“You knew to wait to give me this pussy,” he said against my mouth. “You knew you’d have a nigga stalking yo’ ass after givingthem this good shit.” He pressed his mouth against mine and I felt when he jerked inside me.
My pussy clenched immediately and he slid one hand between my thighs to flick my clit and make me cum with him.
“There we go.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and bounced me on his dick while I came. “There we fucking go.” He held me against his chest for a few while we tried to catch our breaths then slowly let me go and I fell forward, his semi hard dick sliding out of me.
I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
I was on the brink of tears and wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to give this dick up, whether it was actually mine or not.
3
I was obsessed with Jiselle and didn’t mean that as a figure of speech. I meant that shit for real. She didn’t know it yet but she would be my wife and the mother of my children. I’d had a burning desire to take care of her since we’d met my first night on the job. She’d gotten into a bar fight with a drunk man who had tried to slide his hand down her skirt, nut checked him, then hit him over the head with a bottle. I’d been hooked ever since.
I’d slapped a tracker on her car not even a month later and now I checked that shit like the morning paper to make sure she made it home safely and to each of the dots she visited frequently. As nice as Jiselle was, I wasn’t confident she had the best street smarts and refused to let shit happen to her. I wanted to know if she got stuck on the side of the road or at someone else’s spot.
Now that we’d actually fucked, Jiselle’s life had been decided for her. If she thought she could put pussy that good on me and get away with it, she was out of her fucking mind.
The longer I looked at her, the more I wanted to just hide her from the world.
I grabbed her ankle and massaged it since she frequently complained about her feet and the shoes she wore. She lifted aneyebrow while she hit her bong and I grinned at the expression. She was so fucking pretty, sitting in front of me in an oversized T-shirt and nothing else, her bright pink bong in hand and all of her hair on top of her head. We’d taken a shower together after fucking, then she offered to let me hang out for a little bit and of course I agreed. I wasn’t in a rush to go home.
“I don’t want this to be a one night stand,” I said.
Selle lowered her bong, inhaled, blew the smoke out, and blinked at me.
“Uhm, Stone,” she said gently. “You realize I’m a hoe, right?”
“So? You can be my hoe,” I offered. She laughed and I couldn’t stop myself from joining her. “I don’t care about that stupid shit,” I said and switched to her other foot. “No matter how many times you say it, I won’t care.”
“I do sex work,” she clarified. “My entire asshole is on the internet somewhere.”
“And? I still don’t care.”
“Trust me. After a while, all men care.”
She took another hit from her bong then set it on her bedside table and leaned back on both hands. She let the smoke drift from her mouth.
“I keep telling you I’m not like all men.”
“Right.” She lifted her head to look at me. “So, why are you single?”
“Been waiting for you.” I shrugged.
“I hate how smooth you are,” she countered and pulled her foot from my grasp to kick me lightly. “I’m serious. It’s just us in here. Show me yours and I’ll show you mine. You’re hot and fuck like your life depends on it. You do the whole door opening, sweatshirt giving shit women would fawn all over. Why don’t you have someone?”
“Before? I was in and out of jail. Now, I’ve been too busy to pursue shit. You saw the car seat. I’ve been helping my brotherraise his kid and handling more shit and I don’t know. Nobody was worth trying to find a balance for until you.” I licked my lips and watched her eyes flick toward them. “Now show me yours.”
“There’s nothing to show. It’s hard dating when you’re a sex worker and I refuse to delete my account and be financially dependent on a man which ends up being an issue when the whole dating thing starts to become serious.”
“I don’t blame you for not wanting to depend on a man. Shit. I respect it.”
“Sure you do.”
“I’m serious. My mom was one of those women who let a man leave her high and dry with multiple kids. I understand wanting to have your own.”
“But?”
“There’s no but. That’s it.”