31. Mattea
Chapter Thirty-One
MATTEA
After working out on the treadmill for two hours, I hopped my sweaty ass in the shower.
It had been over two weeks since I got rejected by Ream and since then I haven’t recovered from it.
He hadn’t even contacted me to start planning for our trip to Italy.
Hakeem had caught up with Tre and tonight we were supposed to be staking out his new location where him and his hoes laid their head at.
I was excited from the thought of finally being able to get my sister some justice.
If my father knew he would have done it himself.
Wrapping a towel around me, I went inside my bedroom and put on some music as I moisturized my skin.
The beautician that pressed my hair did so good that even two weeks later my hair was still straight.
Although my hair started to accumulate its natural oils and my press was now stiff, I was still able to manage it well.
I took my scarf off to let my hair breathe then went to my dresser to find some lounge clothes.
Finding a pair of boy shirts and an oversized graphic top, I tossed them on the bed.
Today I planned on lounging around until it was time to suit up and kill that nigga Tre.
Hearing a loud bang on my door, I snatched my gun off the dresser and then slipped my robe on.
I wasn’t expecting company so whoever this was better hope it was a good enough excuse to pop up on me.
Putting on my robe, I made my way to my front door and paused when I looked out the peephole and saw Ream standing there with a small smile on his face.
My stomach did that funny shit that I didn’t like whenever he was near.
I opened the door and stared up at him while inhaling his cologne that made its way up my nostrils fogging up my brain.
“You still want The Ruler to handle that for you?” My insides flared at the audacity that this man had to pop up weeks later expecting some pussy like it was promised to him.
“The offer expired Ream, have a good day.” I tried to shut the door, but his Givenchy sneaker stopped the door from closing in his face.
I looked behind him and didn’t see his car or guards.
Moving his free hand from behind his back, he held a bouquet of Lilies.
I smiled at his effort to bring something as small as flowers.
If it was any other man, I would’ve laughed in his face.
I didn’t care for flowers; I wasn’t into watering them to keep them hoe’s alive.
“I’m not a flower type of chick.” I moved out the way to let him in.
This was the first time I really got to see Ream dressed down.
He rocked a fitted NY baseball cap with some sweat shorts that was of course designer, a snug shirt that showed off all his muscles.
I started to look at the tattoos that decorated his arms as well.
“Well, we gon’ work on that, every woman deserves flowers.
” He closed and locked the door behind himself.
Walking into my house like he belonged here, he sat the flowers down on the table and pulled his gun out and sat it down next to the flowers.
“You gon’ have to throw those flowers in a vase of water, so the other ones can bloom.
” He walked away and made his way down my short hallway.
I went into my kitchen to get a vase that I currently had fake flowers inside of for decoration.
I filled it up with water and then took it back into my living room.
I wondered what the hell was Ream doing in my room.
I felt nervous and turned on all in one at the audacity and boldness this man possessed with me.
Most men would have shitted bricks with even popping up at my house.
I wasn’t sure what it was I wanted to do but I was ready to stop being scary and find the hell out.
After setting the flowers in the middle of my living room, I stood there for a moment.
I looked at the flowers in smiled, a man had actually made it his business to stop and think about me.
Although I didn’t care for flowers it made me feel somewhat good that he got them for me.
I made it back to my bedroom and stopped at the entrance as I admired Ream’s muscular back and firm butt standing in my mirror.
Looking at me through the mirror he gave me that panty-wetting smile while licking his thick lips.
My eyes traveled to his long thick dick that stood erect through the mirror.
“You need The Ruler in your life to make things less complicated. Daddy gon’ soften you up, get you more in touch with your feminine side.
I didn’t get the chance to tell you how sexy as fuck you looked a couple of weeks ago, ass sitting right, looking ripe.
Those long sexy thick thighs and legs, I imagined wrapped around my neck since the last time I saw you.
” Licking my dry lips, I swallowed down softly and batted my eyelashes.
He still hadn’t turned to face me yet. He kept his focus on me through the mirror.
