"You got me acting all discombobulated and shit, Sia. You know that ain't even how I look at you, love!"
"Is that your way of apologizing? I can't read your mind. I only know what you say and how you say it."
The look of regret wavered over his face, but it didn't wash anything away.
He removed his hand from his face and replaced it with prayer hands, then took a deep breath.
"Baby I want you. I don't know how else to show you that I been wanting you, Sia."
"I hear you, but nigga that ain't enough," I spat and brushed past him, and sauntered my way out of the restaurant.
Everything was done in rapid speed, because I didn't want to risk him running after me. How the fuck am I going through shit with a nigga who don't even belong to me?
Dose was blocked on everything!
I don't even tolerate disrespect from niggas I fuck with, so what made him think I'd tolerate it from him. That's the issue! He thinks because he has money and wealth that he can talk and treat women any kind of way and they're supposed to fall in his hands like putty? I know a lot of goofballs who would praise him, but not me. I'll never let a nigga treat me like some black licorice. I can play big bank take lil' bank with a rich nigga right now and I'd come out on top.
I'm way too grown to be pussy-footing with grown-ass niggas who want women to stroke their egos and Dose fell into that category, but as much as I wanted to loathe over how ain't-shit most men are, I still have work to do.
It was near midnight and I was logging into my After Dark account. Day by day my DMs were flooded with people seeking a response, but most of them were lonely-ass men wanting somebody to talk to. Exiting out of my DMs I went to my main page and clicked on the camera icon so I could go live for a few minutes.
I'd just taken a shower and I was naked, with baby oil glistening all over my body. Then I removed my robe, to expose my perky breasts, and bare pussy. Slightly, I ran my handthrough my hair as I pressed live. In seconds people started coming in and sending me so much love and saying nasty shit. I grinned and responded to a few of the comments, before springing into action.
I leaned back in my desk chair, spread my pussy lips and inserted a finger in my pussy hole, to spread my sap all over my pussy to drench it in wetness and released a low moan when my finger grazed over my clit. It almost felt like I pulled the plug on a stopper, because doing that caused my juices to naturally flow down to my asshole. After doing that, I inserted two fingers into my pussy and finger fucked myself as I leaned back further in my chair with my mouth gaped open from the pleasure.
Fucking me is something I really enjoy because I know how much I can take. I'm not really celibate though, I just haven't found a nigga worthy of fucking. Getting me to give my pussy isn't the easy part, so the streets say. The last nigga I fucked, was the last nigga I fucked! It was good, but afterwards I felt nothing and I told myself I wouldn't fuck another nigga again.
My hips began to grind as I got into my groove. It was beginning to feel good, so fucking good that my toes were starting to curl and white cum began to coat my hands like casts. This is what I live for. I love a good fuck session with myself when my body knows how to listen to me. Niggas can't fuck me like this and I be satisfied—too tired to do anything else.
I was so close to cumming that I started rolling my hips harder and faster, making ugly fuck faces, and pinching my nipples. I could feel my nut rising and rushing towards my head that I didn't want to lose it, so when I felt squirt gush from my pussy, I rode the wave, harder and harder, allowing my body to do whatever it needed to do before releasing another bucket of squirt.
That sent me on a high and the adrenaline rush had faded. My pussy began to throb around my fingers and my clit beganto thump, causing extra sensitivity. I was floored after that and couldn't take much of the strenuous pleasure, so I ended the live after reading the comments and seeing how much I made in a matter of five minutes.
A notification popped up on After Dark.com, it was an urgency message which meant they paid a fee to send it. The sender's name was Mr. Pay For Shit. Out of curiosity, I opened it. The name didn't ring a bell and there were minimal people who were willing to send me an urgent message. When I clicked on the name we didn't have any engagement at all.
Mr. Pay For Shit
I need to see that pretty motherfucker in 4K!
Then you have to send 4K! You thought paying the fee to text me was it? This a pay phone, not a play phone.
How you want it?
Zelle.
I responded, then I sent my information. It took a matter of ten seconds and Mr. Pay For Shit had become a good friend.
I did my part now you do yours.
A woman of my word, I clicked the camera icon to go live and their face popped up. My eyes bulged out of my head seeing that it was Dose. He was casually staring in the camera screen shirtless, which meant he'd just got done doing content, or he'd just hopped out of the shower and hadn't gotten dressed yet. A blunt was sparked between his fingers. Releasing a gasp, I covered myself up and attempted to end the live, but he had that feature removed on his end. It was a thing After Dark hadincorporated to reduce scammers, but all I had to do was unplug the cord on my computer. I doubt Dose would go above and beyond to flag my account or would he?
"Don't!" His deep voice carried a heavy baritone that scared the shit out of me.
"Why are you doing this?" I sighed, with the robe clutched tight in my hands. "This is sick as hell of you!"
"It was either that or pull up? You ain't have to block me on everything, Sia. Fuck I did to you!" Smoke seethed from his nostrils as he talked and it was the sexiest shit ever. "A nigga ain't got no choice but to jump through hoops and shit just to reach you."
"Maybe when I had you blocked that meant I don't want to be reached. How hard is it for you to understand."