Page 17 of Ruger
"Pretty ass pussy... This is what you want, right? You want a nigga to stroke this kitty?"
"Uhnn, yesss, baby. Yes!" My fingers plunged deeper, tapping at her G-spot. Her body rocked uncontrollably as I slapped her ass over and over again while soothing it.
"Shit! Shit! Shiiit!" she cried out as her body convulsed and her wetness soaked my fingers and my palm.
A groan escaped me, licking her creamy juices from my fingers. My ass was tripping the fuck out. Her smell, her moans, and her cushy, gushy walls all had my head floating into dumb land. I didn't know Kenzi's health status and just licked my fucking fingers clean. She tasted like fresh strawberries, and it was already too late. Just from tasting her juices alone, I was fucking addicted.
When her body relaxed, I scooped her up and carried her up the stairs. Once inside the bathroom, I placed her on her feet and turned on the water, plugging the tub and turning on the jets. When I turned to help her inside, she pulled at my jeans, trying to undo them. I grabbed her wrists, putting them above her head and pushing her against the wall. I slipped my tongue in her mouth, slowly kissing her as she moaned into my mouth. I could feel the desperation in her body language and the way she kissed me back and thrust her hips into me. I bit her lip. She flinched,then I sucked the pain away. I pulled back and stared into her eyes.
"I'm not fucking you," I told her while my lips graced hers.
Her big brown eyes looked up at me as she smirked. "You will."
My phone rang, breaking me out of the trance her ass had me in. I wanted to beast her out so badly my dick hurt.
"Soak them cheeks. I know they're burning." I pulled away from her, leaving her in the bathroom while I took the call.
Anger seared through me, and my vision saw nothing but red as I listened to Jax on the other end of my line. I knew Nino wouldn't let this shit linger. I even anticipated when he would attack, but my timing was off, because I allowed Kenzi to distract me. I wouldn't totally blame her, but she was part of the reason my brother was on my phone telling me my shop had been set on fire. This beef had become personal. That nigga just signed his own death certificate. I was going to go about this the right way and offer the nigga more than just paying his cousin's hospital bill, but nah, my nigga was about tofeelme.
"Load up. We setting shit off tonight. Get Meeko to round up the crew."
"Say less."
I hung up and counted down from twenty three times. It wouldn't completely go away, but it would calm me enough not to harm the people around me.
Once my heartbeat settled, I put on my boots and vest, then grabbed my keys from the table. I went back up the stairs and found Kenzi coming out of the bathroom.
"Ghana, this is my third time calling you. Please call me back. I'm getting worried. If you don't call me back in the next ten minutes, I'm leaving here and coming to find your ass. Call me!" she stressed, hanging up.
"He's good, Mona. He's somewhere where there's no service."
"Well, how am I supposed to talk to him? We talk every day."
"I promise when I get to him, I'll have him call you." She nodded.
"My butt hurts. Look what you did." She turned and lifted the towel, showing me the purple handprints on her perfect ass. I licked my lips, temporarily finding peace in the pain I caused. A half smile lifted on my face as she turned back to me with her eyebrow raised. "You're insane."
"I told you not to fuck with me. Come here." I walked into the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet, and grabbed the witch hazel cream. I closed the lid on the toilet, sat down, and pulled her close to me.
"Turn around." She turned and lifted her towel as I fought the urge to eat her ass. "I gotta go. Some shit went down, and I have to go take care of it," I told her, rubbing the cream on her.
"W—Is my brother okay? I tried calling him three times today but didn't get an answer." She turned her head slightly to look down at me.
"I said he's good. I spoke with him after Jax left earlier."
"Could you please tell him to call me when you see him?"
"Yeah... I gotta go. I'm going to lock you down?—"
"Lock me down? What do you mean?"
"I have to use the security system to lock down the building and the windows."
"Ruger, tell me what's happening, please."
"Just know that by this time tomorrow, you'll be safe and free to go."
"But—"
