CHAPTER TEN #4
"Man, if Yatta knew half the shit you been doing... shorty, he'd lose his whole mind. You know that nigga would body somebody behind you. And you out here being reckless as fuck, putting yourself in danger, putting him in danger, and for what? Some bread?"
"I need the money,"
"Everybody need money! That don't mean you gotta sell yourself to get it!" He slammed his hand on the steering wheel. "You really think Yatta struggling to keep the lights on, keep you straight? You think your brother can't provide for you?"
"I know what the fuck he can do! But I’m not a charity case,"
"Nobody said you was! But you his blood, ma. You think that nigga wouldn't give you everything he got before he let you do this shit?" He turned down a street lined with big houses.
"You out here acting like you on your own when you got family that would die for you. That's the part that's pissing me off. You got options and you choosing this."
I felt tears burn behind my eyes. "You don't understand shit about me and my fucking life."
"I understand perfectly. You think 'cause that nigga fucked you over, you worthless.
You think all you got to offer is your body.
And you so deep in that lie, you willing to risk everything, your safety, your reputation, your brother's peace of mind, just to prove to yourself that you right.
" He pulled up to a gate, punched in a code.
"But you dead wrong, and I'ma show you that tonight."
His words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. The gate opened and he drove through, up a long driveway. and then I saw his house.
"Awww shit," I breathed.
It was fucking huge. It was a modern two-story house with floor to-ceiling windows, clean lines, and a perfectly manicured lawn. There was a three-car garage, an outdoor patio, mood lighting that made the whole place glow. This wasn't some trap house. This was legitimate wealth.
Sosa parked in the driveway and killed the engine.
"Come on."
I followed him to the front door, still in awe. He unlocked it and we stepped inside, and somehow the interior was even more impressive than the exterior.
The floors were white marble. The living room had a massive chocolate brown sectional couch, a TV that took up half the wall, expensive art on the walls. The kitchen was all stainless steel appliances and marble countertops. Everything was clean, modern, and clearly professionally decorated.
"You live here?" I asked stupidly.
"Nah, I just break into random cribs for fun." He locked the door behind us. "Yeah, this my shit. All of it."
"You and that slick ass mouth nigga;” she said shaking her head, “But anywayyysssss, you live here by yourself?"
"By myself." He walked past me toward the kitchen, pulling off his suit jacket and draping it over a bar stool.
"You want something to drink? I got water, juice, Don Julio 1942, Remy 1738, I got whatever."
"Water's fine."
I stood there awkwardly in the middle of his living room, still processing everything. The house, the fact that I was here, the way he'd just commanded me to leave with him and I just did what he said without a second thought.
He came back with two bottles of water, handing me one. "Sit down, ma. You making me nervous just standing there."
I sat on the edge of the couch, and he sat next to me, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body.
"So," he said, taking a sip of water, "you done playing escort?"
"It's not escorting—"
"Man, fuck all that you talking about. It’s selling pussy plain and simple." He turned to face me fully.
"Welp, if that’s whatchu’ wanna call it, it pays well."
"I don't give a fuck how well it pays." His voice was rising now.
"It’s a lot of money,"
"It ain't enough." He stood up, started pacing.
"It ain't never gonna be enough for what you giving up.
You out here letting these niggas think they can own you for a night if they pay the right price.
You letting them touch you, look at you, think about you like you some fucking commodity they can purchase. "
"You doing too much, Like forreal why do you even give a fuck? You not my man!"
"Yet."
The word hung in the air between us. He stepped closer, and I could see the intensity in his eyes, the way his chest was rising and falling.
"What?" I whispered.
"I said yet." He reached out, his hand gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him. "But that's about to change real quick. 'Cause I ain't about to keep watching you give my shit away."
"Sosa, I'm not yours,”
"Yes the fuck you are." His grip tightened slightly. "Been mine since I first saw you, you just ain't know it yet. But you about to learn tonight."
"You can't just…."
"Watch me."
And then he kissed me. And it wasn't soft or gentle.
It was rough, demanding, possessive. His lips moved against mine with a hunger that made my knees weak.
His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I could taste the mint from his gum.
His hands were everywhere, gripping my waist, sliding up my back, tangling in my hair and tugging hard enough to make me gasp.
