Chapter Thirteen #2
"This what you wanted?" he growled, gripping my hips. "You wanted me to fuck you like this?"
"Yes!" I cried out, my whole body shaking. "Yes, fuck, don't stop!"
He didn't. He kept pounding into me, each stroke harder than the last. I could feel my orgasm building, that familiar pressure coiling in my core.
"Dose, I'm gonna cum," I whimpered.
"Not yet," he said, slowing down. "Hold that shit."
"I can't—"
"Yes you can," he said, pulling out and flipping me over again.
This time, he sat down on the couch and pulled me onto his lap, positioning me so I was straddling him.
"Ride this dick," he commanded.
I positioned myself over him and slowly sank down, taking him inch by inch. From this angle, I had more control, and I could feel every ridge, every vein of his dick as I lowered myself onto him.
"Fuck," I breathed, my hands gripping his shoulders.
Once he was all the way in, I started to move, rolling my hips in slow circles. He groaned, his hands gripping my ass, guiding my movements.
"That's it," he murmured. "Ride that dick, baby. Show me what you can do." He spat, flicking his thumb back and forth over my clit.
I picked up the pace, bouncing on his dick, my tits bouncing in his face. His body was so big that he was enough to hold on to. Leaning forward, he took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.
"Oh god," I moaned, my head falling back.
I rode him harder, faster, chasing my orgasm. I could feel it building again, that pressure coiling tighter and tighter.
"You gon' cum for me?" he asked, his voice muffled against my breast.
"Yes," I gasped. "Fuck, yes, I'm so close."
"Then cum," he said, his hand sliding between us, his thumb finding my clit. "Cum all over this dick."
That was all it took. I came hard, my pussy clenching around his dick, my whole body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He didn't stop. He kept fucking me through my orgasm, prolonging it, making it last longer than I thought possible.
When I finally came down, I was trembling, barely able to hold myself up.
"You good?" he asked, his hands steadying me.
"Yeah," I breathed, even though I felt like I'd just run a marathon.
"Good," he said, lifting me off him. "'Cuz I ain't done with you yet."
He stood up, pulling me with him, and turned me around, bending me over the back of the couch.
"Spread your legs," he commanded.
I did, and he entered me again, this time from behind. The angle was different, deeper, and I could feel him hitting my G-spot with every thrust.
"Oh my god," I moaned, my hands gripping the back of the couch.
He fucked me hard, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto his dick with each thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together was obscene, mixing with my moans and his grunts.
"This pussy so good," he groaned. "So fucking good. I been waitin' on this shit. I been beggin' for this shit!"
"Harder," I begged. "Fuck me harder."
He obliged, his pace becoming almost brutal. I could feel another orgasm building, faster this time.
"Dose, I'm gonna cum again," I whimpered.
"Cum for me," he said, his hand reaching around to rub my clit. "Let me feel that pussy squeeze my dick."
I came again, even harder this time, my legs giving out beneath me. He held me up, fucking me through it, his own breathing getting ragged.
"Fuck, Sia," he groaned. "I'm about to nut."
"Cum for me," I breathed. "I want to feel you cum."
He thrust into me a few more times, hard and deep, before his whole body tensed. He groaned, his dick pulsing inside me as he filled the condom.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat.
Finally, he pulled out, tying off the condom and tossing it aside. He turned me around and pulled me into his arms, and I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.
"You good?" he asked, his hand running through my hair.
"Yeah," I whispered, even though I wasn't sure if I was.
Because the truth was, I'd just crossed a line I swore I'd never cross. And now, lying here in his arms, I realized something that scared the hell out of me.
I was catching feelings.
And there was no condom in the world that could protect me from that.
The Following Day
Dose fucked me senseless last night, and he was fucking me senseless now. Lord, this reminded me of when I was younger and my lil' boo would fuck on me 'til the wee hours of the morning and I'd have to call Nya to fix my wig.
I'd freshened up at his place but as bad as I wanted to stay, I knew I had to be grown and leave. Dose had showered and dressed. He mentioned wanting to follow me home because there were some really bad flood spots and he wanted to make sure I got home safely.
He wasn't supposed to come in, but he had to pee, so I let him while I showered. All it took was one look at me and somehow his dick was buried deep inside me, with my toes touching the ceiling and his chain dangling in my face.
"This dick feel so good, oh my god," I whined, with my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I'm sure the white part was showing now.
Dose bent down to kiss me on my chin, and he never lost his stroke.
