Page 29 of Hooked on Loving Him

“Hold on, Kayshon. Go sl—mm. Go slower,” Ashari says, reaching back to push me off her.

“Fuck. This shit is too good to slow down. Move your hand.” Slapping her hand like she’s a two-year-old, I dig deeper into her guts.

“Kay—Kayshon. Wait,” Ashari says.

Ignoring her pleas, I thrust into her tunnel with punishing and deep strokes, chasing my nut as my toes begin tingling, forcing me to grip her waist. My mouth twists as I clench my teeth, and I feel the familiar sensation rising to the surface.

“Fuck!” I shout when my nut shoots from the tip of my dick into the condom I thankfully took the time to put on. Stilling over Ashari’s back, I hover as sweat drips from my forehead onto her bare back.

“Wow,” Ashari mumbles.

“I know. This shit was banging.” Easing out of Ashari’s pussy, I drop beside her on the mattress as it squeaks in protest.

I throw my arm over my eyes and attempt to regulate my breathing as silence fills the air around the tent.

“Uh, can you take me home now?” Ashari asks.

“I thought you could stay with me. I had this space set up for us,” I say without the presence of my eyes as my dick twitches slightly.

“Humph. Wow. Okay.” Movement from Ashari hits my ears simultaneously as fatigue begins taking over my body.

In a matter of seconds, I’m out like a nigga who's been in the ring fighting an opponent with Evander Holyfield's speed and accuracy. Uncovering my dick to dispose of the condom, make sure Ashari is comfortable, and anything else takes a back seat to allow sleep to take precedence over everything.

*chirp, chirp, chirp*

The sound of birds chirping has me stirring and opening my eyes to realize that I’m still lying on my back with the condom covering my dick as it hangs on my thigh. Looking beside me, I frown instantly at not seeing Ashari lying next to me.

“Where the hell is she?” I ask groggily.

Sitting up, I look around the tent as if Ashari would somehow appear, despite the small capacity within this space. Without making a mess, I slowly peel the condom from my dick and tie it in a knot before grabbing my discarded clothes. With my mind on Ashari’s whereabouts, I quickly put on my clothes and leave the tent. The lanterns still glow despite the sun shining bright in the sky, causing me to turn them off before making my way to my back door.

“Ashari. Ashari,” I call out as soon as I enter the house as silence pierces the atmosphere, causing my forehead to wrinkle. “Where is she?”

Moving further into the house, I first head to the front door, noting that both locks are secured. My eyebrows squish together as I rub my beard before disengaging the locks and pulling open the front door. Stepping onto my porch, my eyes dart left to rightbefore I reenter the house, lock the door, and jog up my stairs to the second floor.

“Ashari,” I call as silence again greets me like a bucket of water, letting me know that Ashari isn’t here. “What the fuck? Where the hell did she go, and why didn’t she wake me to say something before doing so?”

Entering my bedroom, I plop down on my bed before removing my phone from my pocket and dialing her number.

The customer is unavailable.

“What the fuck,” I say when the automated voice sounds in my ear, causing me to hang up and dial Ashari’s number, only to get the same result. “I know she didn’t block my fucking number.”

The following Thursday…

*doom, doom, doom*

Stepping back from the door,I wait for the resident to acknowledge my intense knocks. My frown deepens as more time passes, and my impatience grows. Nearly a week and absolute silence has me on the verge of losing my shit. I’ve reached my limit with waiting, so here I am, popping up because I’m over this bullshit. Hearing the locks disengage has my eyes razor-focused on the screen door as the front door opens, and the object of my affection and current irritation comes into view.

“Why are you here?”

I’m unsure if the look of boredom or the nonchalance in Ashari’s tone disturbs me more, but I walk closer to the screen door she has yet to open.

“Fuck you mean? I haven’t heard from or seen your ass since you dipped without a trace or breadcrumb to let me know you were leaving.”

Ashari rolls her eyes while resting her right hand on her waist but making no attempt to unlock the screen for me to get any closer to her. My jaw clenches as I stare into her blank eyes because she isn’t the least bit as frazzled or concerned as I am. The vein in my neck starts pulsing against my skin as tingles enter my hands.

“Why are you looking and sounding like that? What’s wrong with you?” I ask as my blood pressure elevates.

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