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The One He Craves – A. Marie Johnson
Hearing him chuckle quickly snapped me out of my sinful stare and I asked, “Why are you laughing?” even though I knew I’d been caught red-handed. He wasn’t naive. He knew I’d been eye-fucking him.
“I’m about to keep it straight one hundred with you, beautiful.” Andretti rubbed his jawline thoughtfully and shook his head. “You can’t keep giving me those come-hither eyes and expect me to keep being a gentleman. The freak in me is never far behind and I don’t think you’re ready for the Dretti experience.”
The alcohol we consumed at the airport was low-key still in effect and I blamed it for the cause of my easily provoked emotions. I felt not only insulted by his words but also like I had something to prove. That coupled with the thought of Britton being cuddled up in Cassandra’s bed, giving her dick that should’ve been reserved for me only, was enough to push me to make a spontaneously bold move.
Make him pay, screamed loudly over and over in my mind. What I was about to do was totally out of my character but I felt the strong need to make Britton pay for every single time he looked me in the eyes and told me I was the only woman he loved and wanted. For every single time he told me not to worry about her and then went and laid in her bed. For every single time he made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for him to be faithful.
What I was about to do danced between the line of crazy and downright insane but as I stared at Andretti’s Godly body I felt like he was the only thing that would ever be able to right Britton’s wrongs.
With slow deliberate strides, I walked over to him and drew an imaginary line up and down his rock-hard chest using my index finger. Traveling dangerously lower, my finger almost made it to the aroused bulge in his jeans but he grabbed my hand in the nick of time and looked at me skeptically.
“Are you drunk, beautiful?”
I swiftly shook my head no, being completely honest. I didn’t want him to think he could possibly be taking advantage of me on some she’s too drunk type of shit.
Still holding onto my hand, Andretti placed a tender kiss to it and stared me right in the eyes. “Look, baby, this the kinda dick that’ll make you wanna stalk a nigga. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
Well damn, since he put it that way…
I tried to look down at the floor and mull over what Andretti said but he tilted my chin back up with his finger.
“Nah. Don’t do that shy shit. You were just looking at me like you were about that life. Tell me what you want from me?”
As if that was the confidence boost I needed to stand my ground, I looked him right back in the eyes and said, “I want you to fuck me… Until I can’t think straight. Until I’m ready to pull my own damn hair out. Until I…”
Tonight, I’m Yours : ShanicexLola
One day, I wanted to have a boyfriend who my father didn’t intimidate or run away. I wanted…
“Malia.” Qawan startled me when he opened the door and looked me up and down. Smirking at my pink, silk pajamas, he reached out to pull me close by the end of my jacket. Contemplating my wants were no more. Suddenly, I just wanted him.
“I sensed you.” Qawan inhaled me, then kissed my neck. “Or I’ve been waiting on you since I left the restaurant.”
“Both make me feel good,” I admitted. Maybe it was just him, and it didn’t matter what he said. Qawan made me feel good. “Am I dressed okay for a booty call?” I asked and twirled around. Walking around him, I entered the hotel and sat on the bed with my legs crossed. On the ride over, I daydreamed about the large window with the impeccable view of the buildings in the area. Gazing out of that window as he licked laps around my clit had nearly sent me to heaven.
“Who said this was a booty call?” He leaned on the dresser across from the bed. Next to him were my bra and panties. A matching pair of my favorites.
Covering my face from embarrassment that I’d snuck out without finding them first, I sighed when his large hands grabbed onto me to reel me in. Qawan laughed at my abashment. Forcing me to look up at him, he lifted my chin with a finger and smiled. He was the type of good-looking that made you question how it was possible. This man was so beautiful that I just knew God took His precious time to create him.
“Why am I here?” I questioned him, more so his intentions overall. “Are you trying to make this a common thing or…”
“You’re here because you want to be.”
“Well, yeah, but you know what I mean.” I rolled my eyes. We were in his hotel room again. And now things were starting to concern me. I was staring around like the atmosphere was brand new. I tried to spot a ring on his finger in case he was married. Damn it! I was searching for clarity after a one-night stand.
“You’re here because I want to know how your day was. How’s your pussy doing after I took good care of it? What’s your favorite color? All that and a little more. You up for it?”
I nodded, unable to gather the right words to respond. In the spur of the moment, I kissed him. Right after I pressed my lips firmly against his, I stepped back at the same time my pussy pulsated for him.
ShanicexLola returns 10/30 with…
Journey to You: S. Rêver
Feeling her wrap her arms around me and place her head on my shoulder, I started to feel bad because she was clearly tired.
“Zelle, why are you up?”
“Why are you up?”
“Well, I got up because Mayweather was trying to beat my ass,” I said jokingly while pulling her around to take a seat on my lap. Pulling up the ottoman, I propped my feet up and reached over to grab the small blanket she had from the plane. Wrapping her up, I pulled her into my chest and looked out the window.
Giving me the time I needed to talk, she got comfortable and laid there.
“You know after my injury, things have been weird. Friends I thought I had walked away with the exception of you, Malaysia, and my boy, Jermaine, who I played with at Prairie View. It’s like they only had love when I was up, but as soon as I get down, they too busy to do shit. It’s like they were around only when they thought it would benefit them.”
“They weren’t your friends, so I say fuck ‘em. I know it’s hard, but you can’t let the actions of others disrupt your energy.”
Chuckling I tell her, “You sound like Jermaine.”
“That’s ‘cause we know what we talking about. What else is going on?” she asked while yawning.
“Nothing except the doubt of making it to the league. I just feel like I had one chance, and I blew it.” After I said that, she sat up, straddled me and stared. Her gaze stare was strong, yet gentle, demanding, yet calming.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“I just had to get a better look at you while I heard you talk so much negativity over yourself.”
I looked down because I knew she hated when I talked negatively. She views everything as a positive. Her motto is, “shit happens, now are you going to get up and fix it or walk around looking like an ass?” I’m telling y’all, the growth of this women is absolutely amazing.
Taking a deep breath, she placed her finger under my chin to lift it up.
“What do I always tell you? A king never lets his crown fall. You’re going through a hard time, but that’s all it is, and it will pass. I promise. What did you tell me at the beach? ‘Let’s leave all of our issues here and watch them wash away’, but considering we aren’t at a beach, we’re going to write down all our worries and fears, and tomorrow, we will destroy them. Deal?” she asked.
Catch us back here tomorrow for Sample Sunday featuring Chelsea Maria, Lex. C, and Monica Walters!