Chapter 7
I wasn’t going to touch her, for real. It was just that after all those long nights away from her, I needed to be where I could see her, smell her, be close to her.
But when I woke up and she had erased the respectable distance I had put between us, what was I supposed to do?
Especially when she had snuggled into me, the glory of that ass resting right on my dick.
I couldn’t help it; my hand crept to the warm skin of her thigh.
My fingertips traced, memorizing the smoothness of the unmarred parts and the raised but soft texture of her scars.
I wanted her to try the balm the Russian babushka had whipped up for me at my father’s request before I left the country, but only if she wanted.
Theory was perfect, however she came. I just knew she’d never treated the scars because she felt she deserved them, a punishment for her naivete and the darker parts of her mind.
Parts I wanted to explore when the time was right.
She was quiet as she came awake, but I could tell from the change in her breathing and the stiffening of her body. I expected her to jump away and curse me out. But Theory surprised me after a moment, melting into me and grinding her ass into my pelvis.
“All right, girl. You ain’t supposed to be acting so wifely. Make me fulfill my husbandly duties,” I rasped against her ear as my fingers tightened, gripping the fleshiness of her thigh.
“We don’t have to be married to fuck, Targen. It’s been a few weeks for me, and at least since wherever you went last night for you. A girl has needs. Why not?” she asked, doing a good job at sounding nonchalant but horny as she rubbed against me again.
She was trying to get a rise out of me. And even though I knew she was lying about the “few weeks” part, the shit worked.
I had her on her back and caged in by my arms and legs before another cool word could fall from her lips.
I stared down at her, and my irritation stuttered to a halt.
Damn, she’s beautiful. I always had to pause, get my mind back together after looking at her.
Those honey-brown eyes held a hint of fear, but much more than that, they held desire.
Theory liked that edge of fear, the threat of the loss of control.
I just wasn’t sure she was ready for the consequences.
“First, I went to… work last night,” I started.
“To whatever you do for your overlord,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“My brother. Don’t be disrespectful, Theory. Shit could be dangerous if I’m not around. But yes, with Maxim.”
“Mm-hmm, okay. You wanna have sex or not? That morning wood gotta be painful.”
Her tone was bored, disinterested, but I was determined to get my point across.
“Second, I told you when we met, there were no more women.”
She sucked her teeth.
“For a year?”
“For forever.”
She threw back her head and laughed. I mean, laughed hard. I felt something inside me heat, anger threatening to bubble to the surface.
“Boy, whateva!” she snapped, her expression hardening into the cold little facade she was working to hold on to.
My hands around her wrists tightened. Her body arched into mine, the sudden need in her eyes blazing. She liked that. “What I tell you about calling me a liar?”
“You promised forever before and then left. Didn’t say a word for a year. What exactly does that make you?” she challenged.
“I’m here now ‘til forever, Theory. I’m never leaving like that again,” I vowed.
“Forever? In this family? With a brother who has you doing God knows what? You’re not in a position to promise shit, Targen, and I don’t want you to.
I woke up horny with a big dick pressing into my ass.
I know you can make me cum; it’s as simple as that.
You either wanna fuck me or not. I could imagine the things my last nigga Malik did and—”
Yeah, that was it. She squealed as I flipped her onto her stomach.
Using my knees, I spread her legs ruthlessly, pressing myself into her back.
My hand slipped under her, ripping her panties down and off before returning to cup the treasure between her thighs possessively.
The heel of my palm smacked her clit as I slid two fingers inside her already wet pussy.
My teeth sank into the side of her neck, and I sucked relentlessly as she moaned.
She rolled her hips against my hand, working her gown up, giving me a glimpse of that luscious ass.
I couldn’t resist rising a little, pushing the gown all the way up, and palming one of the fat ass globes.
She moaned again as I squeezed, loving the mix of firm and give, the soft little ripple.
“Stop fucking with me, milaya. You ain’t gotta tell me about yo’ last nigga cuz I was yo’ last nigga. I’m gon’ forever be yo’ last nigga. You understand?” I demanded.
That sweet pussy gushed at my words, but she kissed her teeth like I was annoying her.
“You gon’ fuck or n— Ohhh!”
Her little smart-ass comment dissolved as I yanked my fingers out and replaced them with my dick. All of my dick. She inhaled sharply. But Theory, my little honey-coated baby, recovered quickly and shifted her body into a perfect arch as she looked over her shoulder.
“See? That’s all you had to do from the beginning,” she murmured.
The feel of her… Goddamn! Tight, wet, hot, and busy. She was doing her Kegels on my shit or something as she bounced her ass lightly against me. She felt like everything I’d dreamed about in the last year, but warmer, softer... better.
“Why yo’ pussy feel like this?” I asked, truly bewildered by why God would make something like this and expect a man to stay sane.
“You like the way that pussy feels?”
“Fuck yeah,” I grunted, sawing back and forth.
“Take it, then,” she taunted. “Take my pussy, Targen.”
Something inside me snapped.