Chapter 2
Water fell down on my body as I angrily scrubbed myself. A fresh wave of irritation flooded my system as I thought about Beretta Slater, with his funky ass. The audacity of that man!
I tried hard to focus on my schedule for the upcoming week and the shopping I had to do for some supplies.
I owned a wax lounge, where I snatched hair off people and made a ton of money.
Becoming an esthetician was the best thing I’d done, so I thought I could focus my mind on that instead of Beretta’s irritating ass. How wrong I was.
“Yuck-mouth-ass bitch,” I muttered as I swiped my loofah across my breasts.
The fact that he would talk to a bitch who was a downgrade from me . . . right in front of me. Yeah, I needed to be done with him expeditiously.
My heart stalled at that thought. Somewhere in the last six months, Beretta had entered his way into my life and weaseled his way into my bloodstream. It was like the thought of not knowing him or having access to him physically hurt.
“Ugly-ass nigga.” Rage coursed through me, but if I paid close enough attention, I recognized the jealousy and hurt underneath all the anger.
Feelings and emotions weren’t something I was good at dealing with, so I shoved them away and tried to think about anything but the stupid-ass man in my life.
I froze when I thought I heard a thud from the other room. The sound of the shower was the only thing I heard as I listened for a few seconds. I chalked it up to paranoia before I finished rinsing off.
When the bathroom door slammed open, I screamed, wishing like hell I had brought my gun into the bathroom with me. Boldly, I pulled the black shower curtain back and almost pissed myself until I noticed it was Beretta.
“What in the entire fuck are you doing here? How the hell did you get into my apartment?” I shrieked as I shivered from the cool air on my wet body.
“With my key.” Beretta shrugged as his eyes traveled down my body.
I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his black jeans, but I snapped my eyes back up to his face as I used the curtain to cover my body.
“What key? I never gave you a damn key.”
“Yeah, you did.”
My face scrunched up. “No, I didn’t. I’d remember if I gave you a key, Beretta.”
“It was that night you was PMSing and you called me over ’cause you was crying over that movie with the dog that died.”
I frowned. I remembered that night. I was a sucker for animals, and that movie had me in shambles. I called Beretta, and he came over and made everything alright with that massive dick he had swinging between his legs.
“I remember that night well, and I definitely didn’t give you a key.”
“Hmm.” His eyes still roamed my body, and anger flooded me.
“Beretta! How the fuck did you get a key to my place?”
“Made a copy for emergencies.” His eyes finally found mine again. He was infuriatingly handsome.
“I didn’t give you permission to do that.”
“You ain’t have to.”
I stomped my foot and then got even more annoyed because I knew I looked like a damn child. Arguing with Beretta was pointless. He could talk in circles all damn day, so I decided to focus on a different question. “Why are you here?”
“To see yo’ stank ass. Duh.”
“Boy, fuck you.” I snatched the curtain closed and continued my rant as I rinsed the rest of my bodywash off. “You was supposed to take the chicken-legged ho home.”
Silence was my response. Just as I was about to turn the water off and step out, the curtain snatched open again, and Beretta got into the shower with me, butt ass naked. My nipples hardened, and my pussy clenched.
“I ain’t want her ass,” Beretta said before he leaned down and pecked my lips.
I tried to pull away, but he simply moved his mouth to my neck. “Sure, you did. You’re good for a fuck, and she was definitely goin’.”
Even though they were my words, they made me sick to my stomach. The thought of his irritating ass fucking anyone but me had me on the verge of crashing out.
“I ain’t fuckin’ nobody but you, and you know that.” He sucked on my neck while his hand pinched my nipple.
“So you say,” I muttered as I let my head fall back. He always felt so damn good.
“Aye, man, so now I’m a liar?” he asked as he lifted his head to look at me.
My brow arched, but I didn’t have a slick comeback. He’d told me repeatedly that he wasn’t fucking anyone else, and it wasn’t really so hard to believe, because I wasn’t either. Beretta had me hooked, and no other man would do.
“Why are you here?” I asked instead.
“You know why, Juicy,” he murmured as his large hand cupped my ass before it slid under my thigh. My leg automatically wrapped around his waist, and his dick pressed into my wet center.
“I hate you,” I mumbled as he slipped into me.
“But you love this dick. Say it. Tell me you love daddy’s dick,” he encouraged.
I bit down on my lip hard to refrain from saying anything, but he stroked me to the left a little, just the way I liked, and I cursed.
I’d allowed him to get too close. He knew me too well, and it was beyond just sex.
In six months, he’d learned my orders at all my favorite restaurants, how I liked my coffee, how to cheer me up when I was cramping and PMSing.
He knew how to cuddle me so I didn’t get too hot, and when we weren’t arguing, we really had the best time together.
It was too bad neither of us were built for relationships.
“I love this dick,” I finally said after a few seconds of him stroking me just right.
“Nah, that ain’t what I said say. Tell me you love daddy’s dick,” he demanded.
