Page 59 of Heart of a Savage
“I don’t need shit from you but your dick.”
“So, you’re just using me for dick?”
She frowned. “What else do I need you for?”
I smirked. “For love, a home, a family, and great sex.”
“Great sex is all I need, Messiah.”
“We’ll see. Come on, show me what you made your man.”
She pulled away from me. “Okay, let’s lay out some ground rules, right now. I don’t do love, affection, sentiments, or noneof that shit. This whole setup was for me only, but then I started thinking about that dick and wanted him to join the party. Don’t try to make this more than what it is, because this ain’t that.”
“How you want the dick and not the man it’s attached to? We’re a package deal, baby.”
“You could be ignored, nigga.”
“Who the fuck hurt you so I can go settle up with that nigga? There is no way a woman as beautiful as you just woke up one day and decided to be this heartless. I’m not believing that shit.”
“You don’t know my life?—”
“I’m trying to, but you’re making shit difficult. I know you like me outside of this premium dick I give you. I know ya people ain’t raise you to be that way.”
“What do you want from me, Messiah? You want to know how my father taught me and Paige how to hustle since high school? Or by the age of twenty-one, we were trained shooters? Or maybe you’d like to know that my father and uncle have always been the men I looked up to, who I admired and wanted to be like? I didn’t have a… what you would call, ‘soft life.’ My mom tried to do girly shit with me, but I was too much of a tomboy by the time she tried.
“I’d always been a daddy’s girl. When he went away, so did my emotions. I knew I had to be hard because the opposite sex looks at women as being beneath them. They look at us as weak and vulnerable, and they prey on that shit. I couldn’t allow them to think I was one of them, so I cut out the bullshit and got straight to the point. Sex with no strings and no promises of a future. It’s just who I am, Messiah.”
I watched her as she searched through songs on the YouTube app on the mounted TV. The way she said it so casually, I knew she had some major damage done to her heart. I wanted to fix it. I didn’t know why, but there was something pulling me to her, encouraging me to be the one to heal her broken heart.
“What do you desire most, Arieana?”
She turned to face me. “What do you mean?”
“What do you want out of life? What are you passionate about? Have you ever had dreams of doing something you love?”
“I love what I do now,” she said, smirking. When I didn’t return the sentiment, she rolled her eyes. “I used to want to be an interior designer… Like remodel homes. I bought this place while it was in an ugly stage and remodeled it.”
“Oh, really?” I asked, shocked. “I may have to hire you.”
“I respectfully decline. That used to be a dream. That dream is deferred now.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
Arie walked up to me, sliding her hand in my joggers and grabbing my dick. Her soft palm massaged me until I became fully erect. “I’ll be willing to talk more later, but right now, I want to talk to my friend. Can you make me cum, please?”
I laughed. “Since you asked nicely, you can have whatever you want, love.”
She smiled and squatted in front of me, pulling my dick out and devouring it. I drew in a sharp breath as I watched those perfect lips move up and down my dick. I removed the hair tie from her hair and watched it fall into her face and around her shoulders. I pushed it back, watching her enjoying necking me. Arie could play tough, but I knew somewhere deep inside that cold heart, she wanted me to give her what she’d been missing.
I was never one to care about a woman’s feelings. Not because I didn’t value them, but because Ashlyn and Ryan Crawford instilled in us to never play with a woman’s emotions. If we weren’t going to go all in, we knew not to give women false hope until we were ready to commit.
Arie was changing that for me. It could’ve been that mean-ass demeanor she had that no longer phased me. Maybe it was her acting like she didn’t need a nigga that made me want tohumble her pretty ass. Not because I wanted to control her either. Instead, I wanted to give her thatsoft lifeshe claimed she never had.
When I felt myself about to blow, I pulled away from her, lifting her and taking her over to the picnic area, laying her on the blanket. I could see she had bite-sized sandwiches, chips, fruits, melted chocolate, whipped cream, and the champagne she brought along with her.
I grabbed the chocolate, pouring some over her nipples before I devoured them. A soft whimper escaped her lips as I continued to trail my tongue over her nipples, to her abdomen, down to her pretty, shaved pussy.
Arie writhed beneath me, lifting her hips, trying to shove her pussy in my face. I chuckled, but obliged, pouring chocolate over her mound and feasting.
