Page 11 of No Gemini Does it Better (BLP Signs of Love #2)

Against my better judgment, I’d slid up in them fuckin’ cheeks and beat Sawyer’s pussy out the frame.

How could I not? All those years I’d spent locked away, I’d gained quite the appetite for a woman as fine as her.

It’d been too damn long since I’d laid eyes on a female that wasn’t a dusty-ass CO looking like a busted can of biscuits, let alone touched one.

Sawyer was too damn sexy, and her moans were like music to my ears.

I’d fantasize about my time with her for many moons to come.

My body came down from the high of busting in her mouth, and before I let shit get any further, I peeled myself off the couch and marched toward the bathroom.

The rain was still pouring down in sheets, soaking everything outside to the bone, but I didn’t care.

I needed to gather my thoughts away from Sawyer.

Being around her had a nigga feelin’ a lil mushy as if Cupid had hit me with too much precision, and I needed to put a safe distance between us.

She was . . . beautiful. Dangerous but beautiful.

Her curves. Her long braids. Shit, she could’ve been baldheaded like Eve, and I still wouldn’t give a fuck.

She smelled so damn good. Her skin was velvety soft.

She was intelligent enough to hold a conversation.

And to top it all off, she had the kind of pussy I could eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Sawyer was right. Her ass was perfect. I found myself constantly sneaking glances, thanking the man above that he created her just the way he did.

If it had been anybody else’s crib I broke into instead of hers, I probably would’ve been caught a body and been in an even more fucked up situation. Sawyer had shown a nigga a level of hospitality I knew I didn’t deserve. I fucked with her the long way for that.

Nah. I can’t hit it again. I had to remember why I was there in the first place.

It wasn’t for some good pussy or to make a love connection.

It was simply a place to wait out the storm until it concluded.

I turned on the shower and let it run for a couple of minutes.

My mind swirled with thoughts of Sawyer, with feelings I couldn’t quite comprehend—fear for how bad I wanted her and excitement of all the freaky shit I might do to her body if given another chance.

I loved being deep inside her stomach or watching her leg get to shaking.

The two of us together had proven to be diabolical in the bedroom.

When I stepped behind the curtain, I instantly noticed the water temperature wasn’t the same.

It was lukewarm at best. No power meant there was a limited supply of hot water.

I lathered up the same washcloth I’d used after my workout, not wanting to hear Sawyer nag about me dirtying up all her shit.

I turned around to allow the water to run the soap down my back when I heard the curtain pull back.

The cold air hit my skin as my eyes darted over my left shoulder to see Sawyer standing there.

She didn’t have to say a word. The look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.

I knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted a nigga to have her climbing up the walls like Spiderman and shit.

She wanted a nigga to dive headfirst in that pussy.

She wanted me to drown. And I wanted that too.

But just because I wanted to do it didn’t mean I should’ve.

“What yo’ freaky ass doing in here, shawty? You ain’t had enough yet?” I teased with a smirk when I noticed the unopened gold wrapper sandwiched between her index and middle fingers.

“What if I haven’t?” Sawyer asked, her voice soft and sultry like velvet.

Her sickeningly sweet voice in my presence almost sent me into a tailspin. Instead, I chuckled darkly, knowing I had the upper hand. “Damn, shawty. When’s the last time a nigga broke you off properly?”

“It’s your fault.”

“How is it my fault?”

“Because nobody told you to fuck me like that,” she stated.

The raw truth in her words sent a thrill racing through me, a bolt of lightning that ignited every nerve.

I shot her a snakelike grin. “Shit, I was just tryna earn my keep.”

“You did that and more.”

“You want me to fuck you again?”

“I do.”

“You think that’s a good idea?”

Her eyes locked on me as she tried to mask her lust. Her braids were in a messy bun on top of her head, and her muscles were tense and ready for action.

Sawyer took a step toward me, and my heart thundered in my chest. If I wasn’t careful, shawty would have me bound up in them cheeks again before I knew it.

“What else is there for us to do?”

My gaze dropped to her naked body, revealing the soft curves she’d hidden from me when we initially met.

I reached out and brushed my knuckles down her cheekbone, tracing the line of her soft jaw before cupping her chin in my wet hand.

“Sawyer,” I whispered her name. “You know a nigga can’t resist you. ”

My warm breath fanned across her lips as I leaned in closer. I pressed my body against hers, my hardened arousal grinding against her thigh.

“Then don’t,” she breathed out.

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, licking away the water droplets that had gathered there, before leaning in to trace the outline of her dark areola and the contours of each nipple.

She gasped at the sensation as I pinched them both between my thumb and forefinger, before rolling them gently with deft fingers.

I nipped at her neck softly, then harder, leaving love bites on her wet skin before pulling back to look at her once more. I slipped my hand between her legs, invading her sweet spot with implied consent. She gasped, arching into me as the first wave of her orgasm surfaced.

