Chapter 18
Swift couldn't get into Money's truck fast enough. He didn't care if Money called his mother, father, his uncle, or even his weed-smoking grandmother. He was heading home to Starlah. He'd only had the pussy once, but crazily, that wasn't what he missed.
Swift missed her.
He couldn't pull into the yard fast enough. He threw the truck into park, then quickly stopped. He sniffed himself, realizing he smelled of smoke, cheap perfume, and some indistinct smell he couldn't place.
"Fuck," he grunted. The last thing Swift wanted was for this to go left with Starlah if she thought he was with a woman.
He couldn't worry about that. Instead, he swiped up the lemon pepper and garlic parmesan wings and jetted inside. He almost pissed on himself when Chevy leaped up, his paws on Swift's chest as he licked his face.
"Damn, Chev. You miss me, too?"
Three months earlier, no one could have told Swift that coming home to any dog would have him grinning like he'd won a college bowl championship or had elevated his parents' trucking company to compete with the likes of any major trucking company. All he knew was that he wanted Starlah Steel.
She slowly eased into the kitchen, her face wet, her hair wildly falling over her shoulders. Her shoulders pushed back as a faint grin grew to a broad one when Chevy plopped down on all fours, watching them.
"Hey," Star's voice croaked as she dragged her fingers through her wild mane.
"Hey." A slow swallow followed as Swift took slow steps toward her. His heart was beating out of his chest as if he'd run all the way there. "Star, baby. I—"
He couldn't even speak when she leaped into his arms, her mouth crashing against his.
Her hands cupped his face as their tongues danced wildly around each other.
His teeth bit gently into her lower lip, lightly sucking it when he slowly lowered her to the floor.
She took slow steps backward, and he followed her.
The pair kissed as if they never wanted to stop, as Star led Swift back to her bedroom.
When they were inside, he kicked the door closed, leaving Chevy on the other side.
"I stink," he confessed. "I need to shower."
"I don't care and fuck that shower."
Star's fingers slid underneath his shirt, fumbling to disrobe him. Swift laughed when she couldn't pull it past his huge biceps before he wrapped his hand around her wrists.
"I stink, baby. I went to a strip club with bitches everywhere."
She stood, confused, wondering why he needed a disclaimer. He read her mind when he pulled her to him, and his arms wrapped around her torso.
"No, I didn't fuck anyone. I didn't even pay for a dance, but Money, my cousin, did. Hell, he's probably still there."
"Oh, okay." She squirmed, full of energy as her pussy throbbed. Star wanted Swift inside her so badly that she wanted to cry. "So does that mean you don't want to… "
"Girl." He kissed his teeth. "Fuck no. I'm saying I need to shower." He pressed his lips against hers and whispered, "Shower with me."
"O-okay."
He grinned, then leaned over and kissed her neck.
"Fucking lemons. I love the smell of that shit."
Star's skin flushed when he squatted in front of her and slowly peeled her tights down to her ankles. Smelling her essence could never get old, nor would seeing the landscape of hair that covered her lower lips. He pecked them, and she grunted.
"I thought we were going to shower."
"We are but let me do me while you enjoy it."
Swift flashed that dimpled grin, and Starlah knew then that she'd be putty in his hands.
He helped her completely out of her tights, then stood and slipped her spaghetti-strapped tee over her head.
Her perky breasts, both cupped by his massive hands, pebbled against his palm as he slowly eased his tongue into her mouth.
While his pointer and thumb toyed with one nipple, his free hand slid down her torso and in between her legs. She was soaking wet.
"Goddamn, Star. You're about to make me break my own damn rules again," he muttered in her ear. He gently stroked her clit, which had hardened against his fingertips, her body trembling.
"The last time I was inside of you was the first time I've ever not protected myself from a woman," he reminded her. "And I still don't want to protect myself from you."
Swift tilted her head, causing her to gasp as he shoved two digits inside of her snuggly walls.
"Tell me I don't need to protect myself from you, that you'd never hurt me." Her jaw lowered, her eyes fluttered, and he slowly finger fucked her so good that tears ran down her cheek.
"Say that shit, Star."
"You don't… fuck!" She wondered how Swift expected her to speak, let alone think, when he'd completely taken control of her body.
His fingers dislodged, and her eyes bucked just before he picked her up and laid her on the bed.
"You're right. Fuck that shower."
As Star laid there, looking like an angel God had dropped from the sky just for him, Swift quickly came out of his clothes. His dick sprang in the hair, and she squirmed, eager to be fucked by him.
"And?" He fisted his thick, long, dark-brown, veiny dick, waiting for her to tell him what he needed to hear. "I need to hear you say it, Star." His eyes misted, growing antsy as he fisted harder and harder. "Say it."
"You don't have to protect yourself from me because I'll never hurt you."
"Motherfuck— shit, Star."
Swift pressed both knees on the bed and spread Star's legs wide before he lined up his dick and eased inside of her. Her body shuddered, and her mouth was wide open, as his dick slowly disappeared, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her womb.
"Star, baby. I think I'm…"
"Me too," she quickly answered, her hips winding as he pumped slowly inside of her. "And I'm… shit." Swift thrusted, then lifted one leg, holding it in the crook of his arm. "You're sooo fucking big."
"I know." He grinned, sweat peppering his skin as her walls completely took all the dick he had to give. "And I don't want to be your roommate no fucking more."
Her peepers expanded confusedly when his mouth completely covered hers.
"I want to be your fucking man. You cool with it, or naw?"
Star's eyes relaxed, breasts bouncing as Swift's dick practically climbed inside of her, stretching her to capacity.
It hurt so good that she screamed. Chevy immediately barked erratically, his paws scratching the door.
He liked Swift, but he loved Starlah. They both knew what that meant, but that was too bad, because Swift refused to come up off her pussy.
Tonight, Chevy would have to be deprived of Starlah.
"We need to have a talk with our pups, baby, and set some rules."
He pulled out, then flipped her over, gripping both of her ass cheeks.
"Hell yeah. New rules. Hold still because that motherfucker outside gon' have to cry."
She giggled, which was short-lived when Swift dipped down, then rammed his dick inside of her. Slow strokes morphed into quick strokes when he felt her walls contracting. He reached around her waist and found her swollen nub when she grunted, feeling her body give way.
"That's that shit I need you to do, Star. Cum for me, baby."
Swift sat up and gripped her waist on each side, hitting her pussy in places he knew she'd never experienced pleasure before when she screamed, and fluid sprayed all over her comforter.
"A fucking squirter. Damn, I'm in love."
He laughed, but not for long, as Star reached underneath and cupped his balls. His body froze when his seed forcefully spilled inside her womb. Swift came so hard that he grew light-headed.
Starlah continued to massage his balls when he screamed, "That's enough, got damn it!"
He eased out of her, and with the little bit of strength he had, he plopped onto the bed next to her. She smiled and swiped her hair out of her face. He could get used to seeing her just like that: beautiful and freshly fucked.
"Now tell me what happened with old boy? Is he going to be a problem?"
"No." She smiled, thinking about her nephew who was on the way. "It's a long story, though." She sighed, turning to face him." I needed time to process it. I apologize for shutting down."
"Well, make it a short one and one that ends with me and you."
"I think I can do that." Star smiled, and he pecked her lips.
"Good girl."