Page 23 of Love me Like XO

She was hungry, but also wanted to take a shower. So, I ordered pizza after pointing her in the direction of everything she needed for that shower. When I was just about to go join her, I heard my sister’s footsteps as she entered the kitchen. I could tell shorty was drunk, which was probably how she ended up locked up.

“When did you start freaking Empress?”

“What I do with Em ain’t none of yo’ concern. Get some sleep, we’ll talk about your shit in the morning.”

She sucked her teeth and sighed, before exiting the kitchen toward the spare bedroom that she usually occupied when she was here.

A few moments later I was walking toward my bedroom. When I heard the shower still going on, I stripped down and opened the fogged-up glass doors.

I joined her in the shower pulling her body into mine before I turned her around. Within seconds I had her body in my arms as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Wasting no time, her small hand traveled between us gripping my hardness. She gave it a tight squeeze, before placing it at her sopping opening. Within seconds I thrusted upward, reintroducing my dick to his and my favorite space. I had her trapped between the glass, thetile wall, and my body while she had my lip trapped between hers. Fucking Empress would never get old, and it was an addiction I was more than willing to keep up.

“Awhnn,” she moaned into my mouth because I had switched it up on her no longer letting her off easy.

I pounded into her center chasing a high so near that nothing else mattered. Not the fact that she was nearly horse, or the fact that I knew I should’ve been pulling out. Not shit mattered as the only thing that could be heard against the water was her moaning out my name. I came so hard inside of her that even if I was wearing a condom that motherfucker would’ve broke from the pressure. Then when I thought she needed a minute she dropped down on her knees and took my dick into her mouth, giving life to ‘em. Yep, this was about to be a long ass night, and on my life, I was up for it.

Gripping her full head of hair, I called myself guiding her movements, but I didn’t have shit on what she planned, because even when I felt that shit coming she didn’t stop. She didn’t stop until I was busting doen her fucking throat. She swallowed that shit like a pro, then licked the tip and looked up at me.

“You need a minute?”

I wanted to curse her ass out because how many other niggas had she made tap out like this? Had me looking down at her and her mouth like they were fucking gold…fuck that platinum.

I wanted to be possessive as fuck about shorty, but I knew I couldn’t be because I wasn’t ready for no relationship or anything that constituted one. I fucked with the stringless shit, but I swear part of me wanted to be the only nigga making her climb walls. Tonight was proof that in the long run this stringless shit wouldn’t work for either of us.

MALIK

Taree thought she was dropping me off and going home to lay in that empty ass bed, but we both knew quickly that was a lie. Especially when we stopped by one of the late-night joints for a meal and both decided to go back to my crib to eat. Then what made me laugh was the fact that she believed I was going to allow her to drive home at this time of night. She was out of her fucking mind, and put up one hell of a fight, before giving in and asking me where my shower and shit was. After I gave her a tee shirt and a pair of my basketball shorts, I went into the living room to cut on a movie. I wanted bad as fuck to join her and speed up the process of making her mine, but we weren’t there yet.

“This place is beautiful. Something out of one of those furniture books. You live here all alone?” she asked announcing her reentry into the room.

I looked up and spotted her fine ass walking into the room with her hair pinned up and my shirt nearly swallowing her petite frame. “Yeah, when I’m here. I work too much, shorty.”

She nodded, attempting to avoid my eye contact. Finally she realized she couldn’t, though and we locked eyes before she spoke. “Why do you look at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you are now, Malik. Don’t play slow.” She folded her arms across her chest and stared at me.

“You know why I looks at you like that. Following yo’ lead fucks up my soul.” I shook my head.

She tucked her bottom lip under her teeth just looking at me at first. “Why would you want me when look at me? I got a man but I’m right here in your house in your clothes damn near violating the next?”

I laughed. “When we are together, I won’t have to worry about none of this like I told you before, because if that nigga was doing his due diligence, then you wouldn’t be here right now. Now c’mon lets watch this movie before I fall asleep on your inquisitive, overthinking ass.”

She didn’t say anything else. Instead, she walked over and took a seat while I turned all of the lights off and gave her a cover. Then, I slid in next to her and pulled her body closer to mine, before playing the movie.

“Are you introducing me to something you can’t maintain?”

“Nope. I’m introducing you to what you deserve.” I stared ahead feeling her eyes on me after I said that. I knew I had her when she opted out of responding and just laid her head on my chest. I could understand her questioning this, hell I was too because this pull to her was something new to me. Finding myself in a space where I was willing to play these mundane ass games to just get some time with a female was new to me. From the moment I first spoke to shorty I knew what was up. I knew I wanted her regardless of what I needed to do to get her. I’ve never wanted to be in a relationship with a female, but the fact that I craved just her these days should have said something. I was struggling with giving her time to decide it was me, but I had to remind myself that everything didn’t run on my time.

Somewhere between watching this boring ass movie she chose and my thoughts I fell asleep to the welcomed weight of her on top of me and I had the most vivid dream. The type of shit that had me waking up pissed off, because what I wanted wasn’t mine just yet.

That was easily eased though, because the sweet aroma of breakfast hit my nose and the weight of her big ass head was no longer on me. When I lifted up and peeked over the sofa into the kitchen, I couldn’t help the smile that overtook my face. Taree was indeed standing in my kitchen like she owned it and makingbreakfast. She looked like that was where she belonged, and no I wasn’t on some chauvinist shit talking about the kitchen. I’m talking about the entire space. I felt like she complimented my space better than any woman I ever encountered. As a matter of fact I had never given a female the time to compliment a space of mine, but with her it was almost like I had no choice, because everything seemed to just go. It all fit into a place I had no idea existed.

I escaped the sofa to take care of my hygiene and take my morning piss without her noticing. Then I went back into the kitchen and snuck up behind her placing my hand at her side and lips to her neck for a quick peck before I used my free hand to grab a piece of the turkey bacon. For a second I felt her melt into me, before she caught herself.

“What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the view of you cooking for a nigga.” I stepped back and made my way toward the cabinet for two glasses. “You sleep good?” I didn’t leave room for her to question my hands or lips on her especially when that’s where they belonged.

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