Chapter 28
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
RICH
“I said don’t,” Slim grits out, staring at my hands hanging in the space between our bodies.
I ain’t allowed to touch her.
She won’t even let me put my hands on her hips to keep her still on my lap. When she swallows, I hear the loud gulp from the back of her throat over the music playing and the loud voices floating through the park.
I curl my fingers into my palms and ease my arms behind my headrest while she glares at me. My hard dick stands at attention between us for the third time in our lives, but this time her soft eyes tell me she’s not letting me take it away from her again.
She sniffles, glancing at it, then at me. “Did you ever make love to them?”
I can see in her eyes she ain’t just talking about Beatrice and Rasheeda. She’s talking about every woman I ever touched before her—even the ones that had fallen into that dark part of my brain.
“N…nah,” I stutter. “You ever made love to AJ?”
“I used to believe we were making love, but now that I think about it, I don’t think we ever were.”
“What you know about making love anyway? I don’t think you lived long enough to be talking about making love.”
She sniffles. “I just know that sometimes…sometimes I want you inside of me so bad because I want to feel like I’m a part of you, and if that’s not what making love is then I guess I really don’t know anything about it.”
She runs her hands down my chest, gripping my shirt. “Is that why I scare you? You know how bad I want you?”
I feel like we’re back in my kitchen where she’s blurting out all that shit about Rasheeda and Beatrice because she’s so obsessed with trying to figure out what’s going on in my brain.
I try to lean forward again.
I just need to bury my face between her legs to get some type of order back between us.
“Rich,” she sings sweetly as her fingers crawl under my shirt. “If you sit up again, I promise it’ll be your last time. You can’t distract me with your tongue anymore.”
A rough “oof” flies from my mouth as she pushes me back against the driver’s seat.
“You said to open my mouth and tell you what I want and you’d give it to me with no problem.” She yanks my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the passenger seat.
Afterward, she hooks her fingers through the sides of her thong, sliding it down her hips and legs. Then she curls her fingers into the sides of my shorts and boxer briefs and yanks them down until they fall around my ankles.
I suck in a breath as my dick springs out. We look at it, and another low click floats from the back of her throat.
“I want you inside me,” she whispers.
“Baby…”
“Yeah…I know we’re being stupid, and I don’t want to hear any lectures right now.” She pulls herself up and looks me right in my eyes while squatting over my dick.
I think her pussy is the first flower that’s ever bloomed right in front of my eyes. I unlock my fingers to brush one against it, but her nails dig into my stomach as soon as they get close to her wet, swollen lips.
“Are you trying to touch me?” she asks.
“Nah, mama.” I gulp. “I’m just…letting you do you.”
“Uh-huh. I think that’s what’s best for us right now.”
She looks at my dick, angles herself right over it and eases down on it. I’ve never heard a woman sigh in relief while sliding my dick inside her, but that’s exactly what she does. Her shoulders even droop.
Afterward, she whines, thrusting her head back. “Oh, God…”
Yeah…oh, God.
I fling my head against the headrest, biting my bottom lip.
I was fifteen the last time I was stupid enough to go raw inside of a woman and fifteen years later here I am again drowning in the warm cocoon of another pussy without even so much as a life vest. But this ain’t just any pussy.
This is Slim’s. She isn’t some random woman from Jazzy’s who’d snuck me drinks all night then fucked me in her backseat.
This is my baby. My baby that wants to make love.
My baby that thinks I deserve shit like empathy, softness, and a life outside of hell.
This is mine.
This is the woman I own.
“You feel so good inside of me,” she whispers to herself. “Like…like I almost hate you for trying to keep me from this, and you know I can’t hate you. Fuck.”
The crazy part is that I ain’t even all the way inside her, and she’s so warm that I have to fight my eyes from rolling to the back of my head. It’s too late for her, though.
Her head lolls to the side, and the whites of her eyes show while her legs tremble. “Ri—Pup.”
“Yeah?”
“Da—I…” she grunts, closing her eyes.
A wild tear rolls down her cheek and onto her chest. It lands right in the center of her brown nipple and sinks into it.
I dig my fingernails into the headrest.
“What’s wrong?” I reply in a trembling voice. “I’m in you. Ain’t that what you wanted?”
“Uh-huh. But I…I can’t.”
“Open your eyes when you talk to me.”
