"You have a way of showing your horns, Dose."
"Oh forreal," his brow raised. "You ain't supposed to be afraid of the Devil, love."
"I'm not afraid. I have horns too, love." I uttered mockingly.
"Then we're one in the same and that makes two of us."
"Your father didn't teach you to be careful what you ask for."
"He did. As a matter of fact," he cut the beginning of his sentence to wipe his mouth with a napkin. "He also taught me to know how to handle whatever I asked for."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, love. Sia, I manifested you, baby. It ain't no escaping from me."
"You think that's all it takes, nigga?"
"Once you get a dose of me, that's all you'll need."
"I see right through you, Dose. You can't bullshit a bullshitter."
He chuckled. "Who said anything about me bullshitting you? I wouldn't take it this far to do that. I done spent bread just to be next to you and I ain't even sniff the pussy yet."
"Hmph. You got to pay to play. Did your dad leave that part out?"
His tawny-colored eyes continued to give me an intense stare that I couldn't handle. Everything about this ain't-shit-ass nigga was screaming run, but I'll be damned if I did and I'd slip andfall on purpose. I'm certain that if I swiped my hands over my pussy then my fingers would be coated in sap. He was having an effect on me, that I was trying to tug away from. If he called it The Dose Effect, then I was already hypnotized because it was looming over me.
He was sexy as hell from head to toe, fine enough to let him do whatever he wanted to do to me and I wouldn't complain. For a while, I fought this feeling, because of the turnout. When he ate his jaw flexed. When he swallowed, his Adam's apple jumped. When he smiled, the dimple in his left cheek peeped through his thick beard. Dose was all-bad news and I noticed every bit of it.
"Let me taste it," he commanded, the same as he did the first time we met in person, at KC's album release.
"Dose," I sighed as I clenched my thighs tight as if that would stop my sap from running down my legs like water. "Stop that," I muttered with a shaky voice.
His eyes held heavy desperation as he bit down on his bottom lip, eye-fucking me. Then he stood up, making me gape my mouth open in shock, unable to talk. Though the wine had quenched my thirst, suddenly my tongue went dry and my mind went blank, unable to form words.
Dose unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt and got down on his knees. His neck craned before meeting my bald pussy face to face.
"I need to hear you say yes, Sia."
Still unable to talk, I nodded my head.
"I need to hear you, love," he muttered, with his hands on the hem of my dress, raising it up.
"Um," I cleared my throat. "Yes. Yes," I repeated for good measure.
He gave me a slight grin before licking his lips. "Good girl."
Then he commanded, "Lay back for me."
Complying, my back touched the cold chair. The coolness made me hiss just a tad. Slowly, I spread my thighs wide, giving him a visual of what he was begging for. I don't know why my heart was beating so fast. Clearly this wasn't my first time getting my pussy ate. Nya used to say, whenever you're nervous during sex, that means you know you're about to get the business. I knew what Dose was capable of and maybe that's the reason.
I knew the heights he'd take with women and he was a pleasure. With just one long lick, women would tremble their legs, close their eyes and curl their toes from his master skills at tongue-fucking.
He didn't eat pussy like a rookie. He ate pussy like a man—like he knew what he was doing with it. He'd put his nose in and rub it against the vulva, then he'd spit on it. I wasn't new to his content and some of it, I enjoyed long enough to watch more than once or save the tab.
Now, he gripped my lower body and pulled me towards him. My thighs were still spread. However, he spread them wider, gazing at my pussy like he was in a daydream. I knew I had a pretty pussy because I'd been told multiple times and I kept it waxed. I suffer from hyperpigmentation just a little, but I'm not insecure about it. Still, watching him stare at my pussy had me wanting to know what he was thinking.
"You didn't have me do all this just to stare at my pussy, did you?"