Chapter 3
Icelynn’s clingy ass always managed to tangle her limbs around me on the rare occasions that we stayed a full night together, which I had to admit had been happening more often lately.
Her little ass could act like she wasn’t stuck on a nigga all she wanted, but the way she curled her body around me whenever we slept told a whole different story.
I looked down at her as she snored lightly with her mouth hanging open and everything.
Her red bonnet was on her head, and her face was void of makeup.
I loved her best like this. My brick-hard dick begged to be freed from my boxers.
I adjusted, and Icelynn grunted before going right back to snoring.
I moved my chest slightly to see if she’d drooled on me with her mouth hanging open like that.
Not that I would care, but I definitely wouldn’t let her hear the end of it if she did.
Irritating her was my favorite hobby. Lucky for her, she hadn’t drooled, so I continued to stare at her through sleepy eyes.
We had stayed up late into the night, watching TV and fucking.
I knew she had to be just as tired as me, but my growling stomach urged me to wake her up.
I tapped her soft ass lightly. “Wake up, Juicy. Daddy’s hungry.”
Icelynn groaned and mumbled something incoherent, no doubt a smart-ass remark, before she untangled herself from me and turned onto her back. Her legs spread under the covers, and she muttered, “All you can eat.”
I chuckled. “You wild.”
But I’d be damned if I didn’t slide my ass down and get under the covers. This was a win-win situation. I’d wake her up with my tongue, and I’d get a little dessert before breakfast.
My tongue swiped across her clit, and one of her hands found the back of my head and the other gripped my arm as her back arched.
“Shit.” She moaned while I took my time savoring my favorite place. I’d never admit that to her, but Icelynn’s pussy had to have crack in it. I was addicted, and if I could spend all day between her legs, I would without hesitation.
I took my time pleasing her, enjoying her soft cries of pleasure as she gripped the sheets, my arms, and my head in rotation.
It only took minutes for her legs to shake, and I locked in on her spot. I didn’t let up until she called my name and then went limp.
As much as I wanted to keep enjoying her treasure, I made my way up her body and kissed her lips, morning breath and all.
“Come on. Get up. I’m hungry.”
Icelynn peered up at me for a few seconds before she spoke. “I’m tired, Beretta.”
I gripped the side of her thigh. I was so temped to slide inside her, but I knew how I got when I was hungry, and if I didn’t get food soon, I’d be more of a menace than I normally was.
“Aight. Let me feed you and then fuck you back to sleep,” I suggested.
I could tell the idea intrigued her, but of course, she couldn’t just go with the flow. “Why can’t you just go get food on your own and then come fuck me back to sleep?”
Because I want to go out to eat with my favorite lady.
“Get yo’ ass up, Juicy.”
She sucked her teeth, shoved me off her, and grumbled as she got out of bed. When she got to her bedroom door, she turned and stuck her middle finger up at me before she went toward the bathroom.
I chuckled. I wasn’t paying her crazy ass any mind.
My phone was on the nightstand, so I grabbed it as I got out of the bed and checked my notifications before I headed to the bathroom to take a shower with Icelynn.
I knew sex wouldn’t happen, because she was grumpy as hell when she was tired, and I was irritable when I was hungry, but I liked the thought of looking at her in all her naked glory and feasting my eyes on what I could devour as soon as we got back to her place.
I owned a gun shop across town, but I rarely went in to actually work there.
I had employees for that, so my time was mine to do as I pleased, and Icelynn was what I pleased.
Since it was Sunday, I knew she didn’t have any clients for her job since she took Sundays and Mondays off.
Being up under her today sounded like the perfect plan to me.
When I got into the bathroom, I took a piss, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and then slid the shower curtain back. Icelynn was already halfway through washing her body off. She glared at me as I stepped into the shower with her.
“You have a bad habit of coming into the bathroom during my personal time.”
“Hush.” I grabbed her loofah and turned her around so I could wash her back. She allowed me to clean her, but she talked shit under her breath the entire time. I flicked the back of her neck, which was exposed since her braids were pulled up into a bun. “Mean ass.”
“Know you ain’t talkin’.” She snatched her loofah from me as I grabbed the gray one hanging on the hook behind me.
She talked all this shit but made sure I had my own shit over here to make me comfortable, including the toothbrush I’d just used that I made sure stayed right next to hers in the covered holder.
Couldn’t no nigga come over here without asking questions if I had anything to do with it.
