crimson
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Jahsir camein around 3:30 a.m. I sighed in relief when he turned the water on and showered the day off. I hadn’t slept all night, half-expecting the burner phone he gave me to ring. Jahsir and his lifestyle had my adrenaline in overdrive. But I signed up for it, so unwillingly, I rolled with it.
He slid into bed behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I felt the graze of his fingertips on my hip, then the weight of his bare chest pressing against my back. His dick was already hard, thick, and pulsing against me.
He trailed his fingers along my thigh, then slipped them inside my panties. I shuddered as he gently stroked my swollen nub. His lips landed on my neck and I closed my eyes, feeling his tongue flicking on my spot.
Instant waterfalls.
“Wet as fuck,” he whispered as my juices coated his fingers. “Open up, bae.”
I obeyed, lifting my right leg just enough, and I heard a small tear in my panties as he entered me from the side.
A low groan rumbled in his throat when he slid his dick in, stretching me open. My leg rested over his, anchoring me to him. I felt everything, the teasing of his first thrust, followed by thedeep roll of his hips as he pushed in again, intentionally deeper this time.
I arched my back instinctively, pushing against him, desperate for more. He read my body and slid his hand up under my tank top, cupping my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it pebbled against his touch. Jah’s other hand made its way between my thighs, rubbing slow, sensual circles on my clit while he moved inside me. The sensation of his fingers and his deep strokes overwhelmed me. I removed his hand and clenched my thighs together, trying to catch my breath. He slid his hand up to my neck and said,
“Put it back.”
My hand covered his as I dragged it back down my body, placing him between my thighs once again. His breath hitched as he rocked into me harder. Restraint slipped. His soft nibbles turned into bites. He gripped my waist tighter and began driving into me, every stroke deeper, rougher.
“Pussy milking my dick, Red,” he growled low against my ear. “You ready to come, baby?”
“Mm… yes,” I whispered, careful not to wake Scarlett.
“Do that shit. Ain’t no holding back.”
“Jah,” I breathed, submitting to complete bliss. My body obeyed his request, causing an orgasm that hit me like a wave. I screamed loud enough that I buried my face in the pillow, moaning uncontrollably as he kept delivering steady, lethal strokes.
Moments later, his body tensed and he released deep inside me. He kissed the back of my neck, soft and lingering. I turned to face him, laying my head on his sweaty chest. His arm stayed around me, holding me there. We stayed like that.
Skin to skin.
Breath to breath.
No words.
Just a quiet understanding.
Seeing Auntie Ruby was clarifying.I wasn't worked up, uncomfortable, or nothing. I guess that is what it meant to be at peace. I wanted to feel that way overall, which is why, after dodging Venus’s phone calls for a few days, I finally agreed to meet with her. I knew she wanted to give another apology, but truthfully, I didn't need it. I just wanted to stare her in her face, let her know I didn't give a damn about the past, and that I was only moving toward the future.
I didn't tell Jahsir I was meeting her. We'd spent the entire morning making love, and I didn't want to ruin that. Besides, I begged him not to leave the other day, and he did. I didn't ask any questions; I didn't need to. I knew he handled business, and sooner or later, it would be plastered all over the news.
The thought of Scarlett's biological father being dead left a weird feeling within me. He betrayed me in the worst ways, and if he was really gone, I'd never know why. Perhaps that's why I was taking this meeting with Venus. On one hand, I wanted nothing from her, but on the other, maybe a small part of me wanted real answers. Either way, telling Jahsir where I was going would derail the whole plan, so I didn't. I made him a quick breakfast while he played with Scarlett. Then I got dressed and headed out, stopping to drop Scarlett off to Zahara in the process.
Afterwards, I met Venus at the smoothie bar. She was late, of course, so I sat, people watching. I'd just fixated on a couple who looked like they had just come back from a jog, whenVenus breezed in. She was fashionable as always, commanding attention as she pranced through the tiny shop.
We greeted each other, and when she reached out for a hug, I declined, causing an embarrassed look to stretch across her face. She shook it off, then proceeded with her attempt at small talk.
“How’s Scarlett? She’s so beautiful, growing up quickly.”
“She’s great,” I smiled. “I can already tell her personality will be something else. She’s very feisty.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
Venus fidgeted with her fingers, looking around the smoothie shop. I was annoyed because she asked me to be here, not the other way around. The least she could do was keep the conversation flowing. Fed up with the silence, I finally asked, “Venus. Why am I here?”
