Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
SUGAR BABY
I didn’t think anything would make me love baking more than I already did but doing it with Cash was even sweeter.
When he first came over, I’d already planned to bake some brown sugar chocolate chip cookies.
We did, and he was so impressed he wanted to bake more.
That led to us baking a German chocolate cake since he said that was his favorite.
It was so much fun being in the kitchen with him, and as I waited for him to take a bite, I held my breath.
His eyes closed as he slowly savored the bite. When he moaned, my pussy throbbed. Cash stood from his seat at the island and wrapped his arms around me.
“Well?” I asked impatiently. It was clear he liked it, but I wanted to hear him actually say the words.
Cash lowered himself and kissed me. His hands went under my ass, and he picked me up and sat me on the island.
After sitting back down, he said, “This is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.
I never understood why men were so adamant about marrying a woman who could cook until now.
When I’m done with this, I’ma eat you too. ”
I laughed but it turned into a moan when he gripped my thigh and spread my legs.
Even with him devouring the cake, Cash proved how serious he was by running his palm over my pussy and swiping my clit with his thumb through my biker shorts.
A quiet moan escaped me as I gripped the edge of the island.
I couldn’t imagine how hot my center felt because I was so turned on.
Cash and I may not have known each other for long but I wouldn’t deny how much I wanted him. How good I felt in his presence.
My head flung back and mouth hung open as I stared at the ceiling.
With ragged breathing, I kept reminding myself all this man was doing was touching my pussy through my shorts.
There was no reason for me to be acting like I’d never been touched before.
Except that’s how it felt. It felt like Cash was the first man to ever touch me.
Pleasure me. The moment the last piece of cake touched his tongue, he stood and made his way between my legs.
Our eyes remained locked as he pulled my shorts and panties down. Lifting my legs higher, he lowered himself and buried his face in my pussy.
“Oh s-shit!” I cried out, gripping a palmful of his braids.
As good as a rose felt, it had nothing on the warmth and intimacy that came from being pleasured by a real man.
The swipes, swirls, and licks of his tongue had my pussy leaking to no end.
His lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked, causing my legs to tremble and lock around him.
Cash was a very intentional pleaser. He did more of what got a reaction out of me and less of what didn’t. It didn’t take him long to make me cum. As I did, he lifted his head and stared at my throbbing and leaking pussy. The satisfied smirk on his face was warranted, but I wanted more.
I pulled his head back down to my pussy, and Cash laughed before he devoured me until I came three more times and had to push him away. That time when he lifted himself, I was grateful for the relief from his pleasurable assault. Whimpers escaped me as my clit throbbed and legs shook.
“Ooh,” he moaned as he took my baby tee off and laid eyes on my pierced nipples.
“Cassius,” I moaned, pleaded, as he slowly tweaked my nipples and circled them with his thumbs.
“Hmm?”
“I—mm.”
His mouth wrapped around my left nipple while his fingers pinched the right. He switched nipples before asking me, “You what? Tell me what you want.”
“I-I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” I confirmed, biting down on my bottom lip.
I watched as he undressed, and both my mouth and pussy grew wetter. Cash was thick and muscular, toned and wide, tattooed and sexy as fuck. And his dick was just as long, and curved, and thick as it felt pressed against me.
“Turn your pretty ass around,” he growled, turning me with my arm. Instead of putting my feet on the floor, he put them on the bar stools, then lined himself up at my opening. “This my pussy, right? You my pussy cat?”
“Ye—” His dick sliding into me silenced me. I couldn’t even moan. My fists balled up on the island as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“Answer me,” he commanded, pulling himself out and slamming into me slow and hard .
“Shit!” I moaned as my walls tightened around him.
“Are . . . you . . . my . . . pussy . . . cat?” Cash gritted out each word, punctuating it with a deep, hard stroke.
“Yesss,” I slurred, finally able to move my hips and match his strokes. “I’m your pussy cat, bae.”
“And this my kitty?”
“It’s your kitty,” I whimpered, feeling my wetness coat his shaft.
“You ain’t letting nobody else inside?”
“Nobody else. I-I swear.”
Cash moaned and gripped my hips before increasing his pace.
Each swift stroke tapped against my spot before he touched the pit of my pussy.
I’d never felt so full. So complete. The sound of his body smacking against mine combined with his heavy breathing and moans turned me on even more.
His hands gripped my breasts, squeezing them and my nipples, making me moan and whimper his name.
My toes curled and head flung back as my spine tingled.
“I’m about to cum, bae,” I warned him as my eyes rolled.
“I know, Suge. Go ahead and cum for Cash.”
Something about that whiskey voice and his gentle urging made me cum harder than I ever had before. Even after my walls stopped pulsing, they refused to release him. My pussy opened wider, making room for more of him.
“Let me go,” he ordered, voice shaking.
“I-I can’t,” I whined, pushing at his thigh.
