Page 21 of Disrespectfully, Relic

“I do, and I got my sister. Trust and believe if I miss anything, P is gon’ catch it, and those men have no problems standing ten toes for us against whoever. Family or not. Me and Relic have hashed out our situation, and Treasure is indifferent, while him and Michi will hate each other forever. They both love Titan more, though. So, that’s where our dysfunctional family stands. Anything else you want to know?”

There were a slew of stories Kennedy had heard regarding the infamous Relic that she wanted to pick her girl’s brain about, but she desisted. She knew doing so was the equivalent of a game she’d played in school where the teacher whispered gossip in one kid’s ear and then made them pass the story around the entire class—the details always ended up twisted and inaccurate. It dawned on Kennedy that neither of her girl circles were reliable sources.

“Yea, I have two more questions,” she said, making Savvy’s cute features tighten in suppressed annoyance. They softened when Kennedy asked, “How much time do I have to get dressed, and what the hell doescherimean?”

“Relic, wait! I—fuck!”

Aura winced when Relic palmed her head and smashed her cheek against the acoustic window, shutting up her trivial complaints. Her hardened nipples scrubbed the cold glass, while her waist ached from his thick fingers gripping there as he fucked her from behind so hard that her bated breaths fogged the window. A choked whine emitted from her when his dick burrowed deep in her guts to where her stomach cramped worse than while on her menstrual cycle. She reached back to brace a hand on his thigh, but he smacked it away.

“What’d I tell you ‘bout that shit, Aura? Huh?” Relic spanked her plump ass for the violation, making her belt out a scream. His hips pumped harder as he coaxed her, “The faster you cum on this dick, it’ll be over.”

“It’s too deep. I’m trying, but—”

“I don’t want to hear any buts. Open up and take this shit! It’s what you asked for, right? Ain’t this the reason you signed on that dotted line?”

Aura tried shaking her head, but Relic pinned it to the glass firmer before using his free hand to push down on her spine. His torso tightened as he slammed his pelvic against her round ass, making their clapping skin echo throughout the tiny booth while he watched the steady disappearance of his shaft between her slick walls. Not even that, or her juices coating the rubber sheathing his dick, prevented him from detaching.

His mind wandered to his tuxedo fitting he was late to, because Calm had hit him up about Aura being difficult to work with. After five ignored calls to her phone, Relic had pulled up to give the fly mouthed rapper a dose of act right since the only time he’d heard her mute was when his dick was buried in her guts. He’d figured out that trick after conning her panties off the first time they’d met to discuss business. Two sexual encounters, and a doubled advance later, he’d secured his final artist.

Jahleel raced through his thoughts second, and he made a mental note to check how his son’s lessons with Los were coming along. After a conversation with his folks, he’d concluded that toughening up his son was a requirement he couldn’t avoid. Relic had taught his brothers from a tender age to stand tall, to not allow a soul to try them, and to defend themselves with either their fists or a gun if it required that. Jessica had taken away his right to teach his son the same. That simple reminder eradicated pounds of weight from the guilt he carried about her death.

With slow blinks and a lick of his lips, Relic coasted from his overburdened mind and into the present where elevated moans and pulsating walls begged for his affection. His hand palmed the glass above Aura’s head as he sandwiched her between it and his chest. Her body squirmed in eagerness when his hand cupped her breast, tweaking a thick nipple while swapping out his rough strokes for taunting rolls of his hips. Her lips gaped, body shuddered, and duck nails clawed at the window.

“Relic...” His name was the most she could push out as the pain switched to immediate pleasure.

“I know you ‘bout to cum ‘cause this pussy doesn’t like it rough. You can’t take it. I’m giving you what you want now, so give me what I need, Aura. You gon’ act like you got some fucking sense?”

“Yes! Just don’t stop because I’m so fucking close!”

Her declaration was music to Relic’s ears. He dipped low and then thrusted up, forcing her onto her tiptoes as his hips gyrated like he was practicing the sensual dance of gouyad. The more he stirred inside her, her body quaked, and pussy leaked down his hard shaft. He knew exactly how to send Aura over the edge but fucked her like a slut because he could.

“Fuuuck, Relic. I’m cumming,” she cooed, jutting her ass back against him.

Her full lips parted, and sultry eyes pinned him with a lustful glance over her shoulder that begged him to release with her. If Relic weren’t wearing his tinted glasses, she’d have caught the emptiness in his gaze.

A mentally weaker man would’ve obliged, but he continued molding her walls until her pleading eyes fluttered, and she belted a note that made him wonder if he should add singing to her repertoire. Her juices drenching his shaft made him snake an arm around her waist, giving her half-hearted strokes while letting her ride out her release. Relic pulled out of her to put space between them as soon as her trembling legs steadied in her heels.

“Shit,” Aura huffed, spinning to face him while untangling her bra and shirt to yank down.

She inhaled a heavy breath to regulate her racing heart as she watched Relic fist his hard dick, pinch the tip of an empty condom, and then roll the rubber down a thick shaft that muddled her common sense and ended discord at his leisure. A mild case of embarrassment washed over her because she’d yet to make him cum. If Relic assumed she’d fold each time he stuck a dick inside of her that refused to even nut; he was in for a rude awakening.

“Don’t think that you can come fuck me whenever Calm goes crying to you, and I’m just supposed to listen,” she snapped at him, bending to tug up her skintight pants. After wriggling them over her hips, she complained, “I have a signature style, so Calm needs to take that into consideration instead of trying to change it.”

“You need to take into consideration that maybe your fucking style is basic, and he’s trying to pull more out of you than rapping about your pussy and shaking ass,” he retorted, causing her to snort a laugh.

“Rapping about my pussy and ass is what caught your attention the last time I checked.”

“And you see how fast it lost me. Cut the track before I cut you.”

Relic didn’t give her the satisfaction of eye contact because the topic wasn’t up for debate. He pulled up his boxers and slacks from midway around his thighs and then exited the booth with a seething Aura rushing behind him.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she shrilled, her heels clacking across the floor and grating his nerves like nails on a classroom chalkboard. “Do not threaten me, Relic, because I will say fuck you and that contract! I’m not hurting for shit, so—”

Her words caught in her throat before she skidded to a stop when Relic pivoted to face her so fast that she almost stumbled into his chest. He snatched off his shades, making the hairs on her neck stand in forewarning as his steely glower robbed her of her courage.

“Think very fucking hard about this battle you’re starting, Aura. My patience is running thin. Your best bet is to take your ass to the bathroom, wipe your pussy clean, and then get back into that fucking booth to cut the track. You’ll have a thousand songs about your usual bullshit, so one or two that are different won’t kill you.”

“It won’t,” she replied in a calmer tone. “But I think it’s dumb to—Relic!”

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