Chapter 16 #2
I giggled. “This my pussy. You can’t tell me what to do with it—”
“You think this a fucking game?” He growled, while tightening the grip on my throat.
“You better stop,” I barely got out.
Pulling me in, he hungrily kissed me.
I slightly pulled back, while he was still gripping my neck. “You might as well stop all this, cause I’m not fucking you.”
Needless to say, two minutes later, my bra and panties were on the floor.
I was on all fours, face down, ass up. The only thing Ricky wore was a muscle shirt that was behind his neck, as he gripped my ass with both hands, while powerfully driving into me from the back.
With one leg on the floor, he was venturing balls deep.
“Ughhhh!” I screamed, as our skin loudly clapped.
“This aint my pussy?” He questioned, while smacking my ass. “Huh?”
I didn’t respond, making him thrust that big dick deeper.
“Uhhhh!”
“You better fucking tell me something, Summer.” He pounded into me. “Is it mine?”
“Yesssss!”
“That’s what I fucking thought.”
When I slightly lifted my upper body, he leaned in, cuffing my sore titties, while fucking me.
His pumps were short, but deep, while somehow stimulating my clit. That’s when I started throwing this ass back, chasing a nut.
Passionately, we fucked, while he craned his neck to tongue-kiss me. We could hear my pussy smacking, while his balls loudly slapped my pussy lips.
“Summer—”
My eyes popped open to see Sassy standing at the top of the stairs, obviously coming from the first floor.
“Oh, shit,” she gasped, after laying eyes on us. She then immediately spun around, looking at something on the stairs behind her. “Wait, Jinny! Don’t come up. She’s indecent!” She said almost in a panic.
Hearing that name, I tried to wiggle from underneath Ricky, but he locked down, preventing me from moving.
“Ricky,” I whimpered in a whisper. “That’s his assistant. You gotta get up.”
“You think I give a fuck? You and that nigga is coming to an end. One way or a fucking nother.”
I felt like the dirtiest whore, as he kept fucking me openly on the couch, making me have the biggest orgasm of my life.
***
“Give me another kiss, and I’ma go, for real,” Ricky claimed, as he held me in his arms, rubbing my ass through my silk robe.
My heart was racing, as Harlem’s flight had already landed, and this nigga was still in my house, after fucking me for hours. Now, I’d finally walked him to the door, after convincing him to let me handle Harlem.
Knowing that I needed to take a bath, because his cum was still saturated between my slit, I pouted. “Ricky, you said that five minutes ago. Come on.”
“So?” He gripped my ass, while humping me. “Give me another kiss.”
Sighing, I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips. Of course, he took it a step further, dipping his tongue into my mouth.
We sloppily kissed, while leaning against the front door.
“Ricky,” I eventually broke the kiss, and whined. “It’s time to go.”
He gazed down at me. “Then tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Ricky,” I confessed. “With all my heart.”
He nodded. “Love you too. I’ma call you in a lil’ bit. Answer the phone. Regardless if that nigga is here or not.”
Not wanting to argue, I nodded. “Okay.”
“Alright.” He finally unlocked the door, before pulling it back, and stepping outside.
“Be safe,” I encouraged, before watching him step off my porch.
As soon as I closed the door, a throat cleared behind me.
“Ahhumm.”
I turned to face Sassy.
Smiling, she shook her head. “You and Breeze be really doing the most, Summer. I practically had to drag Jinny out of here, while she was asking a million damn questions. Now, I stopped her from seeing anything, but I can’t say what she heard. So, what if she says something to Harlem?”
I sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe she’ll be taking me out of my misery. I wouldn’t even be mad.” I shrugged.
She shook her head. “I’ma need you to stop playing.
For real. When we were back in Cali, I used to laugh at your shenanigans.
You were having your way, and Breeze was living in Chicago.
Besides, you really can’t trust these niggas.
So, I never blamed you. But this is different.
Breeze is always in and out of this house.
You literally had me scrambling to hide his clothes from Harlem.
So, I don’t know why the fuck would you agree to let Harlem move in. ”
“Because,” I sighed.
“Because what? You were mad at Breeze? He was on punishment for some random thing you didn’t like?”
I gasped. “Really, Sassy?”
“What?” She opened her arms. “I’m just saying.
You know damn well that you only deal with Harlem to spite Breeze.
To make him pay for having Ora around, when all you had to do was tell Breeze that you were willing to work on y’all being together, once he got rid of her.
But nooo. You’re hard headed and want him to read your damn mind.
Now, look at you. Harlem is all sprung, when you ration the pussy to him.
Got ‘im thinking that you have a low sex drive. Meanwhile, Breeze is fucking you out of your shoes and socks. Then I guess that niggas from the burbs is just slow. Like…Harlem really watches you leave to attend all these special occasions that he’s never invited to.
Down to your damn birthday. You really flew out the country on your birthday with Breeze, while Harlem wanted to throw you a surprise party, Summer.
His feelings were so hurt when I told him that you’d hopped on a flight.
You should’ve put him out of his misery then. ”
My face flushed with embarrassment. “I really did all that, huh?”
“Yes, you did.”
“Damn. I really been fucking up. So…how do you suggest that I handle this?”
“Honestly? By gradually pulling away, and letting him focus on his first year in the league. Otherwise, I think that his head will be too fucked up to focus. Because I believe that he really loves you. And you aint gotta love him back, but at least consider how your next moves will affect him.”