𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔
𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎
𝚃𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚜
𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢, 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚐
-Summer Walker | Girls Need Love-
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I can't believe that out of all the niggas in Atlanta that could've asked me this, it had to be Derek. The one nigga I've fought with more times than I can count. The one nigga who's very presence makes my blood boil. But now? Now he had me feeling all kinds of weird. A good weird.
His offer has my heart pounding against my rib cage and I'm so turned on. But there's a few things I need to know before I accept.
"That depends." I say, raising my eyebrow again, biting my lip and he's all ears. "Are you clean?"
Derek laughs, he looks both offended and aroused at my question, "Of course. You think I'm out here raw-doggin'? Stop playin' wit me, 'Riyah." He leans back again, the smile never leaving his face and I roll my eyes, crossing my legs. "Nah, but forreal. I get checked like twice a year. And I got tested a few days ago after..." His voice trails off and I can tell he was about to mention Kayla, his ex's name but he stopped himself. "I can go home and get my papers if you wanna see."
"No, I believe you." I said, studying his face.
"You on tha pill?"
"Yeah, I take that shit everyday, at the same time like clockwork." I confirm, "But that don't mean to go shootin' the club up either, Derek." I said and we shared a nervous laugh.
"Haha, I gotchu." he says, our chuckles simmering down. "A'ight. What else, Judge Judy?"
I ignore his smart ass comment. "Any other women I need to know about?"
"If this is ya way of askin' me if I was fucking around on Kayla, then you can get that shit outcha head right now." he retorted, leaning back in his chair. "No side hoes. Despite what you might think, I ain't never been that type of nigga."
"Okay. You just seemed to be movin' on quick, that's all."
He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. "Kayla and I were over before we were officially over, a'ight?" His voice is low and he takes a deep breath and finally looks at me. I nod. "What else?"
I turn to him, finally about to ask him what I've been curious about for a while. "You talk shit in the bed?"
His laughter fills the car. "Is that a deal breaker?" he asks, I can tell he's getting aroused with my question, so that's a good sign.
"Well," I start, tapping my bottom lip with one finger. "Depends. You ain't gonna be callin' me out my name or nothin' right?"
"Nah, shorty." He said. "But yeah, I say what I feel, when I feel it."
"Good." I nod, his interest now piqued. "You like grabbing, touching...spanking?"
He chuckles again, his eyes going dark with interest. "Yeah, all of dat shit." he says, leaning closer to whisper in my ear. "but only if you want it."
I raise an eyebrow, trying to keep my satisfaction from showing and my pussy is throbbing. I can see it on his face too, the growing desire and curiosity. He's turned on by my boldness, the straight-forwardness in my approach and I'm getting stimulated by just his honesty and how he looks so ready to explore me.
"I do."
"A'ight den." He turns his keys, switching his engine off. "Lead the way."
"Okay." We get out and walk towards the nearest door into the building, my heart pounding so loud I'm sure he can hear it. We don't say anything to each other, but he follows behind me, my heels tapping loudly on the marbled floors. I turn around to look at him and his eyes are already trained, on me.
