Page 46 of Disrespectfully, Relic

Her request sent his brows dipping before he clenched a handful of her ponytail, winding it around a fist to snatch back her head. She winced as his free hand clamped at her throat, causing her body to curl as he resumed pounding into her pussy.

“I ain’t the nigga to play with like that. What’s mine, Kennedy? Huh?”

Relic tried knocking her uterus out of place for playing with his head like it was his and he could have it. She squealed in pleasure and laid her hand over his, moving it from her throat to between her legs to coax him into strumming her clit in tune with his powerful thrusts.

“This is yours. You’re fucking me so damn good, you can have her,” she swore.

“I don’t want no pussy that don’t behave, Kennedy.”

“She’ll be good for you,” she panted. “Cum when you want her to and keep it tight whenever you don’t. You gotta feed her, though. Stop being stingy and feed your pussy, daddy.”

That final plea made Relic hunch forward to attack her mouth as he lost his last bit of reserve. His tongue entwined with hers and pelvic slammed against her ass from a release, he’d denied himself of, sending him over the edge. He’d practiced self-control, but a single night alone with Kennedy convinced him to drink past his limit and to reach a peak he thought clearer without having. That truth alone coaxed him to pull back and force her flat on her stomach.

Broken whimpers sounded beneath him as he pinned her to the bed, straddled her meaty thighs, and proceeded to knock the bottom out of her pussy. Her screams catapulted off the walls as he tried to fuck her through the mattress.

“Relic, fuck! You’re so muthafuckin’ deep in it, shit!”

“The fuck you say?” He smacked her ass with both hands and drilled her harder for the infraction.

“You’re fucking the shit out of me, daddy. I’m about to cum on your dick so damn hard!”

That declaration sent pressure shooting through his loins, tightening his balls and swelling his dick as he realized that she’d beat him at his own game again and with pure finesse. Relic lurched back in the nick of time and withdrew from her suffocating walls.

“Fuck!” he blurted, jerking his dick to ejaculate on her glistening skin sleeked in sweat. His heart pounded as he climbed from bed and glared at her as she turned over, frowning at his frosty expression.

“Why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing. The door to the right is the bathroom, so you can shower. I’ll drop you home once you’re done.”

His sudden shift in temperament sent her head jerking back before her features pinched together in confusion. She lifted his covers to check beneath the sheets and then glanced at the table near his bed as he folded his arms.

“What are you doing, Kennedy?”

“Since you just fucked me and tried to kick me out like a hoe, I’m looking for my money. They usually leave it on the bed or the nightstand.”

Relic busted out laughing before he could contain it. He scratched his brow with a shake of his head, and she smirked while crawling out of bed to stand in front of him.

“Look, we’re grown. You don’t have to switch up, thinking I expect shit between us to change because I don’t.”

“Agreed. In public, you’re my partner. But in private,” he amended, giving her direct eye contact, so she’d heed his seriousness. His hand cupped the warmth between her thighs as he stressed, “You’re my bitch, Kennedy, and this is my pussy now.”

“Nigga, you’remybitch. I fucked the shit out of you.”

He released her before saying, “Yea, aight. You heard what I said.”

Relic walked off with that, leaving her mind to process his statement while what transpired settled in the pit of her gut. The sex was great, and her pussy was spent, but the many facets of Relic she’d seen in the span of a night planted a seed of regret in her head. Kennedy grew uncertain if she could tolerate his Mr. Hyde side or live up to the titles that he’d stamped her with.

“Thankyou so much for coming, Savvy. I swear, I’m ‘bout to lose my mind.”

Kennedy widened the salon’s door and stepped aside, allowing Savvy in while pushing out a relieved breath as she eyed the foam tray of hot coffees in her girl’s hand. She needed it since she’d been up since the sun rose. Her grand opening was in hours, and aside from her nerves setting in, she was losing her cool because things were falling apart left and right. If one more detail of her event went awry, she was liable to spazz the hell out.

“Okay, so what’s going on that you pulled me out of my comfortable ass bed this morning, Kennedy?”

Savvy trudged to the first booth, placing down the drinks before she unzipped her sweatsuit jacket and then adjusted the silk scarf over her pressed hair. Her mouth crooked when Kennedy gave her a grateful but rueful stare.

“Bitch, don’t act like you feel bad about it, because you don’t.”

“I do! You know I wouldn’t have called you for help if it wasn’t important. Was Shabu mad?”

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