“Take that robe and the towel underneath off, lay on the bed and play in that pretty pussy.” His voice was low and deep yet commanding and sexy.
I stood stuck in place, because now I cursed myself.
I hadn’t shaved at all, sometimes, I found myself being either lazy or not seeing the need to go all the way bald unless I was expecting some head.
My pussy wasn’t bushy, but it had a nice little amount of hair covering it.
I still considered it to be trimmed low.
“Why you still standing there looking lost baby, get on the bed and spread your legs for me.” This time he turned to face me, and I got caught up in his abs and the way they flexed.
“Ummm.” My eyes fell back down to his dick as I bit into my bottom lip and crossed my legs. He remained silent as we had a silent stare off.
“You on your rag?” he asked with a look of confusion.
“No, I’m not on my period Ream. I just haven’t shaved so I got a little hair.” My eyes dropped.
“Baby, I don’t give a fuck if that pussy bald, all daddy care about is how it smells, taste and feel.
Take that shit off Mattea, I’m ready to put some work in.
” He made his dick jump as my heart thumped harder.
I couldn’t be a punk bitch now I found my courage and took off my robe first. Next, the towel practically fell from my body like magic.
My titties set up at attention and as the cold air from my AC vent hit my naked body, my nipples grew hard.
I started at the end of the bed and crawled seductively with a deep arch in my back.
I was just as confident when it came to my body. I knew I was sexy as hell.
I could tell by the look Ream was giving me, that I intrigued him even more.
He couldn’t stop biting his sexy bottom lip.
He moved from standing by my mirror once I got all the way on the bed and laid on my back.
I slowly opened my legs wide and exposed how wet my center was.
Licking his lips, he grabbed the base of his dick and started to stroke slowly.
“I want you to cum all on those pretty little fingers, then I lick the rest up.” I already had my index and middle finger pressed upon my love button as I made small circles applying pressure.
Watching him stroke himself while keeping a lustful look on his face as he eyed my pussy hungrily had sent me over edge in just three minutes.
“Speed that shit up baby, make that pussy cum for daddy.” He stroked the fat mushroom tip of his dick that already had pre-cum ozzing out.
“I like the pussy sloppy wet. I want that shit to feel like silk when my dick gets up inside of you.” His voice seemed deeper and more demanding, sending chills down my spine.
My toes curled, and I picked my pace up.
My mouth fell open along with my head while my eyes rolled back as I got lost in pure ecstasy.
I could feel myself ready to cum. I felt Ream getting into my bed but couldn’t open my eyes to focus on him.
When I felt his warm mouth cover my right nipple, I orgasmed long and hard while he kept applying lethal pressure; biting, sucking, and licking both nipples as my body shook and jumped from the after math of cumming.
Tracing his tongue down the middle of my stomach, while licking around my navel, he got to my mound and kissed it before moving to my bikini line.
Looking down at his waves, my pussy came back to life ready for more.
Him kissing my inner thighs, then purposely grazing over my pussy lips while his beard tickled me was making me want to shout.
I was back throbbing and ready for some pressure to be applied.
As if he read my mind, he latched on to my clit and licked then sucked while twirling his tongue in circles with so much precision and dedication, I grabbed at the sheets and pulled for dear life.
“Ohhhh Ream.” I cried out like and gasped for air.
I barely moaned during sex, but Ream had me in a fucking chokehold with the head he was giving.
He was sloppily eating my soppy wet pussy like he enjoyed every moment of it.
I felt his mouth, tongue, nose and even forehead in my drenched pussy like he was trying to move in and live inside of me forever.
“Make that pussy cream for daddy.” He entered two fingers slowly inside of me, I wanted to tense up but couldn’t because it felt too good.
He moved his fingers in a come here motion and it felt like my heart was about to burst as my stomach caved in.
Snatching his fingers out, he kept his mouth latched on to my clit as I came hard while crying out at the same time.
Releasing my clit, he moved to my tunnel and made slurping sounds like he was drinking my juices up and needed them to survive.