Chapter 8
NORAH
“Why you kissing me like this?” Norah asked, coming up for air.
“That shit too personal Tasim.” She asked while his lips crashed down into hers.
She felt a flutter in her chest, a spark that refused to be ignored.
She tried to push him away, but her hands betrayed her, wrapping around his waist instead.
She hated this. She hated how her body responded to his touch, hated how her heart skipped a beat at just the sound of his voice.
Most of all, she hated how she was falling for him, hard and fast, despite every warning sign screaming to stop.
This was why she had ignored him for so long.
Week one, she craved him undeniably. Week two, she thought she would lose herself in lust. She knew why he was upset because they had gone from talking two - three times daily to her completely disappearing.
Without warning, Tasim wrapped his hand around her neck a second time. This time he used much more force causing her to gasp for air.
“Don’t do that again Norah.” He warned studying her eyes. He did care if she would be upset. Hell, he didn’t care if she took her last breath right here. He needed her to understand the caliber of nigga he was and the shit she pulled was disrespectful.
Instead of Norah punching him on the side of his face as she wanted to do, this turned her on.
She liked a mean ass fine nigga that put his foot down.
The way he took charge. The way he used forced entry.
The way he looked her in the eyes to let her know she wasn’t running shit.
Her pussy was signing a melody of its own.
She wanted to be fucked and she wanted to be fucked now.
“Fuck me nigga!” She demanded with her face frowned matching his stare down.
“You don’t deserve this dick ma.” He tried to play hard to get. As always, he had her fucked up.
Wham!
Norah cocked her hand back and smacked the spit from his mouth. His grin did something to Norah in that very moment.
I met my fucking match.
Norah thought, watching him. He wasn’t upset but she could tell he wanted to strangle her more. Instead, he roughly pulled his dick from his sweats then parted her legs with force. He wasn’t gonna have mercy on Norah and she knew it.
Their lips crashed together in a fierce, primal kiss, the tension between them was wild but genuine.
It was a collision of desire and disdain, each touch sparking a fire that neither could ignore.
He pinned her wrists above her head again, their chests heaving in unison.
For a moment, the world narrowed to a thrumming need.
The hatred, and the undeniable attraction that refused to be extinguished.
As they kissed, Tasim slid his dick into her making her eyes buck and release a heavy gasp.
His dick slid in and out of her, powerful and intensely.
In this moment, it was clear that neither was truly in control.
He served her with massive strokes and she received them while squeezing her pussy muscles.
Both of them were ensnared by a passion that defied logic and reason.
Norah’s pussy felt so good creaming on him, he stopped in mid-stride and gazed down at her. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity. She met his gaze, her own eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and desire.
“Why do you fuck me so good? What point you tryna prove?” She asked as explosive moans rushed from her lips. Tasim caught the attitude in her voice and this confirmed her disappearance.
“Because I want you to crave me. I want yo ass to crave me so bad you won’t dare let another nigga have this.
” He breathed heavily into her ear releasing the grip he had on her wrists.
“You think I fucked you good, well I’m about to kill this pussy Norah.
Don’t worry I’ll cover the funeral service. ” He taunted then did just that.
The room around them melted away, leaving only the primal connection between them, a connection that seemed to thrive on the very friction that had long characterized their relationship.
It was a dangerous dance, one that neither could afford to lose, yet neither could truly win.
And in the heat of that moment, all that mattered was the next touch, the next kiss, the next breathless surrender to the passion that consumed them both.
***
"Norah! What the hell happened to my door?
" Mama yelled from the front room. Both Norah and Tasim looked at one another, totally forgetting that the door sat on the floor because they were busy in their zone of one another’s comfort.
Before Norah could reply Mama was already at her bedroom door.
She poked her head inside while she and Tasim laid on the bed talking.
Instead of replying, Norah looked down at Tasim for him to explain what the hell happened to that woman's door.
"My bad Mama. Yo grand daughter had me fucked up." Tasim dug into his pocket and pulled out some cash. It was an entire stack. More than enough so Tasim handed it to her. Mama knew herself that it was way above the amount so she smirked.
"Keep yo feelings in yo pocket lil nigga." Mama stuck the money into her bra. Both Norah and Tasim laughed. "I'm gone make some tacos you staying for dinner Tasim."
"Yeah shit. I'm game."
"Ohhh not you just inviting yoself to stay." Norah looked in his direction.
"I didn't invite myself. Mama invited me." Tasim smirked and Norah punched him in the chest.
"Girl keep yo damn hands off that boy. I ain't gone tell yall again, keep yo feelings in yo pocket." Mama closed the door and headed into the kitchen.
"I guess I won't be going…" Norah went to say and her phone rang. Tasim looked at the phone then back to Norah. She knew it was Westly calling to ask what happened to her. She had spent hours fucking Tasim so every call went unanswered.
"Don't you fucking dare." Norah called out but it was already too late.
“Yoooo.” Tasim answered her phone. Thank goodness West wasn’t anyone important. He was just a cool friend that Norah enjoyed being around. “Nah she ain’t going tonight. Matter of fact she ain’t never going. What’s your Cash App?”
“Hang the phone up Tasim.” Norah reached for the phone but Tasim moved away.
“Just text yo Cash App to her phone so I can send you the change for your little meal.” Tasim disconnected the phone. He went to the messages as if he was really waiting on West to send his Cash App.
“I swear you annoying ash.” Norah giggled, shaking her head.
“What shit? Nigga talm bout you got him at the restaurant eating by himself so ima send the nigga the money.” Norah burst out laughing so hard she made Tasim chuckle.
“Tasim, what we gone do nigga?”
“What you mean? We gone fuck.”
“So that’s it? We just gone fuck?” Norah gave him the side eye.
“Not like that lil ma.” He pulled her into him. “We gone fuck and take shit slow. I wasn’t looking for love and I’m sure you weren’t either. Therefore, we both have to make sure this what we want. Then after that.” He looked at her so she could feel him. “We move into my crib.”
“And where is that?” Norah asked because they never discussed his living situation.
They talked about things like his mother, things he liked, and his dislikes but never where he laid his head.
The way the Dynasty was laid out made Norah think he lived there.
There were so many things she wanted to know, especially about the Dynasty.
“Pacific Palisades.” He replied and Norah nodded once. Palisades was surrounded by bodies of water so she knew it had to be nice. She couldn’t wait and Tasim couldn’t wait to fuck her on the oceans.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” He looked at her but unsurely.
“Are you some type of prostitute?”
“The fuck?” Tasim laughed but she was serious.
“My bad if I offended you but come on my nigga. You got a massage table in your room. I know damn sure you didn’t buy that for me.”
“You right and no. Let’s just say I give massages to women I like. I ain’t selling no dick shorty.” He lied in a sense. He wasn’t selling dick like Rahim but when a slot winner won, he’d use his sex to lock up on their money.
“Oh okay. Well, if you think you bout to be fucking me you better figure that shit out.” She bit into her lip. She wanted to slap the taste out his mouth for the reply but she was gone let him live.
“You got that.” Was his only response then silence.