Chapter 18 Honor Gravehart #2
"Navy—" I leaned toward her, but she hopped off the bed.
"Don't," she mumbled, eyes blazing, void of the peace that lived there moments before.
"It's funny," she chuckled, but it sounded more like sorrow than humor, "you talk all this shit about needing me and how you wouldn't be able to live without me just to let a bitch kiss you. The same bitch you saved."
"That's not—"
"Don't do that," she cut me off. "Don't tell me it's not like that, because it fucking is. You really gassed me. Had me believing you actually loved me."
"I do!"
"No, the fuck you don't! If you did, you wouldn't have let that bitch kiss you! You would've let her fucking die! You don't fucking love—"
I grabbed her jaw, fingers digging in as I forced her mouth closed. Her words died, giving her no choice but to listen.
"Tell me I don't love you," I gritted. "Say that dumb shit again, Navy. I fucking dare you."
Tears glossed her eyes as her nails clawed into my wrists.
"I fucking breathe for you. The fuck you mean I don't love you?" I scoffed, letting her go.
Navy's chest heaved, and she exhaled harshly.
"You breathe me but let another bitch suck me from your lungs." Something between a laugh and a sob escaped her. "Maybe I should go find a nigga to kiss me. I'm not in the right headspace, so it should be cool, right?"
"Navy," her name scraped out of my throat, "Choyce kissed me, and I slid my gun under her chin. What you think I'ma do to the nigga you let kiss you? Let me know, and we can test my sanity or lack thereof."
"You better not be lying," she said, softening her tone.
"Want me to call so you can ask?"
For a second, she only stared. Her gaze moved over my face like she was trying to read something that wasn't there.
"I believe you," she mumbled.
"You what?"
"Nigga, you heard me." She gave a quiet, rueful laugh.
"I did, but I need you to say it with the same vibrato you were talking all that shit in," I said, bringing my face close to hers.
"Boy, move." Mushing me out of her way, Navy smirked. "Just know I meant what I said. If you're letting hoes fuck around, I'ma find a man who wants to find out."
"That's your word?"
"Yup. I'm on whatever you're on." She shrugged, then climbed onto the bed.
"Cool, make sure that nigga makes peace with the Lord."
"The fact that you and your brothers think y'all can just kill anyone as a means to settle your insecurities is crazy."
"Why are you acting like my picture isn't the one used as an example for crashing out?"
"Maybe I need to crash out and teach Choyce a lesson."
"Nah."
"Why not? You'd do it if a nigga kept trying you, so why can't I do the same? I think you need a taste of your own medicine." She shrugged.
"I don't like the taste of medicine. It's bitter. Plus, I'm not attracted to crash outs. I like my woman to let me handle shit."
"Medicine is good for you, tho." She smirked.
"The only good I need is you."
Climbing into bed, I parted Navy's thighs and wrapped her legs around my waist. "That's why I'm willing to do the most to any nigga that wants to try his luck with you."
I pecked her lips, then drifted along her jaw, covering it in lingering kisses until I reached her neck. My tongue traced teasingly over her skin, pulling soft gasps from her lips.
"A nigga isn't the one in question," she hummed. "I want to know what you're going to do to her."
"Navy," I rasped. "What do you want?"
"You," she answered, arching her back and pressing closer. I smirked, letting the moment linger.
"Honor," she whined.
"Killing a nigga who thinks he can have a taste of what's mine would be too easy."
"That's not what I asked—"
Her words hiccupped when she felt my fingers tug at the neckline of the t-shirt.
The expensive fabric stretched before it ripped, showing off her swollen nipples.
Dipping my head, I let my lips hover. Navy didn't get it.
To be wanted was simply beneath her. A regular ass nigga might've wanted Navy, but his want couldn't stand next to my need for her.
"I wouldn't kill him… not right away," I murmured, biting into the fullness of her titties.
"Ouch!" she whimpered. Her fragile cry melted into a low growl as I dragged my teeth along her skin, savoring her taste.
"Wrap your arms around me," I demanded.
She obeyed, folding her arms around my neck just as I flipped us over. Navy settled, slow grinding. Love and conflict lit her stare, but in mine there was no confusion. Only possessiveness and need.
"Honor," she said, firmer now. "I asked you a question."
I answered by cupping her titties. Her nipples rested beneath my thumbs. I pressed, rubbing and squeezing until my name coated her tongue.
"Stop asking questions you already know the answers to."
Her chest rose and fell unevenly, eyes flickering with the choice to fight me or let go.
"And if I don't stop?" she asked, lifting up and sliding my briefs to my ankles. Her tongue swept across her lips as her fingers wrapped around my girth. Lips to the head, she licked the tip teasingly. Every inch my dick possessed; Navy swallowed greedily.
"Fuck!" I rasped, feeling her throat pulse.
Spit spilled from her lips as she slowly lifted her head. Rushing back down, she slurped every drop then repeated that shit.
"Mhmm, you taste so…" Gagging, her eyes watered as she watched pleasure paint over my face. "…so good."
"Sit on it," I told her, not wanting to bust anywhere that wasn't her pussy.
Biting her lip, Navy crouched over me, then lowered herself onto me.
"Navy," I hissed, grabbing her hips to hold her in place. Her pussy pulsed around me, instantly slathering my dick.
"Let me go, Honor," she whined.
"Ride this dick."
I let her hips go, and Navy bucked her pussy up and down. I leaned up, wanting a closer view of how good her pussy was eating this dick.
"Navy," I called, my voice low.
"Yess?"
"Is your pussy a good girl?"
"Huh?" she asked, slowing down.
"Nah, don't slow down. Fuck me like you own me, my baby."
A smile spread across her face, and her hands fell on my shoulders. Bucking her hips forward, Navy fucked me slowly. She took her time. Like waves crashing on shore, her juices dripped down my balls. She was beautiful.
Titties bouncing. Nipples swollen. Pussy juicing.
Navy fucked me as if she owned me, and I didn’t want to belong to anyone else.
"Is your pussy a good girl?"
"Yesss," she hummed.
Working my hips, I ground into her, pushing up as she rocked forward.
"Good 'cause I need her to listen like the good girl I know she is."
"Okay."
"Nah, let that pussy answer."
And like the good girl Navy's pussy wa
s, she let out a gloopy, slurping sound.
"Any nigga who thinks about taking you… tasting you… loving what belongs to me…"
I paused and slurped her nipple between my lips.
"Mhmmm," Navy trembled, the slick warmth pooling out of her pussy begging me to finish my promise.
"…Won't get the luxury of seeing me coming. I'ma torture that nigga and take what he loves from him one by one. And when I'm done… he gon' know who the fuck you belong to. Do you hear me?"
Her pussy came alive, answering me like between her thighs had a consciousness of its own… gripping, trembling, and dripping, demanding my nut spray her garden.
"Do you hear me, Navy?" I grunted, slamming her down on me hard.
"Yesss," she hummed, locking eyes with me.
A shiver tore through her like electricity, and a low, helpless moan slipped from her lips.
Her body pressed into mine, then she let go.
Her body shook hard, walls clenching as every part of her answered to me.
Navy didn't want to be a choice. She wanted me to protect her, to possess her in the same breath I used to make her feel desired. Navy wasn't a want and never would be.