9. Reed
Iwatched helplessly until Faith disappeared behind the door of her house.
It pissed me off that she had a nigga taking her trash out like a big-ass simp.
I should have been her biggest simp. I should have been her only simp.
She didn’t need anyone else thinking they needed to do things for her that were my responsibility.
I had half a mind to take her trash can back to the back of her house and bring it back to the road myself. Taking care of Faith was my job.
I backed up and pulled into the driveway before climbing out and ambling to the door. There were multiple things that made me get out of the car, but the main one was because I was just as drunk as Faith, and I hadn’t had the first drink. I was drunk off her. I needed more.
The second reason was petty as fuck, but I didn’t give a damn.
I wanted her little friend to say something to me.
I just needed him to breathe my way, and I was getting on his ass.
Even if Faith had never fucked him, he wanted her to.
The idea of some nigga playing Mr. Nice Guy and trying to get in my pussy made my trigger finger itch.
The urge to let my chopper sing rang in my head louder than the sound of me pounding on the door.
To my surprise, I only had to knock once before Faith tore the door open. Her eyes were wild as she looked over me like I was out of my mind. Maybe I was. “Are you freaking crazy beating on my door like that?”
I was done playing. Grabbing her by the collar of her shirt, I yanked her to me, slamming my lips into her hungrily.
Actually, I was starving. Need and desire drove the vehicle as our lips danced.
The taste of alcohol on her tongue gave me a head rush.
I didn’t care that we were standing on her porch or that her neighbor friend was probably getting his eyes full right now.
In the moment, all I cared about was the weakness in my knees and the deafening pounding in my chest. My dick was harder than astrophysics, but I wasn’t even thinking about it.
The only thing that mattered to me was the woman clinging to the back of my head like I was her lifeline.
She damn sure felt like mine. Fuck everything but Mrs. Faith Fuller.
She was the only thing that mattered to me anymore.
“Stop fighting me, baby,” I pleaded. “On my life, I’m never going to hurt you again. I know I don’t deserve another chance, but please.”
“Shut up and come fuck me,” she demanded.
I damn near nutted on myself when I heard those words, but I held it together long enough to pick her up and walk her deeper into the house. The door slammed behind me as she wrapped her legs around me to hold on. I fisted her hair as I kissed her again.
“Which way?” I panted, pulling out of our kiss just long enough to speak.
“Straight back.”
My hand snaked around her back, holding her to me as I stumbled haphazardly through her living room. I pushed through the door and spotted the bed in the dim room.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled against her mouth right before she kissed me again.
“Reed, I said shut up and fuck me.”
“I have to say it, baby. I know I don’t deserve this, but I’m so grateful to be here.”
“I thought I was the drunk one.” She giggled.
Leaning in, I took her lips again as I laid her on her back.
The sweltering heat between her thighs was a beacon, directing my fingers to her center.
Her back arched when I located the switch that turned her heater on high.
Gently, I massaged the soft, sensitive flesh that made her purr like the kitten she was.
“Reed,” she cooed, damn near making me cum on myself again.
Apparently, she didn’t know the effect she had on me. My dick was harder than the concrete driveway outside, but I didn’t want to rush. As long as I had been waiting for this day, I already knew that I wouldn’t last long. I needed to get her off first.
I spread her legs, pushed that short-ass dress further up her hips, and I lowered myself between her thighs. Her flowery scent intoxicated me as I kissed my way up the softest part of her thigh.
“Lord, thank you so much for giving me this opportunity. I know I don’t deserve it, but I—”
Faith burst out laughing, interrupting my conversation with the man upstairs. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I was trying to say grace.”
“Boy, if you don’t shut the hell up and eat this pussy.”
“If you don’t mind, I’m having a conversation with my father. He knows how fucked up I’ve always been about you. We have had a million conversations about this moment. I just gotta pay homage.”
“I knew your ass was drunk.”
“And Lord, thank you so much for this delicious meal and the gorgeous queen who marinated it all day in preparation for this feast,” I said before finally diving in.
“Aaah shit.” Faith hissed, clamping down on the back of my head as I gently pressed my tongue against her slippery bulb.
She rolled her hips against my lips as I slowly curled my tongue, flicking her clit until she squirmed, thrashing her hips wildly as I lapped up every drop that oozed from her. Even with her juices thoroughly saturating my beard, I was still starving for her.
I needed her still for the next part, so I pushed her thighs back, anchoring her to the bed before I latched onto her hardened bud.
I made wide circles with my tongue while shoving two fingers into her tunnel.
Feeling her walls contract around my fingers had beads of precum oozing from the tip of my dick.
“Reed, baby, I’m about to cum.”
Shit, me too.
Her hips bucked as a steady flow of her creamy white essence seeped from her pulsing walls.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I tried to remember the words to the pledge or the birthday song or anything to take my mind off the heady intoxication of Faith cumming in my mouth.
She tasted better than I remembered, only making it worse.
When her body settled against the bed, I let my eyes trail up to watch her come down.
She was always so beautiful after a release.
Her chest rose and fell as she fought to catch her breath.
She craned her neck until her glossy eyes landed on me.
“You got a condom?” she asked.
“Damn,” I mumbled, dropping my head. See, that was why my daddy always told me to never leave home without it.
“Let me get up.”
