Page 25 of Heart of a Savage
I slipped two fingers inside of her as she moaned. “You don’t run shit, lil’ mama.” I snatched her from the desk, turned her around, and bent her over. “Play with that pussy while I secure us.”
“Just hurry up and shut up. You’ve got ten seconds or you’re getting the fuck out.”
I chuckled at her thinking she could get me out of here. I wasn’t leaving until she apologized for hurting my feelings and talking recklessly.
My actions were flummoxing, but there was something about this woman that made me want to be just as reckless as her mouth. Once the protection was secured, I slipped between her folds and gave her a hard thrust. The desk moved slightly as she moaned aloud, arching her back and pushing more into me.
“Damn... ” I voiced. Her shit was wet and tight as fuck.
Fucking juice box.
“Enjoy it, nigga. This will be the first and last time you ever have this privilege.”
“Ya mouth is going to get you fucked up, shorty.”
“You’re still tal—fuck!” she screamed as I pounded into her.
“Shut the fuck up.” I fucked her for all of two minutes. When I felt her enjoying it, I pulled out. I backed away from the desk, pulling my pants back up as she turned around and frowned at me.
“Wha—You came already?” She looked disappointed as I laughed.
“Nah. You don’t get the pleasure of getting ya shit off with me. Until you talk to me nicely and apologize, you won’t be getting no more of this premium dick.”
“You know what? Fuck you! Get the hell out of my club.” She snatched her panties and shorts up as I turned and headed toward the door.
A single shot rang out, and I stilled. I looked at the bullet lodged into the wall, dangerously close to my head. Turning, I stared at her with a smile on my face while hers held a look of anger.
“You missed.”
“If you don’t get the fuck out, I won’t next time.”
I winked and chuckled, then made my way out of the door.
Her ass was fucking crazy... and so was I.
And I liked it.
I’mD girl
Boy this pussy is more than you can manage
I’ll take ya heart and step on it
You ain’t know that I’m a savage
“Savage Heart” by Kema P blared through my surround sound system as I let off shots at my target. I was inside my in-home gun range, letting off some steam. My week had been fucked up, and I was overstimulated about the shit that was happening around me.
It was Mother’s Day, and I was supposed to be heading to my mom’s house so we could start the festivities, but I woke up in the same mood as I’d been in yesterday. Shooting something wasthe only alternative to relieve this stress. My ass was so drunk last night I didn’t even recognize my damn self.
Hence me letting that fine-ass, strange man play me.
I couldn’t even believe myself, letting his tacky behind do that to me, and allowing him to live to tell it. I promised myself I’d never get drunk at my club again. I didn’t have sex with random men. I’d only had two sexual partners in my lifetime. Ben Franklin had always been my man, and I claimed no one but him. The fact that those few strokes his ass delivered had me stuck made me even angrier. They were the best few strokes I’d ever felt.
I should have shot him.
I could have, but I didn’t feel like calling Mayani and Megan to come scrape his ass off my floor.
The music cut as I looked over and saw Paige sauntering my way. I was still kind of salty with her about last night, so I ignored her until she came and stood next to me.
