Page 42 of Heart of a Savage
I took his hand and led him down the hall into the bedroom I always occupied when I stayed here. As soon as I turned on the lights, he was on me. Tossing me on the bed and kissing and licking my areolas and nipples as if he couldn’t wait to devour me, he took my answer on how I wanted to have sex seriously. My head fell back because I loved having my breasts sucked. His fingers found my center, and my eyes squeezed tightly when his thumb rotated over my clit. I could feel my arousal leaking, and he hadn’t even done much to me.
He lifted, dropped his briefs, and tore into the box of condoms.
“I would like to inform you that once we start, I’m not stopping until all of these are disposed of. If at any time I’m hurting you, just let me know. Now, we can start off nice and easy and end it rough—your choice. I’m trying to be nice.”
A smile opened on my face. “Not you giving a disclaimer…” I laughed. “Just fuck me and don’t cum quick.”
His eyes dropped dangerously low as he pulled me to the edge of the bed, spread my legs wide, and slid deep inside of me. My body tensed before he began to assault me deliciously. My eyes closed as I enjoyed the moment before I felt him pinch my nipple.
“Ahh, shit!” I screamed out in pleasure and pain.
“Eyes on me, Arie. Don’t close them again.”
“Nigga, you—oh fuck!” I yelled when he started hitting me with those death strokes.
“Mmhmm. I see you like to learn the hard way. This pussy is about to be in a conservatory… fucking trapped with my dick being the only key to let her out.”
I couldn’t speak to say something smart, and right then, I knew I had fucked up.
“Tell me you’re sorry, Juicy.” I closed my eyes, and he pinched my nipple again. “Eyes to the front.”
“I hate you!” I groaned, grabbing his ass and rolling my hips to match his thrusts. He abruptly pulled out, and I instantly felt my body react in a familiar way.
Oh, hell no. Not again.
I reached for him, but he knocked my hands away, flipped me over, then leaned into me. “Apologize, or I’m going to get you to the top, then bring your ass back down consecutively until you apologize.”
“Messiah, I swear… if you don’t make me cum, I’m going to slice your dick off.”
“Okay… I see you don’t believe fat meat is greasy.”
He slid back inside of me, pounding and slapping my ass. When I felt myself about to cum, he pulled out. He did this over and over again until I had no choice but to cry out.
“Okay! Fuck! You win. I’m fucking sorry!” I couldn’t see him from behind, but I just knew his ass was smirking.
“I appreciate you, baby. Good girl. You ready to cum for me?”
“Yes... Make me cum!”
I couldn’t fucking believe myself. This was so out of character for me because I was the dominant one when it came to sex. I didn’t allow men to feel as if they had control and power over me in the bedroom or outside of it. But this nigga—the one that made my ass itch and who I shouldn’t have let fuck me—did just that.
And I was loving every bit of it.
I’m so stupid...
One Week Later…
This week has been super busy.
Not only were orders coming in back-to-back, but my employees must have thought I wouldn’t fire their asses. They were calling out left and right, which caused orders to be delayed and my anger to flare.
I knew that when my father gave me this position, I would have to do more than just oversee the distribution. I would have to oversee the employees, mergers, orders, and finances. Although Moses was in charge of that, I still felt the need to go behind him to ensure he got the count right. That nigga loved to get high and party too much for me not to go behind him.
On top of all that, my father was pressing us to find out who robbed his truck. The two people who Mo and Mike had working the trucks still had yet to be found.
I was tired of this shit.
I knew today was going to be the day I sat my father down and told him to cancel the street shit. It wasn’t necessary anymore, and it was putting us at a larger risk.