“Fuckkkkkkkk.” She squealed. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

I kissed her roughly, forcing my tongue into her mouth as I brutishly finger fucked her against the shower wall.

I felt the heat emanating from her body, seeping into mine like a drug that left me lightheaded and dizzy with desire.

I planned to fuck her gorgeous ass to sleep.

After I busted my second nut, I could clear my mind and think about my next move: finding my brother and getting the fuck out of Florida before we ended up back in prison.

The water had turned cold against my back as I dipped my mouth to hers in another punishing kiss, stealing her breath away.

I didn’t give a fuck about the water temperature or that Mother Nature was still wreaking havoc outside.

The pouring rain and rustling trees were now just a distant memory, replaced by the panting of our breaths and my supreme desire to fuck the shit out of Sawyer.

My strong arms flexed as I shut off the shower and looked down at her with a gleam of lust in my eyes. I scooped her into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. Our hips ground together slowly, teasingly, building anticipation for what was to come.

The cool air hit my exposed chest as the bathroom door fluttered open, causing goose bumps to rise.

I quickly transported us to her bedroom, making my way to her neatly made queen-size bed.

Gently lowering us down, me first, then her on my lap, I cupped her chin in my hand, tilting her head back to meet my gaze.

I could see the anticipation in her eyes, feel her heart racing against mine.

Her lips parted slightly as she looked down at me, breathless and terrified yet strangely eager to get her pussy stroked one more time.

My tongue teasingly grazed my bottom lip before claiming her mouth with a kiss that left her gasping for her next breath.

With a groan, I broke away momentarily, my intense gaze roaming over her exposed body.

The scent of shower gel mingled with her femininity, filling the air and intoxicating us both.

Sawyer’s chest rose and fell rapidly as if she were struggling to catch her breath.

My hands traced a tantalizing path down her flat stomach, eliciting a soft gasp from her as they brushed over her naked pussy below.

A smirk played on my lips as my hands shifted lower, exploring the curves of her hips and ass cheeks.

A deep growl escaped me—it was vulnerable yet desired as if our souls had spent too much time apart, and we’d only just met.

Sawyer squirmed against my erection, responding to my touch with an arch of her body as if silently pleading for more.

I pulled back slowly, my eyes locked onto hers as I lifted her. “You still got that Magnum?” I quizzed.

She dipped her chin in a quick nod before grabbing a fresh one. I watched her roll it down the tip of my dick before easing down on top of me.

“Oooh shit,” I groaned, trying not to bust on contact from how tight, wet, and warm she was. I was like a kid in a candy store when I was inside her.

The coolness of the night air caressed her sensitive skin as she opened up for me, her thighs trembling as she tried her best to relax.

With one hand on her waist, I thrust up into her, filling her up slowly as my fingers dug into her waist. Our hips ground together before she stopped and waited.

A desperate moan escaped my lips as I pulled her closer to claim her mouth again, our tongues dancing together in a frenzy that spoke volumes of unspoken words.

My teeth scraped against her bottom lip before invading her mouth in a dominant kiss.

Sawyer’s soft lips brushed against my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine as she whispered raspingly, “You feel so fucking good.”

She trembled as I pushed deeper inside her, seating all ten inches of my dick completely. I groaned against her mouth, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt primal and forbidden.

My hands clenched on Sawyer’s smooth hips, guiding her up and down, controlling the pace. “You’re so fuckin’ wet,” I whispered darkly.

We rocked back and forth in a twisted dance of lust and need.

She couldn’t help but moan as I thrust harder, grinding against her.

It felt so fucking good, so fucking right.

Every slide of my dick inside Sawyer’s water park of a pussy was met with a moan from her and a deep growl from me that made me want more.

Our hips ground together faster with each pounding thrust and buck.

“Yeah, ride this dick,” I instructed. “It’s all yours.”

I panted against her neck while nibbling on it gently, before claiming her sweet mouth again in another possessive kiss that told the lie that she was mine, if only for the moment.

Her hips bucked faster against mine until, finally, her orgasm built. “Oooh shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!” Sawyer cried out before biting my shoulder, teeth sinking into my taut muscles.

She had me thirsty for release. I growled low in a mix of pleasure and pain before thrusting upward into her one last time and exploding inside her with a shout that echoed through her small apartment.

The shuddering of my release triggered yet another climax for her, and she shook and jerked around me, nails digging into my flesh as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Breathless and spent, we collapsed against the bed together, our bodies still joined. My heavy breathing mingled with hers as water dripped from her damp braids onto the sheets beneath us.

I whispered hoarsely against her ear, “That was . . . incredible.”

A low, slow laugh bubbled up inside her as she slowly slapped my chest. “I had to get you back after round one,” she mumbled sluggishly.

I shot her a smirk when I saw her eyes already closing. My job was done. I lay there, holding her in my arms. As I watched her fall asleep, I couldn’t help but wonder how long I could keep her, before the rain stopped pouring outside and I had to turn her loose.