Page 41 of Heart of a Savage
“Nah, my new sister-in-law dropped your location.”
“I know you fucking lying! Paige knows me well enough to know not to do no shit like that without my permission.” I kept my gun trained on him.
“Who is that?” Mooney asked. “Talk to me, AP, or I’m calling the police.”
“It’s cool, Mooney. I’ll call you back later.” I disconnected the call and glared at this fine, lopsided head-ass nigga. “You really do have some big-ass balls, my nigga.”
“I told you the dick is, too, but you already know that, right?” That famous smirk appeared on his face again.
“What are you doing here? What the fuck do you want?”
“I came to give you what you’ve been stressing over.”
“Oh, really? And what is that?”
He moved over to me quickly, relieving me of my gun and grabbing the back of my neck. Leaning, he whispered, “This dick.”
I quickly snatched away from him, attempting to kick him in his balls, but he blocked it and snatched me up again. I watched him toss my gun on the patio chair before pulling me closer to him.
“Chill out with that bullshit,Arie. You was poppin’ all that big shit earlier. Now you want to hurt a nigga for being accommodating?”
“What? How are youaccommodatingme by following me like a fucking stalker?”
“You asked for this dick, so I came to deliver it.”
“I don’t remember asking you for shit.”
“No?”
“No!”
“A’ight, then I’ll be on my way,” he said, backing away from me.
“You’re just going to drive two hours here, and then two hours away just to prove a damn point?”
He smiled. “Point definitely proven. Good night, Arie.”
I weighed my options because he was certainly right about me being sexually frustrated with him. I’d never known a man who could deliver such minimal dick and leave a woman wanting more like that. But if I allowed him to give me longevity dick, would I be able to recover from it?
As much as I didn’t want to, I moved toward him, grabbing his arm before he descended the stairs. I didn’t have to say anything before he turned, lifted me, and walked me inside the cabin. Not thinking, I pressed my lips to his, and surprisingly, they were super soft. That made me slither my tongue into his mouth as he set me on the kitchen counter, ripping my pajama shirt off. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my breasts ached for him to suck them.
Pulling my mouth away from his lips, I asked, “D-do you have protection?” He reached behind him in his back pocket and pulled out a box of magnums, causing me to smirk. “So you just knew you were coming here to fuck, huh?”
“I did. A woman with so much anger couldn’t be sexually satisfied. I don’t feel bad about depriving you, but since I knowyou needed this, I came prepared to help you with that. By the end of this session, I want a real apology.”
“Just wait on it…”
He chuckled. “Yeah, okay. Tell me how and where you want it. Fast or slow? Counter or bedroom?” He slipped off his shirt, showcasing a hard chest and a small gut we referred to as a money gut.
And it looked damned good.
He had three big tattoos: one with a huge cross on one side of his breastplate, baby feet that read “Messiah Jr.” on the second breastplate, and the third across his stomach, which was an inscription that I couldn’t read at the moment.
I was turned on even more when his pants dropped, and the thick print looked like it was fighting to get out of his briefs.
“I don’t make love to people I’m not in love with, and I don’t usually fuck in bedrooms, but I want to be comfortable.”
He lifted me from the counter and placed me on my feet. “Lead the way.”