“I love daddy’s dick. Shit, I love daddy’s dick so much.” What could I say? When he was inside of me, I would say whatever the fuck he wanted, and he knew it.
“Good fuckin’ girl.”
I almost melted right down the drain with the warm water cascading over us. My braids were done for, but that was okay. I was due to get them re-done in a few days anyway.
I reached up and grabbed his neck, squeezing slightly and peering into his eyes. “Look at me while you’re in this pussy, Beretta. You know better.”
He chuckled, the vibrations shooting through my hand and straight down to my pussy. “This my pussy?”
“Nope,” I chirped with a grin. His next stroke wiped the grin off my face as my mouth dropped open in an O.
“Then I ain’t lookin’ at you.” He moved my hand out of the way like I had zero strength and kept stroking me.
I bit down on my lip so I didn’t beg this nigga to look at me.
There was something about seeing his face as he fucked me that turned me on in the worst way.
He grinned down at me as if he knew this fun fact.
“All you gotta do is say this pussy mine, Juicy.”
His fingers found my right nipple, and he pinched it. My back arched, and he pressed me up against the shower wall. When his fingers found my clit, I lost it. “Shit, Beretta. This your pussy, baby. It’s yours.”
“Yeah? This pretty mothafucka mine, Juicy? All mine?”
“Yes.” I whimpered.
“Look down at my pussy, Juicy. Look at how pretty she is as I move in and out of you. You see that shit?”
Tears accumulated in my eyes because he felt so damn good as I nodded my head. “I see it, daddy.”
“Why you so damn pretty? Huh?”
“I-I don’t know . . . Fuck.” I felt an orgasm stirring in my core.
Beretta grinned. “You ready to cum on daddy’s dick?”
“Is it mine?” I asked, ignoring his question.
“No.”
Anger flashed through me, and on instinct, I slapped him.
He chuckled. “Oh, you ain’t like that?”
“Tell me it’s mine,” I demanded as my chest heaved. I was close to becoming undone.
“You want daddy’s dick to be yours?”
“It has to be mine if you don’t want me to crash the fuck out.” My brows scrunched in concentration as my legs shook.
Beretta lifted me off my feet because he knew once my legs got to shaking, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself up.
“You gonna crashout about me, Juicy?”
“You know I will.”
“Do I? You act like you don’t even like me.”
“I don’t.” I panted as he slowed down his strokes. My hand found his locs, and I twisted my fingers around them.
“Then why you want claim on my dick?” He kissed my neck.
“I love your dick.”
He chuckled. “But you don’t like daddy?”
“No.” I groaned.
“You know I’ll stop this shit right now and leave you hangin’, Juicy. Why you insist on playin’ wit’ me?”
“Please don’t stop.” I hated how my tone sounded like I was begging. I never begged for dick, but fuck. Beretta had that magic shit.
“Tell me you like daddy.”
“Tell me it’s my dick.” He stopped for a split second, and I tugged on his hair. “I like you, daddy. I like you. Don’t stop.”
He squeezed my ass as he continued his slow, deliberate strokes. His voice sounded in my ear, and I shivered at his words. “This yo’ dick, Juicy. Ain’t nobody else got claim on my baby’s dick. You hear me?”
All I could do was nod because his words sent me over the edge. My juices mixed in with the water falling over us.
“Fuck, Beretta.” I clung to him as I came down from my orgasm.
His strokes didn’t stop. “I’m about to nut in this pretty-ass pussy, baby. You ready for this nut?”
“Yes, daddy. Give it to me.” I breathed heavily as he grunted.
Finally, his strokes ceased, and he pressed his forehead against my shoulder. “Damn, Juicy. I swear you got that good shit.”
I giggled as he put me back on my feet. “Come on, bighead. Let’s wash up.”
“See ya ass in a good mood now that you got some dick,” Beretta joked.
I flicked him off and quickly washed us both off. When we got out of the shower, he carefully dried me off and then himself before we went into my room.
Beretta flopped down on my bed as I went into my closet and grabbed a T-shirt and some panties. When I popped back into my room, I asked, “What you ’bout to do?”
“Order us some food and watch our show,” he replied.
My heart fluttered. We enjoyed watching reality TV and talking shit about all the couples. Laying up with Beretta was always a good time, and he was going to feed me? I was more than down.
“Last chance to go be with ol’ girl from the party,” I joked as I climbed onto my bed after I got dressed.
Before I could get comfortable, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into him. I giggled as he tickled me.
“You get on my fuckin’ nerves, you know that?” he asked.
I shrieked. “Boy, stop! Cut it out.”
“Nah, you cut it the fuck out. Ain’t nobody worried about that dusty bitch.” He let me go, but not before he stole a kiss from me.
“Yeah, aight. Say that again,” I muttered.
“Don’t get fucked up. Order from our spot. I’ll Zelle you the money.”
With a grin, I happily did as I was told. My heart finally settled now that I knew where Beretta was and what he was doing, for the moment at least.