Chapter Tariq “Reek” Horton
TARIQ “REEK” HORTON
I knew I shouldn’t have been in Ava’s bedroom, but after seeing her at the baby shower, I couldn’t shake her from my thoughts.
I never could, but this time the obsession burned like a sickness I couldn’t cure.
When Big A and Saint stepped out back to smoke a blunt, I slipped inside her room.
I told myself I just wanted to reconnect like friends catching up, a little flirting, getting close enough to breathe in her scent and take in her beauty up close. That’s all it was supposed to be.
But I pushed the pizza aside and climbed on top of her and our lips locked in a kiss that had been building since I walked in.
Grabbing her face, I deepened it, bracing for her to shove me off.
When she didn’t, when she pulled me closer instead, I went for it.
In a rush, I yanked my dick free from my pants and thrust inside her.
She was tighter, wetter, and warmer than I remembered, gripping me like she’d been waiting for this too.
I’d known she was mine since the first time I felt her. Still, I wasn’t the committing type. She deserved the world, a real man who’d put a ring on her finger and build a family with her. But that wasn’t me.
Despite me knowing better, I allowed our bodies to move together, but it felt off from how I usually handled women.
I wasn’t just pounding away without a second thought.
This was slower, deeper, like we were connecting in ways I didn’t recognize.
It unsettled me, so I flipped the switch and fucked her rough, slamming in hard to chase that familiar feeling.
She met every thrust, and her nails dug into my back.
Both of us moaned quietly to keep the sounds from carrying through the door.
“I missed you so much, Ava,” I growled against her ear as my hips grinded deeper. “You’re so fucking beautiful, got me losing my fucking mind.”
She whimpered softly as her body wrapped around mine like it was made for this.
Her pussy fluttered around my dick, pulling me in tighter. “Look at you, making me this hard. Feel how bad I want you?”