Page 1 of Gotta Jones For Ya

1:37 a.m.

I shoulda been took my ass to sleep, but nah.

I was up scrollin’, eyes glued to that damn social media post like a nut.

Nyomi was thirst trappin’ again on her fluffy lookin’ bed. Her brown skin had a glow like she bathed in coconut oil and attitude, and she had her white French tip toes in the camera like…

I damn near dropped my phone in my cup of Don.

I’d been pressin’ her heavy for a minute.

Real heavy.

Reactin’ to everything. Fire emojis. Eye emojis. DMs like:

She left me on read every fuckin’ time, but that never stopped me.

Low key, I wanted her to play hard.

I needed a challenge to make the kill sweeter. Then… like fate, like the freak gods finally stamped my request, I seen that notification pop up one night wit’ a DM from her.

I booked the damn flight before she could unsend it.

Then, I sent her a screenshot of the flight confirmation.

Then, I sent the screenshot of my MyChart info lettin’ her know a nigga was clean and wasn’t playin’ no games.

Her reply came through wit' a screenshot of her MyChart info.

It was on.

The next day, Nyomi landed in East Hollis, and I pulled up in the black Charger, music thumpin’ low, tryna play it cool when I was geeked as fuck inside.

Nyomi walked out the terminal lookin’ bad as fuck in a purple two-piece short set.

Thick thighs, soft ass belly I wanted to kiss, legs for days, and that pretty face wit’ a button nose and long ass lashes flyin’ from her almond shaped eyes.

“Damn…”

I muttered without thinkin’ as she slid into the passenger seat. She smelled like cocoa butter, rockin’ a fresh middle part down to her fat ass and a lil’ bit of fuck-you energy.

“Hey,”

she laughed.

“You’re the same Keon that be in my DMs extra confident, right? Don’t get fanned out now.”

“A fan?”

I grinned.

“Baby, you sittin’ next to your future husband and don’t even know it. And call me Knuck.”

The ride to the hotel was straight tension.

Teasin’.

She touched my thigh once and smirked like she didn't do nothin’.

When we hit a red light, I turned and looked at her hard. She met my eyes like, what? “You know I’m finna beat the brakes off that pussy, right?”

“I know you better not be all talk. That’s what I know.”

I chuckled and shook my head.

She didn't have a clue, but she was gon’ find out soon enough.

When we got to room 819 at the telly, Nyomi stepped in and kicked off her slides, not sayin’ a word, just lookin’ ‘round the nice ass room while she set her bag down.

Then she turned ‘round slowly, arms folded under them soft ass titties, eyes locked on mine.

“So, what’s up?”

“I’m finna fuck you like you mine,”

I said, walkin’ up to her.

“But I’m not yours, love.”

I licked my lips and tilted her chin up.

“But you gon’ be.”

I kissed her hard like I’d been starvin’ for her mouth.

She melted for half a second, then bit my bottom lip and pushed me back like, don’t get comfortable.

Then, she grabbed her bag and walked into the bathroom.

But that was all I needed.

A green light wrapped in resistance. I ain't even gon’ hold you—as soon as Nyomi stepped out that bathroom in that black mesh lingerie, thighs glistenin’ and nipples pokin’, I knew I was in love.

Her body was sinful, and that walk? That slow, cocky sway of her hips? My dick bricked up on sight. “Damn,”

I muttered, eyes locked on her curves.

“You put that shit on for a nigga.”

She smirked.

“Don’t flatter yourself. This is just what I relax in.”

“Yeah, aight,”

I stood up from the bed, lickin’ my lips, eyes devourin’ her. She laughed and started walkin’ toward the bed, but I caught her hand and spun her straight into me.

“You think this shit funny, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

She bit her bottom lip and leaned in, brushin’ her mouth across mine.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

My lips met hers in a filthy, deep-ass kiss that stole her breath and made her gasp against my mouth.

Tongues slid.

Teeth clashed.

My hands slid down the curve of her ass while hers tugged at the back of my neck.

I picked her up, had her legs wrapped around my waist, and lay her down slowly on the bed.

I stood at the foot of the mattress, peeled off my shirt and Chrome Hearts jeans, then hooked my fingers in the band of her panties.

“You wet already?”

“I been wet,”

she shot back, bold as hell.

“Mmm.”

I dragged them down slowly, and her thighs parted just enough to tease.

“Say less.”

