Chapter 7 #3
“No, you lucky I choose to entertain such a bigheaded, cocky ass nigga like you.” She quickly corrected him.
“Yeah, I am a lucky nigga. I felt like the luckiest man in the world the day you spoke to me.” Norie started the engine and pulled away from the curb, then grabbed her hand, kissed the back of it, and intertwined their fingers as he settled them on his lap.
“You been pressure since the day you walked ya ass into the club wit’ ya troublemaking ass friend.
And you been the only woman I’ve wanted since that day.
” Norie glanced over at her and contemplated pulling over just to sit her on his dick again.
“You still got my heart and everything. I legit love you.”
Norie wasn’t surprised at the temporary shock that settled across Evie’s face at his confession, and he wasn’t upset that she didn’t say it back.
Something in him was just at peace behind the promise he’d made to himself to see a therapist, and the happiness he felt while enjoying such a genuine, drama-free moment with Evie, just like all of the ones they used to share back when they first met.
An hour later, Norie pulled up to his crib and put his ride in park. Climbing out from behind the wheel, Norie opened Evie’s door for her and couldn’t resist cuffing a handful of her ass.
“Norie, your house doesn’t look anything like Tarps.” Her gaze lit up with sarcastic amusement as she took in his beautiful home.
“We still gon’ pull up to that muthafucka in a lil bit. I just gotta get some mo’ pussy first. I figured you’d want me to bring you here and we fuck for a while instead of you being pissed at me for sitting you on my dick at the bar.”
“Well, you figured right wit’ that one. Good job. I’m proud of you for ensuring that you and your dick are on y’all’s best behavior tonight.” She teased as they made their way to the front door. “There may be hope for you after all.”
“Nah, don’t be proud of me yet, baby. The night ain’t nowhere near over.
I ain’t said shit ‘bout me or that nigga being on our best behavior. You still might get yo’ ass hemmed up in a dark corner in that damn bar by ya neck while I make you cum on my dick at least twice.
And shit, don’t let me fuck around and wanna hear just how loud I can make you moan in public ‘cus ya ass gon’ cum ‘bout six times back to back fuckin’ wit’ me.
Don’t ever put too much hope in a nasty nigga like me to be well-behaved, not wit’ all that warm, fat-ass pussy you keep simmered to perfection.
And especially not wit’ the way you be putting all that pussy on a nigga.
Or I’mma disappoint ya ass every time. I ain’t walking around wit’ all this big dick energy for nothing.
I got the big dick, and the head and stroke game to complete the package.
Quit forgetting the typa nigga you fuckin’ wit’, Evie. ”
Speechless, all Evie could do was shake her head and blush at the nigga until she found her words. “Man, I swear your cocky, blunt ass needs to be studied.”
“You damn right,” Norie smiled as he nodded in agreement.
“But niggas can study me all they want, and they’ll still never be able to copy the original recipe.
I’m one of a fuckin’ kind, baby. And speaking of being one of a kind.
So are you wit’ ya fine ass. Gotdamn, you sexy as fuck, Evie.
All I think about is fucking you, making ya mean ass smile, and seeing you happy.
” He admitted as he cuffed her other ass cheek, pulled her against his dick, and dropped a hungry ass kiss on her lips.
“You know I’mma eat up a compliment from you, Norie, but you most definitely ain’t slick, nigga. You think I’m ‘bout to go in this house, bend over and touch my ankles, and buss it wide open on your dick.”
“I ain’t gotta think shit when I know for a fact that that’s exactly what you finna do.
” He kissed her again. “I wasn’t tryin’ to be slick though ‘cus I’on need to be.
Yo’ ass got me wrapped around ya finger.
And ya pussy. And you being fuckin’ head over heels in love with me only solidifies my need not to be slick.
Tell me I’m lying.” He challenged as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“While that may be true, Norie, what does any of it matter? It’s kinda pathetic when you think about it.”
“What you mean?” His face twisted up in annoyance as he met her saddened stare.
“I mean exactly what I said, Norie. You know the effect you have on me. You just said I’ve been yours from the moment we met, yet you’ve let me walk around for years with a broken heart, yearning for the bond we used to have.
Sounds pathetic on your part, and hell, mine too if I’m being honest. I’ve let you take up prime real estate in my heart for far too long. ”
Disappointment replaced the annoyance on his face as Norie pulled Evie into his arms, kissed her on the forehead, then on the lips. “I know, Evie, I know. We’ll figure it out one of these days.”
“Aht,” she gave him the stink eye. “You’re the only one who needs to figure anything out. I’m fine.”
“Fuck yeah, you are.” He licked his lips before he closed the door, pulled her into his arms, and slipped her some tongue. “Now strip and come put that juicy ass pussy on my face.”
Grinning, Evie shimmied out of her dress. “Only if you promise to bend me over the couch and make me take all that dick between ya legs first.”
A deep, throaty moan tumbled from Norie’s lips as he walked up to her, backed her up against the couch, bent her over it, and pulled his dick from his sweats. Smacking her on the ass, he spread her ass cheeks and slowly entered her from behind.
As they moaned in unison from the exquisite pleasure, the nightmare that woke Norie up after three o’clock this morning suddenly popped into his head. And as Norie locked her arms over her head and filled her creamy ass pussy, he hoped the nightmare didn’t hold a bit of truth.
Because seeing her pregnant and walking down the aisle to marry a nigga that wasn’t him was like a punch to the face and chest. Norie didn’t know why he was having that kind of nightmare at all, but there was something about waking up in a cold sweat with his heart racing that told him to take the shit as a warning and fix shit before it was too late.