Page 60 of Heart of a Savage
“Shiiit… mmm!” She held my head in place, grinding her pussy in my face. I allowed her to get her shit off as her moans filled the air. Moments later, she was squirting in my face, and I was swallowing it all.
Lifting from her, I wasted no time sliding in between her juicy-ass walls and diving deep.
“Damn…” I grunted out as I swerved my hips to bask in her pussy.
I don’t think I’d ever had pussy so good. I could feel myself becoming addicted to the way her walls gripped me, and her pussy stayed lubricated just for me as I rocked away. I knew I was on one because I didn’t even strap up.
I couldn’t.
I needed to feel all of her without the barrier.
Her moans brought me out of my own head. “Messiah…”
“Yeah, baby. Talk to me.”
“Stop fucking me like you love me, nigga.” I sank my teeth into her neck. “Ouch!”
“What I tell you about that word?”
“Can you just fuck me harder, please?”
I stopped my movements as I looked down at her pretty face. “I know you called me over to fuck you how you want, but I want to fuck for my pleasure as well. You can’t be selfish, love. Let me take my time in this pussy so I can enjoy it. When I’m done, I’ll give you your perfect ending. Is that cool with you?”
“No.”
I chuckled before rocking my dick back inside of her again. To bite back my own moans, I told her, “Well, that’s unfortunate for you… Soon enough, you won’t be the beast in your story. I’m going to show you the beauty that you try to hide inside.”
I traced her lips with my tongue, then drove my tongue in her mouth. I fucked her slow and deep, showing her a gentleness I’d never extended to anyone. I wasn’t a fool to think I could change her with dick, but I knew I could, at the very least, soften her up.
After ending our session with me giving her what she requested, we lay quietly wrapped in the picnic blanket, listening to Anita as I massaged her scalp.
“I can’t keep doing this with you,” she voiced, interrupting the tranquil moment.
I laughed lightly. “Why?”
“You’re trying to make me fall for you.”
“Why is that a bad thing?”
“Because I’m not sane, Messiah. I don’t think you understand… I don’t get into relationships because if a nigga hurts me, he’s for sure going to die.”
“How about we just call it a friendship?—”
“See. You know you’re going to be full of shit, that’s why you don’t want more.”
I laughed. “Arie, you don’t scare me, love. Death doesn’t scare me. I want to fix whatever’s broken inside of you, but Iwon’t beg you. I’ma move at your pace. I want to be someone you can call on whenever you need me. I want to be your friend.”
She sat up and looked down at me. “Why?”
“Because as much as you try to fight it, I know you want that. You actually crave it. I see it when you look at your sister and my brother. You want that, too, but you so caught up in being this independent savage who hates relationships that you don’t realize that you’re blocking your blessings.”
“Are you in love with your son’s mother?”
“Hell no! And never will be.”
“Then why did you get her pregnant?”
“It damn sure wasn’t purposely. Me and my brothers had a one-night stand with her. I was drunk as hell, and I know I used protection, but she poked holes in the condom… I didn’t know her ass. I denied my son for a year until the DNA test proved that he was mine. I don’t have any ties to that woman, and the only reason she’s in my house is because of my son. She’s moving out next week, though.”
