Page 26 of Chemistry: The Chemist

“Get dressed.”

“Release me and I will.”

I can’t. Physically, yes. Mentally, I refused.

Dark, devilish eyes peered up at me. She was in no hurry to leave my presence. I wasn’t in a hurry to let her.

Those lips, they wouldn’t let me. There hadn’t been a pair my dick stood for in my lifetime. Not a pair I craved. Not a pair I adored. Not a pair…

“Ed–”

They pressed against mine, against my will. Her tongue entered my mouth, stealing my breath and feasting on her remnants. I could still taste it. Taste her.

Hungrily, she consumed me. It wasn’t until she was full, at capacity, that she pulled away. Breathlessly, I sucked in a lung full of oxygen.

Everything inside of me had awakened and I had the right mind to bend her ass over and break her in half. However, I was a man of my word.

Niggas were willing to pay. I was willing to pay more.

I needed her to understand that shit, write it down, and take a mental picture if necessary. Whatever she needed to do to understand there wasn’t a nigga in the world fucking with me. Not on the first night or the last. Not ever.

“Goodbye, Eden.”

I nodded toward the door where she should’ve been long ago. With my right hand, I tried wiping evidence of her gratification from my lips, from my face. I only smeared that shit.

Pissed, I watched her walk away, fighting the urge to pull her tall ass to the ground by that long ass ponytail until she fell to her knees and filled her mouth with something other than my tongue. I promise I had something better. Something bigger. Something blacker.

Slowly, she ripped my flesh with each step. Intentionally exposing me. Intentionally stripping me. Intentionally luring me. Intentionally fucking with me.

Her ponytail swung from one side to the other, dramatic as she was. As our connection was. As our night had been.

The fucking devil wears red bottoms.

I shed the coat. The hoodie was next. Beneath it was a solid white shirt. My chain sat atop my chest. I discarded my belongings before taking a seat. When I opened the Brandy, I placed the bottle to my lips and sipped. She’d left me empty, thirsting for more.

The glass on the table sufficed for a while. I tipped it toward my face a few times before the slender figure appeared across the room. The threshold of the door housed her silhouette.

The automatic connection to my phone made the application of music simple. A few buttons and the speakers were activated. That smoldering fire within her was reactivated.

Full force. Unmanageable. Uncontainable. Unpredictable.

“Something’s got a hold on me lately. No, I don’t know myself anymore. Feels like the walls are all closing in and the devil’s knocking at my door.”

My thoughts. My feelings. My fears. My troubles. My faults. My sentiments. They were spilled over the beat that built intensely.

Money rained down on her. It didn’t take but a second for me to determine I’d give her the entire bag. Lending my attention to anything other than her seemed to be against whatever rules she’d made up in her little head. Because, before I could reach for more, she’d kicked the bag away from me.

Goddamn. Eden spared me none. She was on me, fingers trailing my skin as she stared me dead in the eye, making my soul curl and my dick ooze. Hardened nipples doubled the saliva in my mouth. When she snatched the top off completely, it all dried.

The thong was next. As if she was in a hurry to break my bones, clutch my balls… key my heart–she stripped down to her skin. My skin. That fucking skin.

“Did I tell you I’m no good at being alone? Yeah. It’s taking a toll on me. Trying my best to keep from tearing the skin off my bones.”

Pussy lips greeted me as she bent over, grabbing both ankles. Her flexibility was commendable. I made a mental note to bend her, fold her in every goddamn direction.

Effortlessly, she disrupted me. Wholly. Nothing was intact. Not a single part of me. I became undone watching her.

She was magic. She was mystical. She was un-fucking-believable.

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