“Wait. I’ll pull out,” I said, tightening my grip on her thighs. This could not be happening. I could have easily run to the corner store and grabbed a box, but I didn’t want to leave and give Faith a chance to talk herself out of what we were about to do.
“Boy, let me get up. I have some.”
That sent an electric current to my chest, causing me to sit up until all of my weight was on my knees.
“What the fuck you doing with condoms, Faith?”
“Protecting myself from STDs and unwanted pregnancies,” she said as she threw her legs over the side of the bed and moved across the room.
“So you really been giving my pussy away?” I asked her.
“No. I haven’t had sex in almost seven years.”
“Be serious, Faith. Why would you do that? You told me you would never give my pussy away.”
“And you told me that we were going to get married and live happily ever after on some storybook bullshit.”
“We’re still going to do that,” I confirmed.
“That’s yet to be determined. This is just sex.”
“That’s what you been telling niggas all these years?” I asked.
“Don’t make me change my mind about giving you some. I’m this close to coming to my senses.”
“My bad. I just don’t like that shit. I don’t feel like I’ll be comfortable until every man that’s ever touched you is in the ground.”
“Including you?” she asked, turning to me with a smile as she retrieved a black wrapper from a drawer and held it up for me to take.
“Lay on the bed before I get pissed off all over again and go pay your neighbor a visit.”
She laughed, but I didn’t see a damn thing funny.
Still, I unbuttoned my jeans, pushing them down and letting my dick spring to life as they fell.
I bit the corner of the wrapper off and sheathed myself.
My dick was so tender I could barely touch it.
I needed to be inside Faith soon, or I was about to finish without her help.
I followed Faith, letting my knees hit the bed as I mentally prepared myself for her.
I grabbed one of her legs and kissed her ankle before hooking my arm under her knee.
I was tempted to have another taste, but I was ready for the main course.
When our eyes connected, Faith shook her head like I had asked her a question.
“This is just sex,” she repeated, as if she needed convincing just as much as she was trying to convince me.
“I know.” I smiled, leaning down to kiss her again.
It would take a lifetime for me to get tired of tasting her. She kissed me greedily, biting and sucking my tongue and lips until there was no trace of her bittersweet essence left. I hadn’t forgotten how much she loved tasting herself on me.
Spreading her legs, I opened her enough to accept everything that I had to give, but if my memory served me correctly, it wouldn’t be enough.
Our lips stayed connected as I pushed the head of my dick into her snug entrance.
Damn, I loved a tight handshake. I pulled back before my dick was instantly suctioned back in.
“Gah damn, baby,” I moaned as her walls contracted against me, threatening to make me tap out in less than a minute.
“Mmmmhm.”
I watched her face as her eyes drifted closed.
I preferred for her to watch me, but I was 165 percent sure that if she looked at me right now, that would be all she wrote.
Slowly, I pulled back and thrusted into her, fighting to make room within her treasure.
With each stroke, the grip of her walls pulled me deeper and deeper into her depths and pushed me further and further away from my sanity.
I could not believe her pussy had gotten even better.
I pushed up on my forearms because I needed to see exactly what the fuck was going on down there.
That was a huge mistake. The smooth creamy concoction coating the base of my dick made me delirious and irrational.
I wondered exactly how many people I needed to kill.
There was no way there wasn’t niggas lurking and thinking of ways to get back in the place I now called paradise.
I didn’t give fuck what Faith said. She was mine, and this was my pussy.
I had never liked sharing my shit, and there would be no exception.
In that moment, it occurred to me that I had on a condom.
How the fuck was her pussy so good with a condom blocking me from feeling the real slick heat of her walls? I was definitely in trouble.
It didn’t matter. I would do everything in my fucking power to keep my baby happy from this day forward.
I had a lot of making up to do, but I was up to the challenge.
Balancing on one hand, I moved the other to her neck.
My fingers curled around her throat as I picked up the pace, thrusting into her harder.
“Oh yes,” she hissed, letting her eyes drift open.
Those gorgeous brown orbs solidified my vow.
Just being near her was enough, but once my dick and I were coated in her potion, I was a goner for good.
Faith was intoxicating. I would never get enough.
I wouldn’t be satisfied until I overdosed on her.
I was ready to do anything and everything for her.
There was nothing too good or too much for my baby.
“I love you, Faith. I fucking love you. I’m not going any fucking where,” I promised, tightening my grip on her throat as her body stiffened under me. Her legs clamped down around my arms as she thrust her pussy to meet each of my strokes.
Thankfully, she was close because I could feel my senses leaving my body, one by one.
First, I could no longer hear her sharp cries of pleasure.
Now my vision was getting blurry. Her pussy contracted around my dick, snatching the nut out of me before I knew what was happening to me.
I released my hold on her neck, moving one of my hands to her hips and using the other to apply pressure to her pelvis as I pounded into her, hoping that she followed me off the edge because I had already jumped.
“Fuuuuck, I’m cumming again!” Her voice pierced through the fog.
Her limbs went limp as she started to float down from her orgasm. Once I was sure that she was completely satisfied, I pulled out and collapsed next to her on the bed. My eyes floated closed as I listened to her breathe.
I lay there helplessly as Faith removed the condom and cleaned me up.
Relief washed over me when I sensed her get back in bed.
I found the strength to roll over and pull her closer to me.
I felt like I was finally home as she settled against me and let me wrap my arms around her.
With Faith finally back in my arms again, that was all she wrote.