"Pussy so good," he grunted, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them apart.
“Ohhh you gon’ make me cum again,” I moaned.
“Nah not yet.” He said as he pulled out and flipped me onto my back again, pushing my legs up to my chest, folding me in half. Then he slid back in, even deeper in this position, and I gasped.
"I wanna see your face when I nut," he said, his rhythm becoming more erratic.
He was pounding into me now, chasing his own release, his face twisted in pleasure. Sweat dripped down his chest, his muscles flexing with each thrust.
"Fuck, I'm about to nut," he groaned. "This pussy got me ready to….fuck, ma, I'm coming,” He thrust deep one more time, holding himself there, his whole body tensing as he came. His dick pulsed inside me and I could feel it even through the condom. His grip on my thighs tightened, his eyes squeezed shut, a low groan ripping from his throat.
"Fuuuuck," he drew out, his body shuddering.
He stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, sweaty, completely spent. Then he slowly pulled out, and Iwinced at the sensitivity. He tied off the condom, tossed it in the trash by the bed.
He collapsed next to me, immediately pulling me into his arms so my head was on his chest. His heart was pounding under my ear, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Goddamn," he finally said. "Pussy too good. Got a nigga ready to risk it all."
I couldn't help but laugh weakly. "Risk what?"
"Everything. My business relationship with your brother. My freedom if he try to shoot me. Shit, my sanity. That pussy had me ready to nut in you raw, fuck a condom."
"Sosa!"
"I'm just keeping it real." His hand was stroking my back lazily.
"But nah, for real though. That was... fuck. That was different."
"Different how?"
"Just different. Better." He was quiet for a moment. "I want you to myself. No more of that escorting shit. No more Mr. Clyde. No more letting niggas pay for your time. Just you and me."
I lifted my head to look at him. "Sosa, you don't even know me like that to just be demanding some shit from me."
"I know enough." His hand came up to cup my face. "I know you smart, I know you strong, and I know you been hurt and that's why you out here doing what you doing. And I know that I want you, ma. For real. Not just for tonight, not just for the sex. I want all of you." "You can't just decide that,"
"I just did." He pulled me back down against his chest. "And you can fight it if you want, but we both know you don't really want to. You wouldn't be here if you ain't want this too."
He was right, and I hated it. But also... I didn't hate it. Being in his arms felt right in a way nothing had felt right in a longtime. I was quiet for a moment, then the reality of the situation hit me.
"I gotta tell Yatta."
"Tell him what?"
"That we're..." I gestured between us. "That we're fucking around.”
"Nah."
I lifted my head again. "What do you mean, nah?"
"I mean nah you aint gotta do it, I'll tell him." His voice was firm,
"Sosa—"
"Listen." He sat up a little, keeping me in his arms. "That's your brother, yeah, but he's also my mans. if I'm making you mine, then I need to go to him about it the right way. Man to man. Not have you running to him talking about we fucking now."
"I wasn't going to say it like that,"