Chapter Eighteen
“Oh shit,” Amber moaned as Dexter thrust into her from behind.
He gripped her waist tightly to keep her from running, but Dexter didn’t know what the fuck she was running from because he couldn’t feel shit.
Dexter knew his eight-inch dick was a beast, but the first time he slid inside Amber, he started questioning himself.
Amber’s pussy was loose, and not just regular, been fucking hella niggas loose.
Her shit was blew the fuck out and her head was garbage.
Amber spent more time spitting on his dick versus sucking the muthafucka and that shit annoyed him.
When he tried to stuff it down her throat, Amber started choking like she was about to cough up a lung.
“You gone cum on this dick?” Dexter uttered, wishing she’d hurry up. Her pussy wasn’t good enough to make him nut, so he was just waiting for her to get her rocks off so he could move the fuck around.
“Yes, I’m going to cum,” Amber cried out, throwing it back a little harder.
At first, she didn’t know why Tyler was always fighting over him, but the moment he bent her over the back seat of his car, it all made sense.
Dexter’s word play was slick, his hands were fast, and his dick was lethal.
Amber swore to God after the studio situation that she’d never fuck with him again, but when he called her to apologize, she forgave him.
That same week Dexter asked her out to breakfast, and somewhere between French Toast and orange juice, she found herself getting dicked down in the back of his car.
Amber swore Dexter had dope in his dick because after their first time together, she willingly started cashing him out.
“This my pussy?” Dexter asked, wildly smacking her ass.
“Yesss,” Amber moaned.
“And my pussy does whatever I say, right?” He picked up the pace.
“Yessss,” she cried out. “I’ll do whatever you say.” She came on his dick. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
With a grin on his face, Dexter pulled out of Amber and softly hacked up a wad of spit and let it fall on her perfectly sculpted cheeks as if it was his nut. For good measure, Dexter panted as if she knocked the wind out of him.
“That shit hit every time,” he lied, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.
“Don’t I know it.” Amber rolled over on her back.
Reaching for her phone, she took a selfie of her after fuck glow and loaded it to her close friends, followed by a picture of Dexter’s back. Amber knew the message she was sending, but Dexter was hers, and there was no need to hide it.
“Why you always doing shit like this?” Dexter asked, holding up his phone. The picture hadn’t even been on her story for a good two minutes before Bobbi was screenshotting it and sending it to him, followed by a bunch of you ain’t shit texts.
“Because I’m grown,” Amber bucked, replying to a few comments.
“You know I just got out of a situation, and I thought we were going to keep our situation under wraps until shit cooled down.”
“I don’t see a reason for us to keep anything under wraps. Your ex is moving how she wants, why can’t we?” Amber asked with an attitude.
“Fuck you talking about?” His ears perked up.
Dexter hadn’t heard from Tyler since he popped up at Shane’s house. She was a complete ghost online, and whenever he called her phone it went straight to voicemail. Dexter even went as far as stalking Logic’s social media pages, but again, there was no Tyler.
“A friend of mine was at a lil shindig in Southwest last week, and from what I heard, ya ex was there all booed up with Lo.”
“What?” His mouth went dry. “Let me see.” Dexter reached for her phone, but Amber quickly pulled it to her chest.
“Not you acting thirsty and I’m sitting here with your nut running down the crack of my ass.” She arched her eyebrow, surprised by his switch-up.
As far as she knew, Dexter was over Tyler and talked shit about her whenever her name came up.
Dexter told Amber that Tyler and her family used him, sucking up all of his resources while playing in his face.
He insisted that it was Tyler who started all the public fights because she was always high.
He swore she was the worst thing that had ever happened to him, and Amber believed it.
She believed him when he told her Bobbi was lying about being pregnant by him.
He told her that Bobbi was jealous of Tyler and wanted to fuck up their relationship, and because they were family, Tyler believed her.
Taking a deep breath, Dexter gathered his composure before he flew off the handle.
He wasn’t in a position to lose Amber. She was the closest thing to an income he had.
Dexter spent her money, drove her car, and was pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Darryl may have signed her, but it was Dexter who told her what to sign and when to ask for more money.
In Amber’s mind, he was looking out for her, but in reality, Dexter was securing his future.
“It’s not like that,” he denied, wiping the corners of his mouth. “That shit caught me by surprise because her hoe ass said she wasn’t fucking with that nigga.”