I dropped to my knees like she was communion and buried my face in her pretty pussy. Tongue lappin’, suckin’, flickin’, nose deep. She moaned loud and messy, hands caressin’ my waves, legs already tremblin’.

“Keon, oh my God…”

I sucked on her clit harder and slid two fingers in while I tongue-fucked her slowly. She damn near arched off the bed.

“Wait… fuuucckkk! Don’t stop… don’t…”

I didn’t. I ate her pussy like I was hungrier than a muthafucka. Kissed it, spit on it, licked her all over until she came wit’ her thighs squeezin’ tight ‘round my head, screamin’ my name. Then she pushed at my head, breathless, legs twitchin’.

“Your mouth is disrespectful,”

she panted.

I licked my lips, grinnin’.

“Wait ‘til you see what this dick do.”

I climbed onto the bed, kissed up her stomach, sucked one tit while massagin’ the other. Then I slid my dick between her lips, slow and deep, watchin’ her reaction.

Her breath caught. Her nails dug into my arms. “Mmmm…”

“You feel that?”

I growled, stroke deep and steady.

“You feel me claimin’ you from the inside?”

“It’s... so thick,”

She moaned, bit her bottom lip, and then I pulled her off the bed. Had her up against the hotel mirror, her leg up on the dresser, one hand grippin’ her hip while the other held her throat just enough to keep her still.

“Look at yourself,”

I growled in her ear.

She whimpered, “Keon…”

“Knuck,”

I reminded her, slidin’ in slowly. Her pussy was wet, warm, and damn near dangerous. Grippin’. Sloshin’.

“Damn, girl. This pussy tight just how I like it.”

She moaned my name, eyes glazed, sweat pearled on her back.

Backshots came next—loud, filthy, clappin’ them cheeks like I had somethin’ to prove. I had her face down on the bed, ass arched perfectly, her moanin’ into the sheets and tryna run every few strokes. I gripped her waist tighter, yanking her back.

“Nah, don’t run from me. You knew what the fuck this was.”

“Knuck, oh my God. Wait. Wait… shiiit!”

Her legs was shakin’ as she came, ass bouncin’, voice gone. I flipped her over and slid in again, deep and dirty.

“I said… waaaaiiiittttt!”

“For what? Cum on this dick again.”

Her nails clawed my back as her eyes rolled back. I kissed her open mouth while she nutted again. That shit was loud, wet, and nasty. She barely had time to recover before I pulled her on top of me.

“Ride this muthafucka.”

“Knuck…”

“Now.”

She straddled me, slowly grindin' wit’ her hands on my chest and hair fallin’ in her face. I gripped her hips while she bounced. She rode my dick frontwards, then she turned ‘round and rode me backwards, titties jigglin’, ass clappin’, both of us moanin’.

“Shit… that’s it,”

I growled, slappin’ her ass.

“Take that dick. Take all of it.”

She leaned back, ridin’ deep and sloppy, her moans bouncin’ off the walls.

“I’m cumming!!! Fuuucckkk, I’m cumming!”

“Let go, baby. I gotchu.”

She came again, legs shakin’ as I kept poundin’ her shit. Sweat drippin’. Pussy grippin’.

“I love this pussy,”

I whispered, kissin’ her neck.

“Look how you take this dick.”

She nodded, body limp, moanin', and I grunted, fuckin' her hard. One more stroke. One more moan. Then I lifted her up, pulled out and nutted on the sheets, strokin’ every last drop out.

“Your ass lucky I pulled out. Fuck ‘round and give you twins.”

She blinked.

“Are… are you crazy?”

“Crazy for you.”

She lay there wit’ her legs spread, breath catchin’ up, sweat on her chest, and that same smart-ass glint in her eyes. I leaned over, kissed her collarbone, brushed her braid back, and said, “Told you I’d fuck that attitude outta you, baby.”

She smirked.

“It was cute.”

“Cute? You came twice.”

“Three times,”

she corrected.

“And don’t get cocky. This doesn’t mean anything. It was just sex, right?”

I froze. She stretched, climbed off the bed, and added, “Don’t start acting weird. I’m not looking for all that extra shit. Just needed some really good dick.”

Then she winked.

“And you made the cut.”

I watched her walk into the bathroom like I wasn’t still tryna catch my breath. Just some dick? Nah. That pussy had some power. I felt it. And I didn’t give a fuck what she said this was. I wasn’t lettin’ her go. Ever.