“Wash my back for me, Juicy.”
“No.”
My face scrunched up. “No? Why the hell not?”
“I don’t feel like it.”
“If you want some more dick today, you’ll wash my damn back and cut it out with the damn attitude. All I’m tryna do is feed yo’ greedy ass and then lay up wit’ you the rest of the day. Tighten up.”
Her eyes turned to slits as she looked up at me. “Who says I want any more of that weak ass shit, Beretta?”
She had me fucked up. My hand found her throat. I swear I saw a ghost of a smile on her lips with her crazy ass.
“Whose shit’s weak, Icelynn?”
“You the only nigga in here.”
“You wanna get fucked up?”
“I’d love to see you try.” Her pretty ass loved challenging me.
Irritation flared through me. The thought of Icelynn thinking my dick was weak almost had me ready to spiral.
“That’s how you feel?” My hand slid between her legs, and like always, her back arched as she stumbled into the wall.
“Y-yeah,” she stuttered.
I smirked. Just like her to talk big shit, but as soon as I found her clit, she lost some of that bass in her sweet-ass voice.
I gazed into her eyes as I worked my finger over her clit.
Icelynn sighed as her head lulled to the side.
I kissed her neck and paid attention to her breathing pattern.
As soon as her legs shook, I pulled away.
I grabbed my loofah from off the floor of the shower where I dropped it and grabbed my bodywash.
When my eyes glanced over at her, I saw that she stared at me with her mouth wide open.
“Close that pretty-ass mouth before I put somethin’ in it.”
She looked like the idea wasn’t so bad to her, and she contemplated it for a second before her mouth snapped shut. Finally, she asked, “Why the hell did you just do that?”
I shrugged. “My bad. I ain’t think you wanted to be bothered with some weak dick. I was saving you from that.”
She punched my arm. It didn’t hurt, but damn, she had a mean right hook.
“You’re wrong for that.” She pointed a finger at me.
My brows rose. “I’m wrong for saving you from some weak shit? Damn, . . . I don’t wanna be right then. I was just lookin’ out for you, Juicy.” I kissed her cheek, just to piss her off.
She snatched away from me and bent to grab her loofah, which had also fallen to the floor. I got a real nice look at her fat ass and smacked it. Icelynn yelped and turned to glare at me.
“Really?” she sneered.
“Ain’t my fault yo’ shit so smackable.”
Icelynn rolled her eyes. I washed off while she rinsed off. Her mean ass got out before me. I made quick work of washing up before I stepped out myself.
While I dried off, I walked into her room and asked, “You washed my clothes I had over here last time?”
She sucked her teeth. “In the closet.”
“Drop the attitude.” I knew that wouldn’t happen since her ass was now sleepy and frustrated from the nut I didn’t let her bust, but she would be alright. I planned to still take care of her when we got back.
I located the sweats and black T-shirt I’d left over here and put them on, along with some fresh boxers and socks. After putting on deodorant, I stepped back into her room to find her ready to go and scrolling on her phone.
“Come on, Juicy.” I tugged on one of her braids, and she swatted me away.
“I can’t stand you.”
“Feeling’s mutual.”
We bickered all the way to her underground garage and then argued for a solid five minutes about who would drive before I gave in and let her have it. At that point, I just wanted to eat.
We rode to our favorite breakfast spot, bickering about the music. It amused me that even when we argued, it felt like we flirted.
The good thing about her driving was that I could roll up a blunt.
Icelynn knew how to smoke with the best of us, but her ass didn’t know how to roll a blunt to save her damn life, and she knew it.
One thing I appreciated about her was that she knew her strengths, and she played those up and had no issues outsourcing something she might fall short on.
Icelynn was a smart-ass woman who amazed me every damn day.
The business owner in me appealed to that.
I loved that she had her own shit too. Real talk, she matched my fly in every way.
Had me wondering what it would look like if we made things official.
I sparked the blunt up and handed it to her just as she parked in a spot near the entrance of the restaurant.
“Let me hit that,” she said with her hand out.
“Damn, I just lit it. Can I get a couple pulls?”
She rolled her eyes. “Ain’t nobody tell you to take so long rolling that shit.”
“Aight. Next time, you gonna do the shit.” She cut her eyes at me, and I laughed. “Yeah. You know rolling a blunt is an art form. One you ain’t got, so stop complaining.”