"I know, baby. I know this dick feel good. Let me feel you raw," he pleaded.
My eyes sprang toward him as he ground deep and slow into my pussy. "No, Dose. Stop doing that!" I shrieked as I hit him on the back.
His hips were moving in circles, touching my G-spot, but I wasn't ready to cum yet.
"How you gon' nut if I don't hit your spot, bae?"
Before I could rebuttal, I felt a booming knock at my door, making me freeze. However, Dose kept stroking me. I hit him again once more on the back, motioning him to get up.
"I need to see who it is."
"My dick hard as a rock and you talkin' 'bout gettin' up."
"Yes," I whispered in a harsh tone, "because I need to see who that is outside. It could be anybody."
Finally he climbed off me and I reached for my robe off the chaise and draped it around my body.
"Why you whispering like yo car ain't parked outside?" He spoke as he slid his joggers over his bare ass and hard dick.
I walked over to my bedroom window and peeked through the blinds. It was Nya's crazy ass.
"It's Nya," I shrieked, still whispering for some odd reason.
"Then don't answer it. She'll get the memo and leave," he retorted like it was that fucking simple.
"No she won't," I argued, trying to walk stealth, probably looking crazy as hell. "You don't know her like I know her." We were on opposite sides of the bed going back and forth. "And you got your truck parked outside."
The knocking ceased, making Dose give me a stale-faced expression. My world crumbled when her crazy ass knocked on my window, sounding like Felicia from Friday.
"Sia, I know you in there! Let me in, hoe!"
I shook my head before palming my face. "You have to hide, Dose."
"What?" His face contorted. "I'm a grown-ass man, I ain't fuckin' hiding."
"Dose, please," I pleaded. "She doesn't know what we're doing yet."
His shoulders shrugged. "Then she will."
"Please hide. You can go in the closet, baby." I walked over to him, feeling my slick thighs smack together from the cum swarming down. I clasped my hand over his wrist and pulled him to the closet while he took baby steps, fucking with me. "Stop playing!"
Before closing the door, I kissed him on the lips. "She won't be here long."
"Yeah, whatever."
I couldn't help but giggle because he was damn near touching the ceiling, he was so damn tall.
Nya had the patience of a damn ant, because she'd gone from knocking on my door, then my window, then knocking on my door again. I could hear her outside talking to herself like a crazy person.
"I know this hoe hear me! Sia, I swear to God—"
I swung the door open, cutting her off mid-sentence.
"Girl, what the fuck!" I snapped, trying to look annoyed instead of guilty.
Nya stood there with her hand on her hip, looking me up and down with those judgmental-ass eyes. She had on a cute little matching set—some Fashion Nova shit—and her lace front was laid to the gods. Her makeup was beat, but she had that look on her face like she knew something was up.
"Don't 'what the fuck' me, hoe," she said, pushing past me into my apartment. "I been out here knocking for ten minutes. What you was doing?"
"I was in the shower," I lied, tightening my robe around me.
"Mmhmm," she said, her eyes scanning my living room like she was the damn FBI. Then her eyes landed on the window. "Whose truck is that parked outside?"
My heart dropped. Fuck.
"That's the cable guy," I said quickly. Too quickly.
Nya's head snapped toward me, her neck doing that thing where it looked like it might pop off her shoulders.
"The cable guy?" she repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. "Bitch, the cable guy driving a F-450? And since when you got cable problems?"
"Girl, I don't know what he drives," I said, waving her off. "He just came to check the box or whatever. What you doing here anyway?"
Nya sucked her teeth and plopped down on my couch like she owned the place.
"I need a favor," she said, crossing her legs. "You know that nigga I been talking to? The one with the Hellcat?"
"Which one?" I asked, because Nya had like five niggas on rotation at any given time.
"The fine one with the dreads," she said, like that narrowed it down. "Anyway, he taking me out tonight and the strap on my heels broke. I need to borrow them YSL heels you got. The black ones with the gold buckle."
I blinked. "You came all the way over here for some heels?"
"Bitch, yes!" she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You know I can't show up looking busted. Plus, I wanted to see what you was up to. You been acting weird lately."
"I ain't been acting weird," I said defensively.
"Yes you have," she shot back. "You been dodging my calls, canceling plans, and now you got the cable guy over here at nine in the morning looking like you just got fucked."
My face got hot. "Girl, bye. The heels are in the guest closet. Go get 'em."