Page 30 of Hooked on Loving Him

“The fact that you’re here beating your chest like you have the right is wild to me.”

“Man, Shari. What the fuck are you talking about? You left a nigga with his balls to the wall and then have the nerve to stand here like you saw me fuck the cat lady or some shit.”

“Had I known fucking you would have been like being fucked by a robotic mannequin at Macy's, I would have let you stay rolling in her litter box. Do better, Johnny Five.” With that, Ashari steps back and slams the door in my face, leaving me with my mouth hanging and volcanic lava surging through my bloodstream.

*doom, doom*

“Ashari! Open this fucking door! Who the fuck is Johnny F—aw, hell nah,” I say with a deep frown when Damon Wayans ina knockoff hero cape flashes in my mind as the robot he often paraded comes to my remembrance.

Seconds tick into minutes as silence and nothing from Ashari has me contemplating going to my car to retrieve the toolbox I have in my trunk for emergencies. Taking her screen door off before picking the lock seems like a good idea to me.

“Hey, baby,” I hear, causing my teeth to grind together as I walk off Ashari’s porch and head to my vehicle without acknowledging Honesty and her bullshit. The thought of speaking to her while Ashari and I are on the outs has a bitter taste filling my mouth. I also know Ashari’s ass is watching me, despite responding or opening her door, and my ass is in enough trouble with her. I ain’t got time to allow Honesty to add to my list of fuck ups with Ashari.

“Why don’t you sit so you can tell me what’s got you so worked up? I’m getting a little dizzy trying to follow you around this office,” Letitia says.

I’ve been pacing her office since she welcomed me in, as the confrontation between Ashari and I have been sitting in my stomach all fucking day.

“She had the fucking nerve to call me Johnny Five. Ain’t nobody ever complained about how I’ve fucked them, so she must have the damn problem. Although it sure ain’t her pussy because that good mothafucka drained me and put a nigga to sleep like a TKO,” I say momentarily, pausing my steps to look at Letitia, who exhales.

“While I’m happy about you talking and giving me a minute to rest my eyes, why don’t you tell me what happened so I can understand your current disposition.”

“For the first time ever, I planned a date that I was excited about due to the woman I worked hard at trying to please. Dinner was smooth and freeing because our conversation had been light and easy, like Sunday morning. I even had a space in my backyard set up romantically for us to spend the rest of the night. Since Ashari clowned my ass before, I decided to share with her the secret I had already sworn her to keep. Ms. Aretha and I have been reading a four-book series, so I decided to read the book I’m currently in, to Ashari.” Stopping, I start pacing again as the reminder of how the night ended enters my mind, causing my body to fill with tension.

“Awe, that sounds very romantic because most men wouldn’t think of something like that, especially for a first date,” Letitia says, causing me to grimace and continue pacing.

“Man, I ain’t never done no shit like that before. Yet, Ashari is unlike any woman I’ve experienced, and I was attempting to get a different result. Humph, that shit backfired like a Ford Pinto.”

A grin upturns Letitia’s lips as she shakes her head, and I ain’t feeling it or my efforts being dismissed by Ashari. My ass has been in a sour mood all day from our encounter this morning, and talking about it now isn’t providing me with any relief. In fact, the urge to leave and return to her place increases the more my steps hit the carpet in this office.

“Talk, Kayshon. Keeping whatever is going on inside will only fuel the aggression seeping through your body and altering the calm atmosphere in this space,” Letitia says, snapping me out of my thoughts as my eyes return to her.

“Messing around with Love Belvin’s hypnotic ass, I was throwing my tablet aside and dipping into Ashari’s stalker-inducing pussy before ADJ could get the response from Rayna he was seeking on that damn dining room table.”

“Oh my. What’s the name of this book, did you say?” Letitia asks with wide eyes and an unfamiliar spark in her orbs.

“Later. Focus, Letitia.”

“Sorry. So, what happened, because I can sense something did?” Letitia asks, returning to her professional tone and posture as her eyes clear instantly.

“I got my shit off and fell asleep,” I say in a duh tone that instantly has a frown covering Letitia’s lips as her brows pinched together.

“Hm. What about Ashari?”

“I guess she went to sleep. Shit, I don’t even know. After my nut entered the condom, I let go of her and slipped out of her pussy before dropping beside her. She was still on all fours when I laid on the bed but I assume she eventually moved and went to sleep. Hell, I don’t know because I was out.”

“Oh goodness. What position did you have sex in, Kayshon? How did Ashari act during the act?” Letitia asks as if talking to someone on the verge of crashing out as her eyebrows draw together.

“Doggy-style. Ashari’s ass kept telling me to slow down and wasn’t moving or making any sound. It’s crazy because most of the women I’ve fucked go as hard as I do when my dick is knocking against their ass.”

“My gosh,” Letitia says, with a deer caught in the headlights expression instantly spiking my body temperature.

“What, man? I ain’t had any complaints before. Shit, I fucked two women simultaneously, and both of their asses were screaming, creaming, and moaning,” I say, grinning.

“What women?” Letitia probes.

My brows hike, my pacing stops, and I start rubbing my beard, wondering if I wanted to tell Letitia about this.

Tell her. She asked, so it is what it is. Neither of those bitches had a single complaint and taught you how women prefer to be fucked from behind.

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