was way too fucking comfortable taking liberties that I wouldn’t dare take with another.
“You like it?” She didn’t bother pushing me from between her legs or attempting to create space between us.
“Nah, it’s too bitter for me.” I sat the glass down beside her.
“That’s Chardonnay. It’s an acquired ta—"
I didn’t want to hear shit about that wine, and she knew it. I don’t know why she was playing with me. Before either of us knew it my hand was around her neck, and I was pulling her into my space. “I’on want to hear shit about no damn acquired taste. Let me see what’s up with you.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer into her.
“Just this one time, right?” Then I felt her hands as they trespassed into my shorts.
The moment her hand made contact with my dick, I knew I was done for.
Within seconds she had me free and she was on a mission.
She pushed me back and hopped off the counter.
In a swift motion, she was on her knees in front of me, and she swallowed my shit whole.
I threw my head back in straight paradise because I ain’t never had a motherfucker take me whole like this. Wasn’t no way this was reality, shit I had to be drunk.
To make matters even worse she had the fucking audacity to be looking me in my eyes while she continued to swallow my shit like a pro.
The way she sucked the nut out of me had me ready to get possessive as fuck.
No wonder she only wanted to talk, her fucking tongue had the ability to fuck a nigga’s life up.
There should’ve been a fucking disclaimer before this because a nigga was straight up stuck.
I had to brace myself on the counter while this motherfucker had me busting down her throat, and she swallowed everything. I couldn’t catch my breath fast enough because she was already on her feet moving in the direction of what I assumed was her bedroom.
Did she not give a fuck that a nigga was dizzy and she had just drained me? Apparently not.
I followed her into her bedroom and damn near collapsed on her bed. I was still trying to catch myself and my fucking breath. She didn’t give a fuck, because within seconds, she was straddling my lap and pressing her lips to the side of my face.
“You okay?” Now she was fucking with me. She did that shit on purpose.
I nodded my head and didn’t utter a word. She had me fucked up and I was just about to show her how much. I wrapped my hand around her and used my other to grip her side.
She was hovering over my shit like she was about to control this in here too. When she felt me force her down without any warning she got the memo.
“M…Marii.” She moaned out as I leaned forward and started biting at her big juicy ass nipples.
That only made her lean her chest into me more.
“Mm… ari—" She couldn’t even finish my name.
that shit was coming out like straight gibberish.
Not only was she getting used to my size, but she was also trying to brace herself.
I had to pace myself, because the look of her losing control as she bounced up and down on me was enough to have me cum too early. I couldn’t go out like that.
“You good, Sur..?” I tried to taunted her, but that shit came out like a fucking slur.
“Mar…” She leaned forward pressing her hands into the bed as she started pushing against me like she was in a fucking horse rase.
“Fucckk.” I couldn’t control myself. The sight of her and I in this moment was in grained in my fucking skull. In this moment shorty could’ve asked me for anything and got it off the dome. This was some straight up sorcery because I felt like I was about to bitch up.
“It’s cu…” Her sentence trailed off as I felt her legs begin to shudder on both sides of me.
I had her right where I wanted her and she had me right where she wanted me as well.
With both of my hands on her hips, I began to slam into her upward like I had a point to prove.
I felt a rush through my body, and before I knew it, I was shooting deep inside of her while I thrusted into her as deep as I could.
I was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to use her legs tomorrow, and that was my intention.
Surah had fucked up, because now if I didn’t watch myself I’d be slipping into her oasis as often as I could.