She sucked her teeth trying to play it off but I wasn’t having that. “Corey—
“I told you that Corey’s ass ain’t here.” She wanted to keep me up and talk, we were gonna do that shit for real.
“So what was that you were doing? Trying to prove a point?”
“Nah, Pretty, I was trying to fuck some gotdamn sense into your head. Since you seem to think I’mma a lil ass boy that will play these games with you I figured you needed a reminder on who the fuck I am and how the fuck I get down.”
“You’re so damn toxic.”
“No, you’re toxic. You have a man that’s sitting here willing to love you the way you deserve and yet you still too hung up on the past and what other people might think and it’s stopping you from living your life the way you deserve. It’s either that or you really ain’t fucking with me like that. If that’s so then let my ass go, P. Let me down easy.”
“None of this is easy but you see I’m making moves. I take fewer jobs, I’m focused on getting this marketing done and branding finished. I got a lot on my plate but my focus is on ensuring there is an us for when this empire is complete. Even though you out here fucking me like you hate me.”
“Nah, I could never hate you. I hate your ways because you over here denying what we both know is what we want and what we deserve but you too worried about Lyric. Be fucking concerned about you for once. Be too concerned about me. You so worried about losing yourself behind a man. How do you not see that I’m never a man who would hold you back? All I wanna do is hold you down. Be the support beneath you as you climb the ladder to success ensuring that you never slip and never fall. That’s life with me P. You never gone get what you want doingthe same shit you did before Porsha. And until you realize that, ain’t shit gone change between us in a good way.”
“I know. I’m good. We’re good. This is home.” Pretty patted my chest directly over my heart as she made that declaration.
“Bout damn time your ass came to that conclusion.”
She pouted at me thinking it was gone have me be nicer to her ass. “I don’t get any credit?”
“For being slow? Hell nah.” I kissed the top of her head and kept her wrapped up so that she knew I still loved her. “Glad you finally came to your senses, though.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Caught Up
PORSHA
“NO HANDS, P.”
We’d spent the entire weekend together and I hated to go back into work but it was necessary. Since he’d been working at the office that wasn’t too far from my salon, I’d dropped by as often as I could to see him. Between taking him food to eat and being eaten like he was a man starving, I could definitely get used to this type of carrying on.
Case in point now. I’d brought tacos for lunch from a local food truck because my ass didn’t cook, but I was doing my bestRiverdanceimpression as I bounced on my man’s dick with no hands.
Knew it was a good idea to wear this dress today.
I used all the muscles in my thighs to grind up and down his dick as I watched his face. His deep brown skin was glistening, the sheen thanks to the hard work I was putting in and his desire to keep himself from nutting the way I know he wanted to. With his bottom lip tucked, he was watching me rise and fall like the sight mesmerized him. I leaned over, feeling him even deeper inside of me as I ground my hips and then shoved my tongue between his deep brown lips, wanting to touch every part of him I could. He used his wide palm to grip my ass as we plundered the depths of one another’s mouths and held me in place and fucked me from the bottom. I moaned into his mouth almost forgetting that I needed to kiss him back as the pleasure from below overtook the pleasure his lips had provided me.
I felt like he still had the upper hand and I didn’t like it. Instead of getting mad, I broke our kiss and turned around so my back was facing his chest. I leaned forward and grabbed his ankles, dropped down on his dick almost ready to kill myself to get his nut.
“You must really be trying to feel something, Pretty.”
He was grunting as I rode him, taking in every inch of as I felt his hand snake up my back. When his fingers curled around my shoulder I felt him starting to fuck me back. My moans increased as he sat forward, thrusting his almost too big to handle dick into me fully.
“City…please don’t stop.”
“Fucked me too good, P. Bout to Basquiat the fuck outta your walls, baby.” He held me firmly pumping into me roughly before he leaned up fully and I felt his seeds spurt deep inside of me. We were both panting heavily and it took a second for us to calm down.
I moaned as he pulled out and I reached over to get my wipes out of my bag.
“You good? Seems like something is wrong.” He wiped his dick off with a wipe from my purse while I cleaned up myself. The way he was watching me was bothering me, like he knew this session was a setup for me to take my mind off of my problems.
“Nothing is wrong, just trying to figure out what I’m doing.”
“What you mean? I don’t know a lot about this hair shit, but when it comes to the hair shit, you run the hair shit. You just got the packaging thing done last week, is that not going right? I can make a visit to his ass if need be.”
Corey’s face was hard at the mere thought of someone not doing what they said they would do and I couldn’t help but smile.
