Chapter 6 #2
When I turned around, Graham grabbed me by the neck and pulled me to him, kissing the fuck out of me.
My knees literally gave out on me, nearly dropping me to the floor.
He quickly wrapped an arm around my waist. I expected to see a smirk on his lips, but there wasn’t one.
He was serious as fuck. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around him as he brought me to the bed.
He set me on it, then took off his shirt and his pants.
As he did, I noticed the black and gold loafers he wore.
This nigga was sexy as fuck. A man with style, dark ass skin, and sex appeal was just my type.
He took the condom from his pocket and made his way to me.
I crawled to him and pulled his dick in my mouth, not wasting time.
I stared up at him as I deep throated him.
His lips parted, and his breathing got heavy.
He dropped his head back slightly and bit his bottom lip.
“Fuck, SOLA. That’s that good shit.”
I released his dick and asked, “Why you keep calling me SOLA?”
I immediately went back to it as he opened his eyes to stare at me. He slid his hand through my hair and just stared at me for a good minute. Finally, he said, “You said no attachments, right? That means personal attachments either. Since it’s not personal, you’re SOLA.”
My heart sank as I released his dick. I turned my head, because I couldn’t handle his gaze. Him calling me SOLA felt like a business arrangement. Only my fans and business execs called me SOLA. Everyone else called me Arlie. I left the bed and grabbed my robe from it.
“Graham, I think I made a bad decision asking you to come here.”
He brought the condom to his mouth and tore the packet open, still strapping up despite what I said. Once he did, he made his way to me. Standing right in front of me, he said, “Look me in the eyes and say that shit again.”
He knew he made me weak as fuck. I couldn’t do it. Staring into his eyes, my voice box went on hiatus. He pushed my robe off my shoulders and picked me up, lowering me on his dick. He lifted me slowly, creating a groove all his own. My pussy was leaking all over him.
“Tell me what you want from me.”
When I remained quiet, he continued. “This my fucking pussy, Arlie. I don’t give a fuck what you think you want or don’t want.
This my shit. You see how your body responds to me?
This my shit whenever I want it . . . whenever I fall through.
I can be the side nigga, the sneaky link, or whatever the fuck you wanna call me.
Just know, ain’t nobody gon’ turn this shit out like me. Now cum on this dick.”
“Graaaaham. Oh fuck!”
The way he was slowly stroking me, I would agree to whatever the fuck he said.
I knew he knew that. He increased his pace as I lowered my head to his shoulder and bit him.
My back hit the wall, and he lowered his face to my neck, gently biting and sucking me there.
I came immediately. When he felt my wetness, his stroke got deeper, more forceful, and quicker.
This nigga knew how to fuck. He was a professional.
“Oooooh fuuuuck!” I yelled.
This muthafucka had me screaming, and I never screamed during sex. I was typically vocal, but shit, not like this.
“So you know . . . if I call you Arlie, that means I have unlimited access, whether you get a man or not. You said you didn’t want attachments. By your behavior, I’m gonna take it that you meant relationships only. You wanna get fucked whenever you wanna get fucked without commitment.”
He said all that shit like he wasn’t fucking my pussy expertly.
“Yeah . . . oh fuck. Graham, shit!”
“Look at me, Arlie.”
I opened my eyes, and when my gaze met his, I squirted. My body seized, coming completely undone while he fucked me harder.
“See what I’m talking about? Give me all that shit. Let go, big mama,” he said as he created a slight distance and slapped my pussy. “Come on, baby. I know you holding back. Give me some more.”
He gently tapped it again, right against my clit, and sure enough, I squirted all over his dick and legs.
My body went completely limp. He took me to the bed and laid me on it, then slid his body atop mine.
His chains were hanging in my face as his dick sniffed out my entry.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he shoved his dick straight to my G-spot.
There was no way I would get enough of this nigga. No way in hell.
I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his torso, resting my hands on his back as he dug me out mercilessly.
Opening my eyes, my gaze met his. I couldn’t look away, and it seemed he couldn’t either.
Lowering his mouth to mine, he slid his tongue all over my lips, then down my chin and neck.
His pace slowed, and he slid his arm under me, circling my waist and lifting my hips to him. Jesus.
“Arliiie, fuck! Your pussy got a hold on me, girl.”
I closed my eyes once again and allowed myself to feel.
Graham wanted to be passionate with me, but my stipulations had his guard up.
He lifted his head and kissed my lips, then just stared at me as he tore down my defenses.
My eyes welled up and before I could subdue them, tears fell down my cheeks.
He gently swiped them with his thumb, then quickened his pace, disconnecting from the moment. Sliding both his arms above my head, he gripped the mattress and fucked me like it would be the last time. My legs and arms were wrapped around him as I did my best to hang on during this ride.
“Graham, shit! Fuck me, baby! Fuck meeee!”
His grunts as he stretched my pussy out were so sexy. I didn’t even give a fuck that his GT pendant was hitting me in the fucking head. Tears were still falling from my eyes, and sweat had accumulated like a mist all over my body.
“Arlie, I’m about to cum. Cum with me. Let me feel that pussy squeeze the nut right out of me.”
I was already on the edge, so his words pushed me right off the cliff. My legs and arms collapsed to the bed as I came . . . hard.
“Fuuuuck!” Graham yelled.
When he slowly pulled out of me, I felt like I was drifting in and out of consciousness.
He stood and went to my bathroom and started the shower.
There was no way I could get in the shower with these Jell-O legs.
He came back to the room and stared at me as I did the same to him.
I thought he would say something, but he didn’t.
Instead, he turned around and went back to the bathroom.
I could no longer keep my eyes open. My body was spent. The part that was bothering me the most was that my mind was spent as well, trying to figure out what this was between us. The crazy part was that I felt like his mind was doing the same.