Chapter 7 #3
“Devyn, get in. It’s cold. You got your ass out and shit. I’m not about to play this game tonight.” He said it low, sending chills up my spine.
I hesitantly sat down, dropping my purse between us to keep a distance.
“Vic, give me a minute,” he said, reaching over me to pass him the blunt.
Fuck, he smells good.
His hair was down. He had on sweatpants and a hoodie. His eyes were low from the weed, but he looked pissed. When the door closed, I felt like he was about to hold me hostage. The locks clicked, and I knew for sure I was trapped.
“Devyn…” Azani said, rubbing his hand down his face. “You were really gon’ leave with that nigga?”
I sucked my teeth, turning my body toward him. “Azani, you are not my man. I don’t owe you an explanation. I asked you to give me space, and you’re out here waiting for me like a fuckin’ stalker!”
He laughed once, shaking his head. “You right. I’m not your man. I’m your fiancé.”
We just stared at each other in the dark. The longer our eyes stayed locked on each other’s, the more nervous I felt. All the chemistry Miko and I lacked was right here in the backseat of this truck. All the heat I wanted to feel was all over my body as Azani’s eyes moved over me.
“You let that nigga touch you. You was gon’ let that nigga taste my pussy, Dev?” he said in a real low, deep voice.
I swallowed hard, feeling the heat creep up to my neck. Vic did this shit on purpose, knowing I was trying to stay the fuck away from Azani.
“You want me to forget how many times you came all over my dick? You want me to forget how you begged me not to stop while I sucked on that pretty ass pussy? I can’t forget… You can’t either. That’s why that pussy wet right now.”
He got quiet, staring straight ahead, letting out a breath like he was trying to control himself.
“Dev… you horny? Just say yes, and I’ll give it to you,” he said softly like he always did when he wanted me.
My thighs were pressed so tightly together that they started trembling. He turned, eyes burning through me. He moved closer, but even if I wanted to back up, there was nowhere I could go. My back pressed against the car door as his lips hovered right over mine.
“Just say it, baby,” he said, palms moving over my thighs. “I can feel your body shaking. I know you want me. I want you,” he whispered.
My breath caught in my throat as his hand moved up my waist.
“I hate you,” I whispered, voice shaking.
“That pussy don’t hate me. Say yes,” he said, low and rough.
His hand snaked under my shirt and into my bra, thumb grazing my nipple. He leaned in, kissing me softly. I bit his lip, but he didn’t pull back. He just gripped my throat rough enough to make my heart race but tender enough to make me moan against his lips.
He pulled back, staring at me and licking his lips. I knew I drew blood; I could taste it on my tongue. Both of us were breathing hard, but I knew that look in his eyes. He wanted me bad.
“Hate me and put that pussy in my mouth. Hate me and ride this dick.”
He gripped my throat tighter, pushing my skirt over my hips. His hand moved between my thighs, pushing my panties to the side. I opened my legs wider, breath ragged, mad at my body for betraying me.
“You wet as fuck,” he rasped, sliding his fingers over my clit, then dipping inside my pussy.
He rubbed my clit, then dipped back inside my pussy, over and over. My hips rose up and down as he pushed two fingers in my pussy, curving up. My eyes fluttered closed as I gripped his hoodie.
“I fuckin’ hate you,” I moaned.
“I know, baby. Keep hating me. Just don’t let nobody touch this pussy but me.”
His fingers slid back to my clit, rubbing in a slow circle.
Then, out of nowhere, he stopped. My eyes flew open, legs still trembling, and he was coming out of his hoodie.
He set his gun on the middle console, then yanked me closer by my legs.
My back was on the seat, and he was now hovering over me.
He scooped my legs into the crook of his arms and raised my lower body until my pussy was right in his mouth. He kissed my clit like it was my lips, smacking and slurping.
“You been starving me, Dev,” he said, then he went right back to slurping.
“Hmmm,” he moaned against me.
He lowered and raised my hips, tongue moving down to my ass, then back up to my clit, over and over.
“Ohhh… ohhh, my God!” I cried.
When his lips wrapped around my clit, I pulled my own titties out, rubbing and pinching my nipples. He watched me—eyes low, while he sucked me slowly.
“Zaniii! Uhhh… I’m… I’m gonna cum, baby!” I cried, hips jerking from how strong I felt it coming.
He just sucked my clit deeper, hungrier, louder the closer it got. Then it hit me.
“I HATE YOUUU!” I cried, cumin’ so hard that my body lost feeling.
He kept sucking, staring at me like he dared me to try to get away. “Baby,” I choked. “Pleeease!”
He finally released me, laying my body down gently on the seat. I watched him pull his sweatpants over his hips, and that big ass dick sprang out. It was throbbing and jumping. He gripped it, stroking it while staring right at me. His face glistened as he licked my cum off his lips.
“I miss you, baby. Come put that pussy on me… Please.” He moaned, breathing heavily, muscles flexing in his arms and chest.
I sat up slowly as he watched me. He sat down on the seat, still stroking his dick. Once I was in his lap, he grabbed my throat, kissing me roughly. He sucked my lips, moaning into my mouth.