“Fffuck,” he growled, strokes growing sporadic until he quickly pulled out to cum. “Damn, Suge. I might have to wear a condom with your ass. You almost got pregnant.”
“Mm mm,” I declined after giggling. “You just gon’ have to pull out. This dick feels too good to be covered up. ”
“Mmm,” he moaned, smacking my ass. Cash rubbed where he’d smacked, then lowered himself and gave it a gentle bite then kiss. He lowered his face slightly and lapped up my cum, then sucked my clit into his mouth and made me cum again.
“Do you have a relationship with God?”
Cash’s question caught me off guard. After our bodies introduced themselves to one another in the kitchen, they did again in the shower before we tumbled into my bed for a third round.
Now, he was laying with his head on my stomach while I ran my fingers through his hair, and I honestly didn’t know how to answer his question.
“Do you?” I countered, needing time to really think.
“Yeah. I know that’s probably not what you expected me to say.”
“Well . . . selling drugs, that’s what you do, not who you are.”
He looked up at me briefly. “I appreciate that, but you’re deflecting.”
Smiling, I admitted, “I can’t say I have a relationship with God. Not anymore.”
“Why not?” he asked before kissing my stomach.
“My mom had strong faith, and that was something she passed on to me too. When she got sick, I prayed and prayed that He’d heal her, but He didn’t.
He took her from me instead. After that, I got really angry at Him.
” I chuckled and shook my head as my eyes watered.
“As I got older, the anger left, but I still didn’t talk to Him. I know that sounds silly . . . ”
“It doesn’t sound silly. It sounds like your truth. Can I ask you something without you getting offended?”
“Sure.”
“What if His way of healing her was by taking her out of her pain?”
“I considered that. She suffered so much. And while I had peace from her no longer suffering, I wanted her to be healed on Earth, not in Heaven. Maybe I didn’t specify that.”
I scoffed as I swiped a tear.
Cash didn’t respond right away, and I appreciated that. I appreciated him not just giving me a cliché saying that was supposed to make losing her, so young at that, okay.
“I won’t say everything happens for a reason, and you know I know that kind of pain.
What I will say is, though God may not have done what you wanted the way you wanted it, He did what He did, and that’s just something you’ll have to accept.
Now you can harbor ill feelings toward Him because of it, and that’s your right.
He gave you the free will to do anything—even hate Him. Or . . .”
Cash lifted himself and sat next to me, resting his back on my headboard.
“You can let Him heal you of your pain and make it something bearable enough for you to live with until you join your mother in Heaven. When you got God in your corner after some shit like that giving you strength, trust me when I say there will be nothing you can’t make it through.
If you choose to still live for Him and trust Him, that won’t mean you won’t go through shit, but with Him, you’ll have the strength to overcome. You’ll have protection. Direction.”
“I hear you,” I muttered, fighting back more tears.
“Plus . . .” I could tell by the light tone he’d taken he was about to be on some bullshit.
“If I’m ya man, you gon’ have to talk to God for me.
When I’m out doing my shit, I need to know my woman can go to God on my behalf.
I need her to know she can trust me to lead her because God is the only being I submit to besides her. ”
“I’m sorry. I can’t believe you’re talking like this.”
“What? You thought I’d have a closer relationship with the devil just because I supply drugs?”
Laughing, I shook my head adamantly. “Absolutely not! I’m just surprised. You don’t strike me as the bible reading, church going type.”
“Aw yeah. The bible is a life handbook. I apply God’s principles to my relationships.
He demands we be hot or cold, not lukewarm.
I do too. I don’t play games in relationships.
You either committed and mine and only mine, or not mine at all.
He don’t chase you, and He gives you free will to choose Him.
“So do I. I’ll pursue a woman as long as I know she will be mine, but I’m not going to force anyone to be with me.
He makes it clear what He requires from me as a man in order for me to qualify for the gift of a wife, and I’m striving to be that.
So like I said, I need you to be able to talk to Him.
Who knows. Maybe talking to Him for me will be how you start talking to Him again for yourself. ”
“You are not Jonathan Majors, and I am not Meagan Good,” I teased, and the fact that he didn’t know what the hell I was talking about only made it funnier.
After I explained Meagan Good had done an interview with her husband a while back and said she’d kind of lost her faith after her divorce but praying for Jonathan started the process of restoring it, he laughed before saying . . .
“I mean, we definitely ain’t them, but that’s some real shit. And it does happen. If all that comes from our time together is me helping you make your way back to Him, I’d be cool with that.”
“You just got me and you’re talking about letting me go already?”
“Oh hell nah. I ain’t letting your ass go period . That just sounded like the mature thing to say.”
My giggles turned into loud laughter when he pulled me down onto the bed and started tickling me.
Tickles led to kisses and touches, which led to him being inside of me again.
For a brief moment, I considered if he was right.
If he was my way back to God. If he was, I had to admit I wouldn’t be opposed to it.