12. Mercy
MERCY
I scanned my thumb to the reader and then opened the door to my ensuite.
“Pyrite owes us some fucking upgrades,” Givens said with a laugh as he stepped into my private room. I closed the door and shook my head. My thoughts were not on Pyrite or what he did or didn’t owe the men’s team; if they didn’t have our luxuries, that was their problem.
I led Givens to the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. From the moment he stepped his bow-legged ass into the conference room earlier, my only thought was I wanted him. My pussy throbbed the entire time I did my interview, and the way that he watched me had me thinking that he knew that.
“What’s up with you trying to take control?” he laughed as he stepped back. “I’m a grown-ass man and you trying to handle me like I’m a little nigga.”
“Sex, Givens,” I said as I pulled my jersey over my head. “I want sex, I don’t have time to deal with the pride shit. Either you’re going to fuck me, or I’m going to fuck you.” I threw my jersey in the corner of the room and started taking off my shorts. “Is that a problem?”
“You are used to dealing with weak niggas who let you run them,” Givens stepped into my space and wrapped his hand around my throat. “That shit is about to change.”
“You promise?” I taunted, then smiled. This is what I needed; I needed him to boss up.
Givens wasn’t weak; he was far from it but was too laid back for me sometimes.
His chill demeanor would only get him so far with me.
He would either boss up, or I would boss up, and I could never respect a man who let me lead.
Instead of answering me, he smirked and then smashed his mouth into mine.
I tried to wrap my arms around him but he pulled back and squeezed my throat.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me unless I tell you to,” he roughly said, then pulled me back into another kiss.
This one was more raw and more passionate, and I whimpered.
Givens pulled back and turned me around when I felt my knees buckle.
He pulled my shorts and compression leggings down so forcefully that I stumbled, but he grabbed my waist to keep me from falling.
“You do a lot of shit talking, DeCorte. Initially, I couldn’t figure out why, and then it hit me.
” He bent me forward; my hands were flat against my bed, and my head dropped forward.
I was trying hard not to smile or show that I was enjoying this for fear that he’d stop.
“You wanted me to crash out in this pussy, right?”
From this angle, I could see his shorts drop to the ground, and my pussy started to throb from just the thought of what he was going to do to me.
His hand landed on my right cheek, and I hissed at the impact.
“If you wanted my hood ass to just be me, you should’ve said that.
” I felt the head of his dick rub against my clit, and my knees started to shake.
I’d gotten my clit pierced on a dare from Legacy years ago because I complained that sex with my ex was never pleasurable.
The first time Givens and I had sex, I thought the pleasure I experienced was a fluke because I’d gone so long without it, but now I was seeing that it wasn’t.
“Normally, I’d worship my girl, but not this time; later, I’ll massage her as an apology.” Givens’ words didn’t register in my brain until he pushed inside of me. “Let me in, baby,” he said softly.
“I’m trying,” I moaned and shook my head. I was dripping wet but wasn’t ready for his length or girth. My body needed a second to adjust to his size.
“Shut the fuck up, DeCorte; I ain’t talking to you,” he said, then smacked my ass.
Givens pulled back slightly before pushing into me more.
“I’m talking to my favorite girl. There you go, Queen, let me in.
” My knees started to buckle from the pleasure I was experiencing, but just like last time, Givens held me steady.
“Come on, baby.” He pulled back again and pushed into me.
“There you go, let me come home, Queen.”
“Fuck,” I whispered as he found his rhythm.
Givens showed no mercy as he fucked me from behind.
He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and smiled at me.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I could hear him start to laugh.
My pussy was throbbing so hard I was scared I was going to snap his dick in half, but all Givens did was keep fucking me.
He didn’t care about the whimpers or the moans that I released; all he cared about was making me realize he wasn’t a weak nigga.
“Oh, you tryin’ to cum?” he let my hair go and grabbed me by the hips. “I know I didn’t say you can cum yet.”
“Count down, Givens,” I moaned. “Fuck! Count down.”
“Nah,” he grunted. “I run this shit, not you. I already told you to stop fuckin’ talking to me, DeCorte. The only voice I want to hear is my Queen’s.”
“I can’t!” I whined, not giving a fuck about how I sounded. “Givens, please.”
“Nope,” he chuckled and sped up his movements.