She painstakingly peels them open one at a time.
“You can’t what?” I ask.
“I can’t take anymore. It won’t fit.”
My mouth grows slack while she stalls on top of me with half of my dick inside her.
I unlock my fingers from behind the headrest and sit forward, cuffing my arms under her thighs. “You see what happens when you’re hardheaded?”
A light mewl falls out of her mouth and makes me press my mouth onto her cheek. I suck up another hot tear, savoring its saltiness. She clambers against my body, thrusting her arms around my neck and falling into me.
“Why you do that? Huh? You can’t just jump on my dick like that when I never been inside you.” I leave a trail of wet kisses along her face until I get to her ear.
“‘Cause… ‘cause I told you I wanna feel like I’m a part of you. You don’t understand. I…I need this…today…like right now. I need you so bad.”
I press my lips onto her sweaty forehead. “I do understand. I get it. But why you wanna do this here? Huh? In the park?”
“Shut up and just let me… just let me…” She winces while her legs tremble.
“Baby, let me take you home and do this the right way.”
“No.”
“Lovie—”
“I want you now,” she grits out, grimacing.
I gulp in her scent and sit back.
She braces her arms against the door and the middle console. Another round of tremors rocks her legs while beads of wetness leak down the sides of my dick and roll onto my leather seat.
“Ri…Rich,” she stutters, shaking.
“Yeah?”
“I can’t stay like this.”
“I know.”
“Do something.” She gasps. “Help me take the rest.”
“Oh, now you want me to do something?” I snort, shaking my head. “You know you have to apologize for being disrespectful before I do anything like that, right? Look at where you got us doing this at.”
I raise my arms, eyeing the inside of my truck.
“You said and did a lot out there and in here, and I let you do it. I let you run wild for a minute because you make me soft, but you not gon’ disrespect me or the people that’s good to us whether you like D or not.
Shit, that boy know you mine. You made it real clear for him. ”
“But I—”
“That don’t sound like the beginning of an apology.”
“I’m…I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I didn’t mean to curse at you or be rude to D. I was just so fr…frustrated.”
I swear my stuttering heart melts into a puddle after hearing the sweetness wrapped around her words because I just don’t understand how any man could fight with her, then look her in her soft eyes and hear her even softer voice and think to raise his hand at her.
“I know, baby. I know you didn’t mean it. I understand,” I coo back in that easy tone that comes out when she turns me into a pile of useless flesh. “I told you it’s always us stupid men. We’re always the problem. I took you there, you know? It was me. I’m sorry too.”
She belts out a low moan afterward.
How can we even have a real life together if I can’t even correct her without feeling like shit afterward? Fuck, there I go again—entertaining them silly ass questions.
“Shit,” I hiss under my breath, staring at her trembling legs and wet body on top of mine.
Another bead of wetness trickles from inside her, and we look down at it at the same time. I reach out, brushing my knuckles against her swollen clit that pokes out.
“I—” a loud moan jolts out of her and she sinks a little lower, taking another inch of my dick.
“Wait…” I mutter.
She shakes her head and squats down until the last few inches glide inside her while she takes slow, deep breaths.
Now I feel all the parts of her pussy that AJ never touched, and I think she feels all the parts of my dick no other woman could ever take without months of training and running from it.
“Why you do that without me?” I croak out with a huff.
“Because…”
“Because what?”
Her stomach jumps as a harsh hiccup flies up her throat. “Do you see me?”
“Uh-huh.” I breathe out while she lifts up. “I always see you.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
“That’s why.” She sighs.
She’s crying again. This time there’s too many tears for me to catch with my mouth so I swipe away as many as I can as she eases herself back down onto my dick. She rides me slow and steady with trembling legs—up and down and down and up. It’s the slowest ride a woman has ever taken on my dick.
“I see you,” I gasp, pushing back that wild baby hair that never acts right. “Fuck, I see you, baby.”
A sheen of sweat coats her face, and her dimples sink into her cheeks as she bites her bottom lip and stares at my dick disappearing inside her. She doesn’t look like the scared girl I found in my kitchen. She looks different—like she finally found her way home after being lost for a while.
She glances up at me and slides her hand down her flat stomach. “I don’t think I’d be able to feel D here. What do you think?”
“Fuck no. You’ll never feel another man there. Never.”