“Well, she is and you’re fucking with me.” Amber crawled to the edge of the bed with her ass tooted in the air.
Amber was fine as fuck. She had the ass, the breasts, the face, the style, but none of that made up for the big wide sea between her thighs.
Dexter wasn’t used to loose pussy. Tyler’s pussy hugged him like a glove.
Hell, even Bobbi’s pussy had a nice grip, but Amber’s shit made him feel like he was fucking air.
Dexter almost wanted to fist her to see if she’d notice the difference.
“Damn right I am.” He bent down and kissed her full lips.
“I’m about to go get in the shower. How about we go grab a bite to eat and chill before I head to the studio?”
“I didn’t know you had a session. I can move some stuff around.”
“Uh.” Amber nervously bit her lip. “Darryl has a couple of songs he wants me to try out.”
“Really?” Dexter stroked his jaw, trying to conceal how pissed he really was. He didn’t like the thought of her moving without him.
“Yep, and normally I'd want you to be there, but he told me to leave you at home. Did yall have a fight or something?”
“Nah,” he lied. Dexter hadn’t told anyone that the label dropped him, and he didn’t want Amber finding out about it. At the moment she thought he had all the connections, and he wanted to keep it that way. “And how he know about me?”
“Because I may have mentioned it to him when he tried to push up on me.”
“He what?”
“He tried to have sex with me, but I’m not that kinda girl. I don’t want to sleep my way to the top. I’m talented and I want the world to see that. Not me standing beside the CEO of a record label with an I sucked his dick sign over the top of my head.”
“I feel you, and if he tries that shit again, let me know.”
“You gone take care of me?” Amber stood to her feet and strutted over to him in all her naked glory.
“Yea.” He pecked her lips. “You know I got you.”
“I know you do.” She pulled away from him. “I’m about to go take a shower.”
“Aight, I’ll be in there to join you.”
Dexter could hardly wait for the bathroom door to close before he dove across the bed to grab Amber’s phone.
He quickly opened it and went straight to her text messages.
Dexter didn’t have time to search through each of her group chats, so he typed Tyler’s name into the search bar.
Like magic, a conversation between Amber and Scottie caught his eye.
Scottie was going on and on about Logic being hugged up with some bitch, and Amber told her to send a picture.
Scrolling a little further, Dexter damn near screamed at the picture of Logic and Tyler hugged up in a corner.
His head throbbed, but he kept scrolling.
The pictures were dark, but Dexter could clearly see Logic kissing all on her.
Scottie didn’t even know that it was Tyler in the pictures, but Amber confirmed it after she sent another picture of Tyler without makeup.
“Dex, are you coming?” Amber called out from the bathroom.
“Yea.” He quickly sent the screenshots to his phone and tossed it back on the bed. “This bitch got me fucked up,” he mumbled, feeling played.
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Across town, Tyler sat behind the wheel of Shane’s car with her phone to her ear.
A smile pulled at the corner of her lips as she sat there anticipating the sound of his voice.
Somehow, talking to Logic made her forget about everything that was happening around her.
She was broke as fuck, homeless, and driving her best friend's car, but when she talked to him, none of that mattered. If he wasn’t talking shit about her wigs, they were discussing music, movies, and everything else that kept her mind from running wild.
“What’s up, baby girl?” Logic's groggy voice graced Tyler’s ear.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” She glanced at the clock on her dashboard. “You do know it’s like two in the afternoon, right?”
“Hell yea. I didn’t get home till like five this morning.” He yawned. “Rah ass don’t let up.”
“That’s a good thing, we all need someone to push us.”
“Yea, I’m not going to lie, I laid some fire shit.”
“I can’t wait to hear it.”
“Come with me to the studio tonight and you can.”
“As fun as that sounds, I’m not allowed up there anymore.”
“You’ll be with me,” Logic firmly stated. “The fuck they gone do to you?”
“I can’t,” Tyler sighed. “And that’s Dexter’s stomping ground. I can’t be within 500 feet of him.”
“I’m not thinking about that nigga and neither should you.”
“I’m actually thinking about you.”
“How so?” Logic questioned.
“It seems like whenever yall are in the same room, you have a problem with keeping your hands to yourself. I don’t want you getting in trouble on my behalf.”
“If you scared I’m going to beat that nigga ass, just say that.”
“I’d actually like for you to beat his ass.”