That last part hit somewhere low in my stomach. My breath shook a little. “I don’t need…”
“Yes, the fuck you do.” He stared at me like he could see my whole soul. “It’s been what? Three, four days since I been in you?” My thighs trembled, and he knew it. “Mmhmm,” he said under his breath. “Lemme fix that shit right now.”
Before I could breathe, he grabbed my waist and spun me around, pressing my front into the wall. My palms slapped against it as his body pinned mine in place. “Keon…” I whispered, already breathless.
“You don’t listen ‘less I make you,” he said in my ear, voice deep, low, and dangerous. “And you been testin’ the hell outta me.”
His hand slid between my thighs, dragging up slowly until he found heat. My pussy was wet, sensitive, already reacting to him before he even really touched me. For the last few days, I just hadn’t been in the mood, and Knuck respected it, but I could tell he was about to be on demon time.
He peeled my leggings down to my knees in one rough, frustrated motion, like he was tired of the fabric being in his way. Then I heard the heavy sound of his belt unclicking, the zip sliding down, and his jeans hitting the floor behind me. My whole body reacted. I didn’t even turn around. I didn’t have to. I could feel him.
He wrapped his arm under my chest, holding me tighter. “I want you to remember this shit next time you act like you got itall figured out. You mine, Ny. Youleanon me. Youneedme. You hear me?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Say that shit again.”
“I need you.”
“Louder.”
“Ineedyou, Keon.”
“That’s what the fuck I thought,” he grunted, moving me towards the couch. Bending me over, he inserted two thick fingers inside me in one hard, deep thrust that stole my breath.
“Babe, oh my God…” I moaned, arching into his hand. Knuck curled his fingers just right, dragging another helpless sound out of me. He pulled his fingers out just to grab my hips and yank them back, forcing my ass higher, back arching even more. “Babe…”
“You wanna run yourself into the ground?” he asked, dragging his tongue from my pussy to my ass crack. I quivered as he asked, “You wanna act like you ain’t got a whole nigga who handles every fuckin’ thing?”
“N-no…”
“Good,” he growled, lining himself up. “‘Cause I’m ‘bout to remind you exactly who the fuck takes care of you.” Then he pushed into me, slow at first, stretching me open, making my mouth fall apart. He went deeper and deeper until the sound that ripped out of me didn’t even sound human.
“Fuucckkkk,” I gasped, grabbing the couch pillow with both hands, damn near knocking my laptop on the plush area rug.
Knuck cursed under his breath. “I knew it. I fuckin’ knew you needed this.” He pulled out slowly, then slammed back into me so hard my body jerked forward. I cried out as Knuck grunted, his pace turning punishing and deep, each thrust landing exactly where stress lived in my body. “Just let me be your nigga. Your man. Your future husband.”
“Babe… ohhh, shhhiiittt…”
“You think I like seein’ you tired?”
Thrust.
“You think I’m out here grindin’ for fun?”
Thrust.
“I’m doin’ all this so you can live that soft girl life shit.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“I know you a boss, and I respect it…”
Hard thrust.
“…but just listen to me, aight?” I nodded so fast I was shaking. “Tell me you hear me.”
“I… hear… you…”