She’s steam beam mad by the time we pull up. I’m talking, boiling hot. I get why. Sexy outfit. Kid-free. And her baby daddy busted up the play. She pulled that shit on me, I’d be mad, too. Especially since we not on the same page.
I turn off the engine and sigh. “Look–”
“Go get my fucking baby so I can go home, nigga,” she thunders. But then she takes off her seat belt and turns toward me. “You know, you got some fucking nerve. I’m single, Rahshad. Single as a dollar bill, until the moment I say ‘I do,’ foreal.”
“Oh, you single?”
“Damn right I am!” she folds her arms, narrowing her eyes at me. “You upped and left for months. Then come back and I hearyou claiming Sahara, got her up at your showandleft with her withmypussy still on ya grill. But I can’t get to know anyone?”
“That’s what you be doing? Getting to know niggas?” I take off my seatbelt and move my Tec to the floor of my seat.
“Yup,” she says, rolling that neck of hers.
“You can’t be friendly like that being my girl, Mace. Only reason I ain’t wipe PC off the earth is ‘cause you ain’t ever send no nudes back to him.”
“Wha… how… what?” Macy flutters those eyelashes and I smirk.
She’s so damn fine when she’s flustered. I’m getting harder and harder watching the wheels in her head turn.
“How do you even know–”
I cock my head to the side. “I know everything about you Macy. I know yo favorite video to watch when you play with yourself, though I like to imagine you think about me, too. I know every nigga that ever had the pleasure of feeling you, and the niggas that wish you gave them a chance. Just like I know the good Doctor Dan signed over them parental rights like I told him to, so I can adopt my baby girl.”
She can’t help but simper, like I knew she would, just for a second, before she shakes her head. “You’re crazy,” she whispers.
I lick my lips, noting her hardening nipples. “I told you I was, baby. And I told you to act accordingly.”
Her face balls up immediately and she scoffs, reaching and yanking the door open. “I’m single,baby. And since you know everything, you know Miss Niggas don’t stay single for long. Told you you’d be a stay at home dad.” She blows a kiss at me but I’m out the car before she can even close the door.
I see her brace herself, ready for war, but I’m not even on that. These power dynamics lame as hell, and a defense mechanism foreal. My baby feels out of control for the first time in her life.
Which means my assumption was right.
I smirk as I palm the back of her head and bring my lips to hers. I taste the liquor she’s been drinking, that minty lip gloss she loves, and her unique taste I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
She lets me in immediately when I lick the seam of her lips, but goes right back to fighting for control. She’s so set on leading the kiss she don’t even realize I’m opening her door behind her.
A surprised gasp leaves her when I push her back, and she squeals when I lift her onto the seat.
“Shad–”
I open the back passenger door all the way, closing us in. I pull my phone out and make sure the cameras can’t see us before I put it back in my pocket.
“Can’t nobody see us.” I rub the drenched seat of her panties before pulling it away, letting the cool air hit that fat pussy of hers.
She hoods her eyes. “Then what you waiting for?”
I fist her thong and rip it off of her before pulling my dick out my joggers. I tug it once, making precum leak out.
I pull her ass all the way off the seat and rub my head over her lips, spreading her essence around. Her pussy’s weeping for me, begging me to fill her.
“Pussy greedy as fuck, Mace,” I groan, easing myself inside.
“Oh, shittttttt,” she hisses.
Damn. Inch by inch I fill her, feeling that shit deep in my bones. It’s like my sanity breaks in pieces the farther I go, shattering completely when I bottom out and her ass is flush with my pelvis.
I lowkey fall over, but play it off, planting one hand on the seat and another on the middle console. Macy’s staring up at me like we two lions play fighting in the African jungle, and I gotta look away so I don’t blast off.
