Page 24 of In Too Deep

“I hear you, what I’m sayin’ is that I want you. I don’t mind doing whatever I have to do to make you my girl.”

“All while dating my cousin?”

“I ain’t never been known to back down from a challenge,” I boasted. “You don’t have to know that you want me yet, but you’re mine and we’re together.”

“It sounds like you enjoy having your cake and eating it to.”

“See, that’s the thing. I don’t want to be with Trecee. Her time has run out. I want to be your man and be involved in whatever you come up with. Baby, I ain’t trying to stress you out. All I want to do is fuck you, feed you, and take care of you. Don’t none of that involve stressing you out.”

“And when you’re sick of me, then what? The thought of my cousin thinking she’s secured her spot and I’m straddling you, when your hands on my booty,” she digressed.

“A bitch has to be a fucked up ass person if a nigga wants to leave her. Y’all ain’t cut from the same cloth, that’s all I know. I like a woman on her shit, ready to get that paper by any means necessary.”

“So,” she pursed her full lips together and ruffled her fingers through her curly hair. “You don’t mind tricking to get it?”

Biting down on my lip, I gripped her hips and gave them a gentle squeeze. The thought of being buried deep in her walls was turning me on, getting my dick hard.

“Hell naw. I know that pussy worth it. I’ll cash out on some good shit because I know it’s worth it.”

“Romelo, this can get dangerous.”

I hunched my shoulders and looked off to the side before darting my eyes back to her. “So, let it. Recognize who the fuck you’re talkin’ to. I ain’t no simp ass nigga or none of them bootleg ass niggas you’re used to. I’m Rome, a nigga from South Memphis with an itchy trigger finger. I ain’t worried ‘bout shit. You know that ‘bout me already though. Just let me in… let me be deep inside of you, taking care of you… easing the stress.”

“I don’t know what to say,” she uttered.

With ease, still holding her, I flipped her on her back so that she was laying on the couch and I was on the floor. I cocked her knees open and sat between them, eying her fine ass, with nasty ass thoughts swirling around my mind.

“You ain’t got to say shit, just let your body do all the talkin’.”

My hands snaked around her body, feeling her goosebumps under my fingertips. It was cold, but shit was getting heated between us. Just like I wanted her, she wanted me. I know a timid pussy when I see it. Synthia is different than other bitches, and I hated how I let the course of time get between us and become wasted. She deserved so much more. I lurked in the shadows, hidden behind other shit, watching her sprawl all because I was scared to approach her, too afraid of her bruising my ego. I ain’t never been scared of shit in my life, not even death, but the fear of her rejecting me was something I could stomach. She was the risk I was willing to take.

Teasing her pebbled, cinnamon-colored nipples, I took them into my mouth, one by one, not being selfish, but giving equal attention to them both. Beneath me, she squirmed and soft moans escaped from her mouth, filling my ears, sounding out the shit on television. My nose brushed against her soft anddelicate skin, inhaling her scent. I’d be a fool not to say she didn’t smell like a bakery—sweet.

My tongue flicked over her nipples again, equally, before my tongue swarmed down to her stomach. Then I tongue fucked her belly button, taking her belly piercing into my mouth. The coolness felt like ice between my teeth as I released it, leaving slobber around her stomach. Before pulling back, I grasped the hem of her tights as I pulled them down. My eyes swarmed away from her full sized figure and the stretch marks that decorated her stomach.

Her eyes held fear as she peered up at me, piercing through me, with heavy anticipation written over her face. I paused my movements, reading her expression. Though I was tempted—eager to greet her pussy with my tongue so they could become acquainted with one another, because there was no way after one taste that I was leaving that shit alone. I like eating pussy, and the joy of eating it always comes with a thrill. More so, the person it’s attached to, carrying it alone like a satchel.

“What’s wrong, Juicy? You want me to stop?”

“Um.”

Her pants were halfway down her ass, but if she told me to stop right now, I wouldn’t be upset. The last thing I wanted her to feel was that I was pressuring her.

“Talk to me, baby.”

“What’s gonna happen next?” she uttered, her tone barely above a whisper.

“You’re gonna be mine, whether you like it or not. I ain’t lettin’ you go,” I reassured.

“And what about Trecee?”

“Let me worry ‘bout her.”

She parted her mouth to speak, but no words escaped. I knew she was hesitant about this, but either way it went, I knew I could do nothing to convince her otherwise.

“If this gets too messy, I’m bowing out,” she admitted while batting her eyelashes.

“I hear you, but you ain’t got shit to worry about, just let me eat this pussy and make you cum. That’s all I want to do right now is lick this pussy, bae. Can I do that? Can I have you?”

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