The head of his dick was stabbing into my G-Spot, giving me so much pleasure I felt like I was going to black out.
He pulled me back from the bed, and I caught myself by putting my hands on the ground.
“Yep, just like I wanted your ass.” I was doing a handstand, holding myself up while Givens fucked me.
My hair swept against the ground, and I didn’t give a fuck.
The only thing that mattered was getting my fucking nut.
“Count down, Givens!” I demanded, then hit his foot that was near my face. “Count the fuck down!”
“Shut up, DeCorte!” he countered, then slowed his strokes.
Givens pulled out of me only to push into me slowly, and I started to queef. “Oh shit, you hear her talking to me?” he said, then repeated his actions for me to do it again. “What you sayin’, baby? You sorry for doubting me?”
“Givens!” I whined as my head started to spin. I couldn’t tell if it was from being upside down or from the way he was fucking me.
“DeCorte, shut the fuck up!” he growled, then slammed into me, making me moan louder.
“Queen, tell me what you need from me, baby.” He pushed into me over and over, repeatedly making me queef.
“Oh, that’s what you need, baby?” Givens chuckled but didn’t let up.
“I got you. Don’t worry, from here on out, I’m going to take care of you.
” He sped up his movements, and I felt my orgasm start to peak. “You ready, DeCorte?”
“Yes,” I moaned, happy he realized I couldn’t take too much more. “Count down!”
“Alright,” Givens said. He held onto my waist with one hand, then reached around me to push against my clit. “One.”
As if my body knew exactly what he meant, I got hot, my legs started to shake, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I orgasmed.
“Fuck!” I yelled. It took me a few minutes to catch my breath.
“You ready to move?” Givens asked, and I nodded. “Alright, I’m gonna lift you; grab the bed so you can steady yourself out.” He waited a few seconds, then did what he said. He slowly withdrew his dick from my body, and I crawled into the bed to catch my breath. “Somebody probably heard you.”
“I don’t care,” I replied, throwing my arm over my face. “I needed that.”
“Oh yeah?” he chuckled.
I lifted my arm from my face to find Givens still standing at the foot of the bed, dick still hard and a grin on his face.
“Did you cum?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“Yeah,” he answered, then started stroking his dick.
“I’m not a one-and-done nigga, remember?
” he stepped closer to the bed and pushed my legs apart.
“Plus, I owe my girl an apology for doing what I just did.” He climbed between my legs and gently kissed my pussy.
“I wrote her a love letter, but she ain’t ready to hear it yet. ”
“What?” I laughed.
“She ain’t ready,” he repeated as he placed kisses along my torso. “But that’s cool cuz I’ll know when she is.”
“Oh really?” I questioned him, and he nodded. “How will you know?”
“Cuz she’ll tell me,” he answered. Before I could say anything else, Givens pushed his dick inside of me, and I gasped. “Just like you will.”
“Fuck!” I moaned.
“I said dress to make females jealous, and niggas want you, not make me have to kill niggas over you,” Givens said, walking into my room.
I looked down at my outfit and then back at him, confused.
I wasn’t wearing anything over the top, just a simple fitted, yellow body-con dress that stopped at my knees, which I paired with black stilettos and a small black handbag.
“Looking at me like that doesn’t change the fact that you look good as fuck. ”
“I could always change,” I suggested, even though I had no intention of doing so. Givens shook his head, kissed his teeth, and then sat at the foot of my bed.
“For what?” he laughed, then checked his watch. “I don’t have a problem bodying niggas over you.”
“Okay,” I said, returning to putting the finishing touches on my hair. During the off-season, I wore my hair down and out of my regular braids style. It always took me a few weeks to get accustomed to it again, but I never regretted the transition. “Where are we going?”
“Out,” he answered. “Why?”
“I want to sleep tonight, and I feel that being out with you will change that.”
“Probably,” he said, then stood. I set my brush on the vanity and then turned to face Givens. He greedily took me in before stepping into my space and wrapping his hand around my throat. “You got a problem with that?”
“Maybe,” I replied, and he smirked. “But I also have a feeling that you wouldn’t care if I did.”
Instead of denying what I said, Givens pulled me close to him and kissed me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me.
This man and how he kissed me made up for any other time someone had failed to make me melt in the past. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine and licked his lips.