Page 114 of Real's Love

“You throw like a girl.”

She charged toward me, and I let her make it into my space before I whirled her around and pressed her into the door.

“Sexist,” she grumbled.

“I know you mean ‘sexy,’ baby,” I teased before pressing my lips against hers.

She opened her mouth…

…and bit the shit out of my bottom lip. I kissed her mean ass harder before biting her back.

“Ouch, Montréal!” she whined, smacking my shoulder.

“You started it, Thickums.”

I felt the smile she tried quickly to hide.

“How can you stand that crazy ass boy?”

I chuckled. “He’s a good kid. Real good kid.”

She scoffed. “Whatever. Get off me.”

“Now, you know you don’t want me to get off you,” I murmured, burying my face between her neck and shoulder.

“You were way out of line?—"

“Nah, you outta line. You don’t date, remember? I been tryna figure that little detail out. Is that a Texas rule? Shit different in Louisiana?”

Shorty had no quick comeback. Suddenly, she was super interested in the view of the Southern Magnolias outside the room’s huge bay windows. I cupped one side of her neck while I kissed my way up the other.

“You smart as hell, but I know it’s gotta be hard to keep up with all those rules, especially if they got geographic stipulations,” I said, my lips brushing over her cheek.

“My rules keep things neat,” she defended, pressing closer to me.

“Neat?” I smiled at her before sweeping her up in my arms. I carried her to the big, four-poster bed and gently tossed her on it. “Way I remember it, you like things messy, Love. I mean downrightfilthy.”

I peeled her leggings and panties down her thick legs as I spoke. I hid a smile as she lifted her hips to help me. Her breathing picked up. I knew she wanted me, and I was ready to make her scream this bitch down. I wanted to make her forget she ever knew a Heath McKinley, punish her for ever entertaining that nigga. Pulling down my pants, I teased her, rubbing my dick on her pretty, extra wet pussy. I smirked.

“All this fake outrage and your ass was turned on by that shit?”

She kissed her teeth. “I was not! I have no problem with your being mild-mannered, real-estate developer Real. This person who fights and has bodyguards and drivers and enemies and?—”

“Makes this pussy wet,” I taunted, pressing at her opening. “I don’t expect you to admit it, though.”

Her legs locked around me, pulling me farther into her, as she sighed. “Maybe some part of my brain that hasn’t been rewired likes your little caveman displays. Whatever. But you’re doing all this, being possessive and crazy, and for what? We didn’t even have that kind of relationship?—”

“I’m trying to have that type of relationship!” I thundered.

Shit!I hadn’t meant to say the words, but they were true. For months now, they’d been true, even as I tried to run from it. My declaration hung between us as I stopped mid-stroke, and she stared up at me, mouth open. Love recovered first, rolling her hips until they met mine.

"Just fuck me, Montréal," she whispered.

Her words deflated my dick. I realized that if I kept fucking her without convincing her of my intentions, this was all I was going to get. As good as it was, it was no longer enough. Shaking my head, I pulled back, withdrawing from her. She frowned, propping herself up on her elbows.

“What are you doing?”

“You take the whole package, or you get none of it,” I told her, sliding my briefs back on.

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