And I kissed him back just as desperately, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling his solid muscles beneath his shirt, pulling him closer.
We stumbled backward until my back hit the wall hard. He pressed his whole body against mine, and I could feel every hard muscle, every inch of him. One of his hands slid down to grip my ass, squeezing it hard.
"Fuck," he groaned against my lips. "You feel what you do to me, ma? You feel how hard you got me?"
I could. I could feel exactly what I did to him, his dick was hard and thick pressing against my stomach through his pants.
"Sosa," I breathed. His lips moved to my neck, biting hard enough to make me cry out, then sucking on the spot.
"You been teasing me all night in this dress, looking fine as fuck, body sitting right, and you thought you was gon’ go home with somebody else? Nah. Fuck that. That ain't how this works."
"I didn't—"
"You did." His hand found the zipper of my dress, yanking it down roughly. "But it's aight, I'm bout to fuck you until you forget every other nigga that ever touched you."
He pulled my dress down and it fell to my feet, pooling around my heels. I was left standing in just my black lace thong and strapless bra, and his eyes went dark as they raked over my body, lingering on my breasts, my hips, my thighs.
"Goddamn," he said in a husky tone. "Look at you. I swear you fucking perfect. Body stupid as fuck, ma. Face pretty as fuck. You look like a goddess."
His hands were on me immediately, they were rough and demanding, sliding over my curves, squeezing, groping. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra with one hand, pulling it off and tossing it aside. My breasts spilled free and he groaned.
"Fuck, look at them pretty ass titties," he muttered, his large hands cupping them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they hardened into peaks. "Nipples juicy as hell."
He bent down and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his hand played with the other, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. I arched off the wall with a moan, my hands going to his head.
"Yea let daddy hear you bae," he said against my skin, switching to the other breast, his teeth grazing my nipple lightly.
"Oh god," I gasped as his teeth bit down harder.
He picked me up and my legs wrapped around his waist automatically, and carried me through the house. I barely registered where we were going. It was down a hallway, through a door, and into what must've been his bedroom.
The room was huge, dominated by a king-sized bed with black silk sheets. He laid me down on it, and the fabric felt cool against my heated skin. He stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at me with hunger in his eyes.
He yanked my thong down roughly, tossing it aside. Then he spread my thighs wide, looking at my pussy in a way that made me feel completely exposed and vulnerable.
"Fuck, look at this pretty ass pussy. Already wet for me. Look how your shit glistening, ma."
"Baby," I whimpered, trying to close my legs, embarrassed by how exposed I was.
"Nah, keep yo’ legs open. Let me see what's mine." His thumb brushed over my clit and I jerked. "Damn, I ain't even really touch you yet and you already dripping. This pussy been waiting for me, huh?"
"Yes," I gasped.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, it's been waiting for you."
"That's what I thought." He brought his thumb to his mouth, sucking my wetness off it, and groaned.
He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, grabbed my hips, and pulled me to the edge. Then his mouth was on me and I forgot how to think.
His tongue ran up my slit slowly, deliberately, from bottom to top, then circled my clit. I gasped, my hands flying to his head, and he looked up at me with dark eyes while his tongue kept working.
"I could eat this pussy all fucking day." he said against my pussy, the vibration making me moan.
And then he really went to work, His tongue dove inside me, fucking me with it while his nose rubbed against my clit. Then he pulled back, sucking my clit into his mouth, his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud while his tongue flicked over it rapidly.
"Oh fuck," I panted, my back arching off the bed. "Oh fuck, Sosa, that feels so good," I was moaning incoherently now, my thighs trembling around his head, my hands fisted in his locs.
"Sosa, I'm….I'm gonna…."
His fingers pumped inside of me faster, while his mouth sucked my clit harder, and then I was coming, screaming his name, my back bowing off the bed, my thighs clenching around his head.
My pussy clenched around his fingers gushing, and he groaned, working me through it, licking up everything, not stopping until I was pushing at his head because it felt too sensitive.
He kissed his way back up my body, leaving a trail of my own wetness on my skin, and when he reached my mouth, I could taste myself on his lips and tongue.
"You taste so fucking good," he murmured against my lips.