29. Mattea #3
I brought her close and spoke directly in her ear.
“Now Crystal, name calling isn’t a very nice thing to do, is it?” I dug my sharp stiletto heel into her big toe, and she winced out and cried.
“No ahhhh!” I dug deeper.
“Now what the fuck did I tell you my name was?” I asked applying a little more pressure to the grip I had on her hair and digging my heel deeper into her crusty big toe.
“Reeaaaappppeeerrrr.” She squealed and cried out begging for me to release her.
“See, that was pretty fucking easy. The next time you disrespect me, I will beat your ass until piss leaks from that vagina of yours bitch. Now get the fuck outta my way.” I shoved her and made her fall down on the floor.
Everyone stood around and continued what they were doing.
Hakeem and my sister knew exactly what I was about so this came as no surprise.
If we were anywhere else besides this club, I would have loved to pistol whip Crystal for trying me.
Shrugging my shoulders as I watched Crystal stand on wobbly feet, I took a seat in Ream’s lap and leaned back allowing the back of my head to lay on his broad defined shoulder. I simpered at the smell that rose from his body.
“Was all that necessary? Crystal doesn’t mean no harm.
” He chuckled then unexpectantly placed his full lips on top of mine.
I surprised myself by kissing him back. It just felt right, like I belonged in his arms. Closing my eyes and smiling I relaxed in his embrace.
It didn’t feel like nobody was around, we were in a club full to capacity, and it felt as if I was alone with Ream.
“It was very necessary because I planned on making you mine for tonight only.” I grinded on top of his hard dick. I needed to be face-to-face with him so I turned to straddle him.
“Oh yea?” his thick brows raised as I held the sides of his handsome face.
Ream looked thuggishly handsome tonight.
He had on a cream color Amiri shirt, with some blue wash jeans.
You could tell from the shirt he had nothing but hard muscle underneath.
I loved how defined his muscular arms were.
Nodding my head yes, I kissed his lips again surprising myself for feeling so bold.
I never kissed men; it was a big no-no in my mental rule book.
“I want to fuck you, Ream. Like I want you buried so deep inside of me to the point of me not being able to speak.” I looked into his hooded eyes and felt his dick twitch right on the seat of my panties.
My clit started to jump and throb, and I knew I was damp.
Reaching inside of my panties he pulled me close and strummed my clit.
I buried my face in the crook of his neck and moaned lowly while licking and sucking on his neck.
“I told you when it came down to it, you was going to beg for this dick. Now tell daddy directly in my ear how bad you want The Ruler.” He circled my clit with his thick thumb, and I damn near lost it. Finding my strength because I was on the edge of cumming, I managed to lean toward his ear.
“I want you to fuck me really good Ream.” I refused to call him daddy although I almost slipped up and called him just that.
“Wet my fingers up so I can taste you, baby.” His voice was so low and sexy, I released on command and fell, slumped in his arms. I knew I made a mess on him, as he pushed me back a little and licked his fingers. We both looked down at his jeans and laughed lightly together.
“You gone make people think I did some amateur shit and nutted on myself.” He joked as I dropped my head a little. He picked my head up by lifting my chin between his thick fingers.
“You gon’ come home with me?” I pressed him a little more, trying to ensure him leaving the club with me. This was nothing but a tease, I was ready for the real deal now.
“Nah, I’m gon’ have to pass on that. I ain’t into taking advantage of women when they intoxicated.
For all I know, your thinking could be impaired.
I also didn’t like watching you place ya lips on the next nigga ear, then come over here handling my late-night snack scaring her away.
” He looked at me seriously. How was I supposed to know he was over here tucked off in the cut watching my every damn move?
I didn’t give a fuck what he said about Crystal because that wasn’t about him, and I wasn’t about to explain myself.
He didn’t hear what she said, I did though, and she had to be checked.
I didn’t show defeat in my eyes, I was too much of a bad bitch for all of that.
I got out of his lap and went to the bathroom to clean myself up.
When I made it back to the section Ream was gone and I tried to convince myself that I wasn’t bothered by his rejection.
Truth was, my feathers had been ruffled, I was confident that I had him right where I wanted him and he shut that down fast. I wasn’t used to being rejected but I took that L like the woman I was and finished enjoying my night and turning up with my sister.