Page 16 of Jagged Edges

The shots I’d taken in addition to the lows of my night haunted me as I prepared to exit the bar. Still, beside my seat, I waddled in the sadness of spending another night alone. Though Brisk had been with mementallysince our departure all those days ago, it was physically that I craved her the most. Notsexually, but her body pressed against mine as we made light conversation on the way to sleep. And, there when my eyes open and the sun peeled back its, layers on the rise.

“Going somewhere?” the familiar voice caused me to turn in the opposite direction in search of the face it belonged to.

“Home,” I responded once my eyes were on her.

“Can I come?” she pouted.

After the shit she’d pulled at the airport, I had every intention to deny the request. However, the lingering thoughts of Brisk - or her absence and my need for patience rather - had me in a fucking frenzy. Since she couldn’t be home with me, I’d take the next best thing.

“That depends, Cash,” I warned.

“On what?” she questioned, posting a hand on her hip.

It poked out without effort. She had the type of ass that you could see from the front. Though she was built to perfection naturally, she’d had enhancements. I was against the changes, but she loved them. They suited her and the lifestyle she led, but she was just fine without them.

“Where your head is. As far as I’m concerned, this one is for the road. Nothing more, nothing less,” I broke it down to her.

“For the road?” she hissed, “Since when?”

“Since seven nights ago,” I informed her, “No feelings. No strings. If you can’t handle that then I’m not sticking my dick inside of you.”

“It’s me you’re talking to, Bello. I just hope you can handle it.” Sarcastically, she replied with a wink.

Darkness shadedthe uneasiness I felt as Cash and I stepped into my place. She’d followed me from the bar after I’d made it abundantly clear that I wasn’t bringing her back to get it in the morning. Her heels knocked against the floor, announcing our presence before we entered any section of the loft.

She was the epitome of sexy, undoubtedly. Cash possessed an overwhelming amount of pride that only a woman fullyconfident in herself could. And for the longest, that simple trait had drawn me to her time after time. Her nose and chest pierced the air of any dwelling she occupied - mine included.

We wasted no time unclothing. I was much quicker than her, utilizing the extra minute to stroke my dick as she rid herself of the extras that consumed her skin. Blemish free. Ass, titties, and the stomach. Perfect everything. She was flawless.But, she isn’t Brisk, a little voice in my head yelled. I silenced it with my own words.

“All fours,” I coached.

“But, I want to suck it,” Cash opposed.

“I said all fours,” I reiterated. Unraveling the condom wraps, two at once.

She knew and so did I that she wasn’t running shit in my bed and nowhere else. Whatever the fuck I said was final. That’s why she couldn’t let go of me. It was the sole reason she wouldn’t even after all these years. She walked the rest of the niggas she encountered like dogs, but for me she submitted. She had no other choice.

“Belloooooooooo,” she started to protest, again, but was silenced into submission with my hammer as I tried knocking the bottom out of her pussy on the first stroke. That’s what she craved. Rough, hard sex.

I’d doubled the condoms on my rod, refusing to allow the tiniest possibility of her pussy touching my skin come to fruition. I was off limits and after the first stroke, I knew I was out of line.Fuck,I chastised.

The third and fourth strokes proved difficult as my dick softened by the second. By stroke five, it was impossible to continue, forcing me to pull out.

Plop.

The sound her pussy made when I exited it was glorious. Cash was drenched. Pussy dripping and desperate for a pounding thatI simply couldn’t supply. Biting the inner corner of my mouth, I had to admit that maybe she was onto something back at the bar.

I can’t handle it. Cash was correct.

“What’s the matter with daddy?” She referred to my dick, turning around and falling to her knees, “Let me kiss him and I bet he perks right up.” She offered. Gently, I pushed her backward, but she still managed to fall on her ass.

“I’m good, Cash. Get up,” I instructed, extending my arm to help her from the floor. “Wash yourself up and you can take the bed.”

She was intoxicated. That, I knew as much and didn’t want her endangering her life trying to make it home. She’d swerved the entire drive back to my place. I’d imagined she was busy texting on her phone, but she assured me it wasn’t the case on the way up. Without a doubt, I knew I wasn’t letting her out of my sight until she sobered up.

“What?” She shrieked, confused.

“I’m just not feeling it, Cash.”

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