“He’s notthatcrazy, J. I ain’t worried about him. It’s you that he’s really trying to harm, but I’m going to be sure he never does. That’s what those six big niggas I hired are for. I don’t want you to worry about shit. Okay?” I nodded. “What else is on your mind?”
“Us. Or rather what’s happening between us. I feel myself falling for you. I don’t know if it’s because I’m having hero syndrome or if my feelings for you are real.”
“You don’t think they’re real?”
“I feel like they are… I’m just conflicted because liking you is wrong, but it feels right.”
“It’s not wrong, Jela. I want you to start erasing thoughts of my brother from your system. If you want this with me, be as bold as you are when you’re fucking me. I’m telling you right now… there is nothing that’s going to make me stop fucking with you. The moment I saw your face, I was hooked.
“The kiss at the arcade sealed it. I wanted you for myself because I knew my brother was doing you dirty just by looking into your eyes. Whatever is happening between us, I want it. I just hope that you want the same.”
“I do.”
“Then be my lady. Let me lead you to that place where love is the only goal for us.” I wrapped my arms around him and brought his lips to mine. Our tongues explored each other's mouths as he lifted me and placed me on his desk. He slipped my silk nightie over my head while I pushed at his joggers. His dick sprang out, and I grabbed it, stroking it until it was rock hard. Climbing from the desk, I turned around and bent over, soon feeling Truce guide himself inside of me. My eyes closed, feeling a sweet vibration course through me.
“Shit,” he groaned, grabbing my hips and thrusting forward.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned.
“That’s right, mama. Throw that pussy back at me.”
“Like this?” I asked, throwing it back at him.
“Just like that, baby. Mmhmm, that arch is perfection.”
“Shit, Truce… Damn,” I moaned, almost on my tiptoes. I couldn’t stop the tears resting in my eyelids; I was overstimulated in the best way. His dick was so good, I wanted him to live inside of me.
“Uh un, don’t run, mama. Give me all that. You’re doing so good, baby. You gon’ miss me, Jela?”
“Yessss.”
“I’ma miss you too, baby. Come here.”
He lifted the top half of my body and turned my head, driving his tongue into my mouth. He pinched my right nipple, then the left one, before running his fingers down my abdomen to my pussy and rubbing my clit. His touch caused my body to overreact, and I entered a state of euphoria.
“Truce…”
“Yeah, baby.”
“I’m about to cum.”
“Me too. Shit, Jela.” He pumped a few more times before he pulled out of me, smearing his cum on my ass while my essence ran down my thighs as my body vibrated fiercely.
There was no turning back.
I was officially in love with this man.
Truce kissed up my back as his hands rubbed me down while I lay sprawled across his desk. He lifted me from the hardwood mahogany desk, and I wrapped my legs around him once he turned me around and picked me up. Lying my head on his broad shoulder while kissing his neck, I thought of nothing else except how this man made me feel. He walked us to the bedroom, led us into the en suite bathroom, and started the shower. Once we were all cleaned up, he dried us off, then carried me to the bedroom and got in bed, spooning me. My eyes instantly became heavy from being in his warm embrace. I didn’t know what was next for Truce and me. All I knew was that I was all in now and prayerfully… forever.
It was nine-thirty in the morning when Scottlyn decided that she was done resting and began screaming for me to get her. I rolled over in bed, hearing the shower going, and knew that Truce was preparing to leave us. I hurriedly got out of bed, puton my robe, and went to get out of her room. When I entered, she was hanging off the side of her crib, screaming because she had somehow gotten herself stuck to the bedpost.
“Oh my God, Scottie Pie! What in the world are you doing?” I rushed over to her, detached her sleeper, and hoisted her on my hip while laughing. “Your little butt was doing too much. You’re not old enough to reach the floor yet.” I kissed her chunky cheeks.
“Ma-Ma, ish per no.”
Whatever you just said, baby.
“Okay, baby. You ready to eat?”
