8. Sincere ‘Sin’
Sincere ‘Sin’
I was on my way to a good ass nut, but Ronnie was under me screaming and hollering. She could stop though, because I ain’t tryna hear all that. I grabbed her legs, twisting them to the side to get deeper. I knew this uptight bitch had some good ass pussy.
“Shit!” I shouted.
My teeth clenched together as I came inside the condom. After I made sure it was all in there, I dropped her legs, falling to the end of the bed.
“Sin, I didn’t cum yet,” she whined.
“Shit, ma. Rub yourself or something. I’m about to go shower.” I stood to my feet, panting hard as hell. She sat up, pulling the covers to her chest.
“Rub myself? I have you to help me out, why would I do that?” Here we go. I knew Ronnie was gone be one of them annoying broads after sex, the ones who ask for too damn much.
“Ronnie, I’m tired. I’ll make it up to you alright.” I bent down to peck her lips. She was the first woman I done kissed in years, but I had to do something to shut her ass up.
“Okay. Can I at least take a shower with you?”
I wanted to tell her hell no, but I remembered I needed to be on her good side. “Cool. Come on.”
I went into the drawer to grab some sweatpants and a t-shirt.
The way Ronnie leaped up from the bed, I knew she was happy to join me. This dick done messed around and changed her whole life already. I grabbed a towel for each of us from the closet then headed toward my suite bathroom.
Ronnie was already inside, trying to turn on the water. She wasn’t gone be able to figure it out. I had two bitches over here this week tryna do the same thing. It had to be turned on a certain way. Once I went over to do it, she stepped in.
I only had men’s soap in the shower, and I figured she was gonna complain.
However, she didn’t have a problem washing her ass with it.
Every other bitch I bring in don’t touch my shit, which is why I keep Dove wash in my cabinet.
She ain’t ask if I had nothing like that though, and I’m not about to offer it.
“So, when we get out, am I taking you back to the office or driving you straight home?”
Either of them muthafuckas cool with me. I need to get her out of my crib. I don’t let anybody stay the night.
Ronnie paused with a frown. “I can’t stay here with you?”
“Nah, mama. A nigga gotta hit the studio with Reese,” I lied to her face.
“Oh, okay. I’m going to the office. I have to make sure everything is put up anyway.” Ronnie washed her body, and I couldn’t help it when I bit my bottom lip. My eyes roamed her curves, admiring the suds trailing down her stomach.
“Alright. I need you to do something for me too.” I turned around to stand under the sprayer.
“What is it?” I heard her ask behind me.
“You got some pull at the police station, right?” I needed Ronnie to find this rich nigga. This muthafucka had bank on top of bank.
“Yeah, why? What’s going on?”
“Can you look up an address in the system if I give you a name?”
“Who’s address, is it?” I relayed what his name was. She wanted me to tell her how I knew him, but that part was none of her business.
“Just some nigga who wanna record with Deuces. You got me?” I could tell she was apprehensive. She probably ain’t ever do anything like this.
I rinsed off, turning around to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do.” Ronnie reached out to put her hands on my chest.
“When am I gonna see you again? I know the studio sessions take a long time.”
Them shits last forever. One song can take up to six hours to record, and we like to do at least two in one session. Reese wrote all the songs, and my man’s a beast on the mic, but picky as hell. He won’t let up until it’s where he needed it to be.
“Yeah, it’ll be a minute. You should come by tomorrow though and watch me work.” Ronnie stood under the showerhead for a minute until I turned it off.
Her smile widened as she followed me, water dripping off her body. “Okay, that sounds good.”
I didn’t stay far from the office, so it wouldn’t take me long to drop Ronnie off. Everything involving my music is minutes from each other, including the studio, the office, and the beats store I get my equipment from.
Ronnie was looking out the window as we pulled up to the back of the building. The paparazzi always in the front tryna catch somebody, so this way, her ass could just walk right on in.
“I had a good time tonight,” she confessed, reaching under the seat for her tote bag.
“Yeah. It was good, baby. I’mma see you later alright.” I kissed her cheek.
“Let me know about the address too. Have it for me when you come to the studio. I need to get him in ASAP,” I lied again.
“Okay, I’ll do it in the morning. See you later.” Ronnie leaned over to kiss me, then hopped out of the whip.
Walking toward the door, she swiped her access card to get in before going inside the building.Once I knew she was gone, I dug in the driver’s side door for a piece of paper.
Dialing the number, I waited a few seconds for somebody to pick it up.
“Hello.”
A feminine voice came from the other side.
“Sup, this Donna?” I asked, referring to the server from earlier.
“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting up for you.” Shit! That’s what I’m talking about. I love a muthafucka that stays hot and ready.
“Word? Well, text me your location, and I’mma roll through.”
“Okay, daddy.” She hung up.
A nigga cheesed hard as fuck, on God. I just knew I caught a freaky one! I looked back one more time before I pulled off. Ronnie a cool chick, but she ain’t worth getting out of the game for.