Page 82 of Range
Her grip on my legs tightened. Her fingertips pressed into my skin. Those long legs trembled. So did her bottom lip. Her eyes were on me, but her eyelids were heavy. Her features were scrunched. And, her mouth was wide enough for me to stick my dick right in it. And, I would. But, not right now. Not right here.
“Siaaaaaaaah.”
I flexed my fingers, applying more pressure to her clit as I slid my thumb across her swollenness. Unable to stomach the distance between my lips and hers, I wrapped my hand around her neck. Her spine straightened. Her legs widened. Her skirt slid up her ass. And, her body moved closer to me.
I assaulted her pretty lips with mine, hoping my ruggedness didn’t alter their softness. My tongue entered her mouth, anxious to explore. Range was sweet like nectar. I could taste the mintiness lingering on her tongue. She’d had candy.
I wrote my name in cursive on every surface I touched inside of her mouth. Her jaws. Her teeth. Her tongue. The roof of hermouth. The floor of her mouth. Her gums. No place was safe. Simultaneously, no place was safer.
“Mmmmm.”
Her chest heaved. She was mounting. Her peak was here. I tightened my grip around her neck and elongated the strokes of her pussy. She was long overdue for a deep thrust of my caliber. She’d have it soon enough.
“Mmmmm.”
She slid backward, freeing herself from my grasp. Breathlessly, she panted. I watched her fail to collect her bearings. I watched her fail to enlist her morals. I watched her crumble. I watched her crash. I watched her burn.
She was in flames. Warm to the touch. Face flushed a shade of red I’d never witnessed before.
I pushed forward, closing the gap between us again. My hand made itself a home around her neck again. And our eyes were locked again.
“Playtime is over, Range. Get rid of that nigga you’re allowing to hold space in your life or consider yourself fired. I don’t take threats lightly. I’ll extract you from my legal team quicker than I can make you cum and won’t feel a fucking way about it.”
She managed to retain some strength. Some audacity. Some nerve.
“You don’t have a legal team, Josiah. I’m all you have.”
“You were an option. Not the only option. A gift. A favor. I can have a new favor by morning.”
“What do you want from me?” She asked, breath shaky and eyes glistening.
Her chest had swelled significantly. Her emotions were running rampant. She’d lost all self-control. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.
I tapped my index finger against her chest.
Silence.
She didn’t have words. Neither did I.
As I released her from my grasp, freeing her of both my hands, I slipped the moist one in my mouth. A smile pulled my lips backward on my face.
Mmmm.
“Because that pussy is already mine.”
I stood and headed for the door. Two knocks and the buzzing began. Just as it widened enough for me to pass through, I turned to share my final thought.
“Go to that nigga’s house tonight and you’re going to experience your darkest day, Sunshine.”
EIGHT
The silky waves made the catamaran’s journey in the open sea more pleasant than I’d anticipated. On the deck, I rested my eyes behind the tint of Chanel shades. A beige two-piece from this year’s catalog covered parts of my body that weren’t for the public’s viewing.
The sun’s rays kissed my skin. The toasty evening would leave a beautiful tan. The results were making their rounds in my head in the form of nude mirror meetings and halters to dinner with the women I would give a lung for.
Give my life for.
But, so was he. Looping around my head as if he owned property. He’d built an entire estate on both sides of my brain, hardly leaving room for anyone else.
