Page 39 of Nothing Like Your Ex

Gripping her waist, he delivered deep strokes that had Kwinn levitating to another galaxy. Melo had some out of this world, travel to another planet, abandon earth and whoever the fuck else kind of dick. She threw her ass back, wanting to feel every single inch. And she did. Right in her chest. That’s how deep he was venturing, writing and rapping his name on the pussy and heart as if he owned them.

“Oh my gosh!” Kwinn screamed as he fucked her through another release with a handful of hair in his fist.

Legs trembling, she laid on her stomach as the aftermath of a good fuck session coursed through her frame. Above her, Melo massaged her cheeks and stroked her slowly.

“I know you ain’t tapping out,” he teased, pulling out of her.

Melo flipped her onto her back, sucked on her nipples, kissed down her stomach, and ate her pussy for another seven minutes. Kwinn couldn’t hear out of her eyes or see out of her ears. Melo had literally fucked the senses out of her, mixing and matching them, confusing her of what reality was.

“It’s a’ight. I got you,” Melo whispered. Kissing her lips, he slipped his tongue in her mouth while situating her legs over his shoulders and sliding inside her. “You see how good you taste?”

Melo gazed down at her adoringly as she peeled her eyes open. His gold cross chain dangled in her face as he damn near fucked her through the mattress.

Rubbing her nipples, Kwinn nodded. “Yes.”

“How good?”

“Like I’m yours,” Kwinn answered, flexing her muscles around him.

Melo smiled and long-stroked her. He worked his hips, lowering his chest to hers. Pound for pound, he took her body to heights Kwinn had never experienced. Burying his face in her neck, Melo moaned loudly.

“Fuck, baby!” He grunted, feeling his head spin. “Fuuuuck.”

His guttural obscenities had Kwinn dragging her nails down his back. Wanting to pull that nut up out of him, she wound her hips and licked his neck. His body shuddered, and she went in for the kill.

“Mmm, keep fucking me just like that. Let me feel this dick cum,” she purred in his ear.

He stood no chance with her soft tone and filthy words. With relentless, powerful strokes that left her breathless, Melo fucked her harder, giving her everything he got before pulling out of her.

“Come catch this nut, Pretty.” He huffed.

Kwinn didn’t have a chance to climb to her knees. Melo was at the side of her face, holding her head in one hand, and his dick in the other. His nut sputtered onto her tongue as euphoria engulfed him. His nut tasted so good, Kwinn moaned as she swallowed it and licked her lips.

“Damn baby,” Melo breathed, swiping hair from her forehead and chuckling. “I hope you know you just fucked up. Ain’t no getting rid of me now.”

Smiling, Kwinn rubbed a hand through his silky pubes up to his sweaty abs. “Lucky me.”

CHAPTER 9

Running into Kwinn at the concert put another battery in Melo’s back. She claimed to be the lucky one, but he felt like he was the one who’d won as he watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful and pretty, snoring lightly against his bare chest. Melo ran a hand over her tousled hair, massaged her scalp, then kissed her forehead.

She was out cold, wearing nothing but his white tank top, and rightfully so. They’d fucked for damn near half the night, taken a quick break to eat and shower, then were right back at it, reacquainting themselves with each other’s anatomy. Melo couldn’t recall the last time he just simply wanted to lay up with a woman. Yes, he had his needs, but most of the time after they drained his dick, there wasn’t much else to discuss.

Kwinn was different, though. She kept him on his toes and had a playful side that Melo appreciated. He envisioned their future together, traveling the world, running up a bag, and enjoying the fruits of their labor. Maybe a couple of children and definitely more millions. But more than anything, Melo saw himself being happy and making her happier than any other nigga ever could. If he had his way, there wouldn’t be a chance for one to even make her smile. All of that belonged to him.

Melo rocked with her heavy and though he’d love to stay in bed admiring his sleeping beauty, he had a few calls to make and business to handle. Putting Kwinn in the video wasn’t done maliciously. They’d already been feeling each other, and it made perfect sense to have her in it rather than some random woman. They had natural chemistry, and it wasn’t hard to tell. She looked good and naturally brought the song to life. It was a no-brainer to make Kwinn the obvious and only choice.

Now, Melo wanted to ensure she was paid indefinitely for her contributions. If her voice was going to stay on the record, he wanted her compensated every time that shit made money. He’d already told his manager to reach out to her team and gather whatever information they needed to make it official. Kwinn had a business of her own, so he knew better than to slip a check into her hand without paperwork. She’d get her percentage, her credit if she wanted it, and whatever else came with being attached to the song. Melo wasn’t playing about that.

As Kwinn stirred in her sleep, she stretched her entire body across his, snuggling closer to his neck. Melo grinned and rubbed her thigh that was draped over him.

“You woke?” he asked.

Kwinn shook her head, and he chuckled. “I just wanna lay here,” she murmured against his skin.

“You can. Let me rap with you right quick, though. Good morning.”

She grinned. “Good morning.”