Page 77 of Welcome to the Table
She had a point. I had no doubt in my mind that if Natasha had breathed wrong, Jaci would have slit her throat in front of the entire hood. My hands moved to the creases of her thighs, almost to her pussy, and she growled. Her glass tipped, and I reached to grab it from her hand. She looked at me, eyes red like fire, so I knew she was high as fuck.
I continued to massage her thighs, which led my hands inside her shorts. The seat was already soaked, but I wanted to feel it for myself. Her juices were sticky and sounded off like mac and cheese on a good day in the hood. My thumb brushed her clit, and she sat up. I knew I had to be attentive to every part of her body if I wanted to have her. I couldn’t just fuck her. I had to make love to her mind and body, so she would always belong to me. I slid my middle finger inside her as far as it could go until I was met with a barrier.
“Fuck, Grove, keep going.” She moaned, raising up on her elbows.
Her hair fell over her face, but I could see her low eyes. I inserted another finger to stretch her out in case she did want this dick. I would make her beg for it. Give her something to remember before all this shit started, so she could come to me when it was over.
“Your hymen won’t let me. Yo’ ass really a virgin,” I told her, and she sucked in her bottom lip.
“Yes, I am a virgin. I was saving myself for you because I knew this day would come.” The sultry tone she had made me want to turn into her personal monster.
I removed my fingers from inside her and slid to the floor. I dragged her body so it was upright on the sofa. I was about to tear her to shreds with my tongue to prepare her for this dick. There wasn’t a part of her body that I didn’t touch. I was anoctopus. I rubbed her breasts through her shirt, and she was losing her mind in the process.
“Lift up,” I told her, and pulled her shorts off, throwing them across the room. I used my hands to spread her legs from east to west. She looked down at me but didn’t say a word.
“Keep yo’ legs just like that,” I told her, and she nodded her head up and down.
I used my shoulders to lift her ass off the sofa for better access. My tongue attacked her clit, and she started to tremble. I ignored that shit and went into full beast mode. I slurped and sucked her clit, sliding my tongue inside her canal, and she came undone.
“Please, please, please.” She moaned, but that didn’t stop me. I was on a mission to control, and I was succeeding. She tried to run, but I grabbed her hips, keeping her in place.
“Don’t run from me.” I hummed, and she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Something is happening, Grove, and I can’t control it!” she screamed, and I knew what she was talking about.
“Let that shit happen then,” I told her.
She exhaled loud as fuck as her body succumbed to the pleasure that I was delivering with my tongue. Her hands reached down and pushed my face further inside her, and I ate that shit up. She was sweet as fuck, and I was losing control. Her taste was pure, and I would be the only nigga tasting her moving forward. Her juices squirted, and I moved so it could land right in my mouth. I sucked and licked until her body stopped spazzing. Sweat soaked her shirt as I stood to my feet and looked down at her. The glow she had could light up the entire city, and I put that there.
I wiped my mouth and beard with the back of my hand, tasting her essence each time. I could eat her pussy for the rest ofmy life and be a happy man. She lay there, smiling at me like she had just won the lottery.
“You are smiling, but if I stick my dick in you, ain’t no turning back. You gon’ be mine, and I don’t give a fuck if I gotta go to war with your entire fucking family because I will. I waited too long to have you not to have you,” I told her as she sat up, eyes never leaving mine. She started to laugh like I said some shit that was funny.
“Ain’t fuck funny about what I just said.” I crossed my arms, rocking from side to side.
“What you don’t understand is that I am a grown woman, and my brothers or family, for that matter, can’t control what I do. They fucked that up when they sent me to New York and didn’t look back. I knew they kept tabs on me, but it’s different from being there physically. I do what I want, and they do what they can.”
That was all I needed to hear before I lifted her up and carried her to my bed.
It was dark in my room. The only thing shining through was the sunlight, and that wasn’t a lot. I laid her on the bed and lifted her shirt from her body before undressing myself. I would be as gentle as I could with her because I knew she wouldn’t be able to handle me just yet. Her eyes looked at my dick and widened.
“That can’t fit inside me, Grove.” She was scared, but I wasn’t worried because I knew it would.
I had to work my way in. I shook my head and crawled between her legs, moving her to the top of the bed. My kisses started with her forehead, nose, and cheeks, then finally her lips. She kissed me like her life depended on it. I had to prepare her for what was to come. Nasty tongue lashing and sloppy kisses told me that she was ready for this. She needed this just like I did, and I wouldn’t stop once we were locked in.
I kissed her neck as she took my dreads from the tie that was holding them together and let them free. She massaged my scalp, and it felt so fucking good. I went down to her breasts, taking one into my mouth and massaging the other. Her back arched off the bed, and I knew she was holding a breath in.
“Breathe, Jaci,” I told her as I finished sucking her nipples.
I circled her areolas with my tongue and pulled back to watch them pebble. I paid extra attention to her nipples because she was falling apart. Then, I switched titties to give the other the equal amount of attention. I felt her pussy against my abs, and her juices saturated me. I knew she was ready. My mouth went to her belly before she pulled me to her face for a kiss. I pulled back and hesitated. I was still on the fence about taking it there with her, and that wasn’t like me. It’s because of who she was, and I didn’t want to hurt her or break her heart.
“What’s wrong?” A look of concern graced her beautiful face.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Jaci. That shit would break me. I can’t see you with another nigga. I’ll kill them first,” I told her with wrinkled brows.
“Don’t hurt me, and you wouldn’t have to worry about anyone hurting me, and you wouldn’t have to worry about anyone’s blood on your hands. I’m a big girl. It’s okay.” She laughed, but it didn’t meet her eyes.
I knew I wouldn’t hurt her, but shit happened, and I didn’t want to be the reason behind it.
