Page 20 of Sugar Baby
Cash moaned and gripped my hips before increasing his pace. Each swift stroke tapped against my spot before he touched the pit of my pussy. I’d never felt so full. So complete. The sound of his body smacking against mine combined with his heavy breathing and moans turned me on even more. His hands gripped my breasts, squeezing them and my nipples, making me moan and whimper his name. My toes curled and head flung back as my spine tingled.
“I’m about to cum, bae,” I warned him as my eyes rolled.
“I know, Suge. Go ahead and cum for Cash.”
Something about that whiskey voice and his gentle urging made me cum harder than I ever had before. Even after my walls stopped pulsing, they refused to release him. My pussy opened wider, making room for more of him.
“Let me go,” he ordered, voice shaking.
“I-I can’t,” I whined, pushing at his thigh.
“Fffuck,” he growled, strokes growing sporadic until he quickly pulled out to cum. “Damn, Suge. I might have to wear a condom with your ass. You almost got pregnant.”
“Mm mm,” I declined after giggling. “You just gon’ have to pull out. This dick feels too good to be covered up.”
“Mmm,” he moaned, smacking my ass. Cash rubbed where he’d smacked, then lowered himself and gave it a gentle bite then kiss. He lowered his face slightly and lapped up my cum, then sucked my clit into his mouth and made me cum again.
“Do you have a relationship with God?”
Cash’s question caught me off guard. After our bodies introduced themselves to one another in the kitchen, they did again in the shower before we tumbled into my bed for a third round. Now, he was laying with his head on my stomach while I ran my fingers through his hair, and I honestly didn’t know how to answer his question.
“Do you?” I countered, needing time to really think.
“Yeah. I know that’s probably not what you expected me to say.”
“Well . . . selling drugs, that’s what you do, not who you are.”
He looked up at me briefly. “I appreciate that, but you’re deflecting.”
Smiling, I admitted, “I can’t say I have a relationship with God. Not anymore.”
“Why not?” he asked before kissing my stomach.
“My mom had strong faith, and that was something she passed on to me too. When she got sick, I prayed and prayed that He’d heal her, but He didn’t. He took her from me instead. After that, I got really angry at Him.” I chuckled and shook my head as my eyes watered. “As I got older, the anger left, but I still didn’t talk to Him. I know that sounds silly . . .”
“It doesn’t sound silly. It sounds like your truth. Can I ask you something without you getting offended?”
“Sure.”
“What if His way of healing her was by taking her out of her pain?”
“I considered that. She suffered so much. And while I had peace from her no longer suffering, I wanted her to be healed on Earth, not in Heaven. Maybe I didn’t specify that.”
I scoffed as I swiped a tear.
Cash didn’t respond right away, and I appreciated that. I appreciated him not just giving me a cliché saying that was supposed to make losing her, so young at that, okay.
“I won’t say everything happens for a reason, and you know I know that kind of pain. What I will say is, though God may not have done what you wanted the way you wanted it, He did what He did, and that’s just something you’ll have to accept. Now you can harbor ill feelings toward Him because of it, and that’s your right. He gave you the free will to do anything—even hate Him. Or . . .”
Cash lifted himself and sat next to me, resting his back on my headboard. “You can let Him heal you of your pain and make it something bearable enough for you to live with until you join your mother in Heaven. When you got God in your corner after some shit like that giving you strength, trust me when I say there will be nothing you can’t make it through. If you choose to still live for Him and trust Him, that won’t mean you won’t go through shit, but with Him, you’ll have the strength to overcome. You’ll have protection. Direction.”
“I hear you,” I muttered, fighting back more tears.
“Plus . . .” I could tell by the light tone he’d taken he was about to be on some bullshit. “If I’m ya man, you gon’ haveto talk to God for me. When I’m out doing my shit, I need to know my woman can go to God on my behalf. I need her to know she can trust me to lead her because God is the only being I submit to besides her.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t believe you’re talking like this.”
“What? You thought I’d have a closer relationship with the devil just because I supply drugs?”
