Page 59 of Tangled Hearts
Rock lifted her from the counter; her legs locked around his waist as he carried her down the short hall.
Shakeisha clung to him, torn between pushing him back and pulling him closer.
She was in a state of bliss from her nut.
By the time he laid her on the bed, her dress was already bunched high on her thighs again.
“Rock…” she breathed, propping herself on her elbows.
He hovered over her, brushing a kiss down her jawline. “I know. You don’t trust me. But let me show you I ain’t playing no more.”
Her body trembled under his touch, but her eyes held steady on him. “You can’t fix years of bullshit in one night.”
“I ain’t trying to,” he answered, his lips brushing her collarbone. “I’m tryna start.”
His fingers slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She let him, even lifted her hips when he tugged the satin down. Her breath caught when his mouth trailed over her stomach, her hands tangling in his braids.
“You serious about this?” she asked, desperate for him to get it right this time.
He pulled back just enough to look at her. “Dead serious. I want you for real. Not just tonight. Not just when it’s convenient. I want you.”
Her chest rose and fell as she studied him, searching for the lies she was used to. But his eyes didn’t move, didn’t shift. They were locked on her like she was the only thing that mattered.
Rock gave her his eyes long enough. Then he wanted to taste her again.
When he pressed his mouth lower, her moan filled the room. She gripped the sheets, legs shaking, her guard slipping with every kiss he left on her skin.
“Rock…” she gasped again, this time less protest and more surrender.
He climbed back up, kissing her lips rough and with urgency, before pulling her closer. “I swear, Shakeisha, I’ll show up every day for you. Just don’t push me away when I’m finally tryna be who you need.”
Her reply came in a whisper against his lips. “Then prove it, nigga.”
He laughed. “Still my ghetto baby.”
“Always… I just know how to use it to own the world.”
He slid into her slowly, their bodies colliding with a hunger. “You gripping like this?”
Shakeisha sucked his dick in more while doing Kegels. Every time she squeezed, he closed his eyes, savoring the euphoric feeling of being tangled up with her. “Gah damn.” Rock’s body trembled.
“This pussy drips different when she’s loved right,” Shakeisha told him, looking in his eyes. “But let me show you what she can really do.”
Pushing his chest, she maneuvered them so that she landed on top. Her hands rested on his chest. “Take this off… I want skin to skin.” She tugged at the fabric of his shirt.
Rock obliged, pulling his shirt over his head.
“Ugh.” Her head fell back while she twirled her hips making sure his dick touched every crevice. “Shit, Rock.”
He slapped her ass, encouraging her to ride his dick like she was getting paid for it. “Ride your dick just like that.” He tucked his hands behind his head and she really started showing out.
Shakeisha lifted up a little before easing back down. Up and down she milked him for everything he had but Rock wasn’t done and neither was she.
“Un uh, don’t tap out on me,” he teased when her head landed in the crook of his neck.
Getting back on top, Rock pushed his semi hard dick back into her. She tensed a little but accepted him inside. She could feel how wet she was—how aroused she was. See how much he loved being inside of her too. Smiling, she wiped sweat from his forehead.
“Let me have you, baby. I promise I’ll do you good.
I know I got some shit I still need to sort out but I will, and I’m asking you to be patient with me.
You been doing that so long… all I’m asking is for you to give me a chance to give you the life you deserve.
The life Roddy deserves.” He kissed her. “You hear me?”
“Yes!” She yelled, stomach tightening, heart beating fast and hard.
He fucked her good and long. Deep dick followed up with gentle kisses and words that made her cry.
Every stroke was a promise, every kiss an apology he couldn’t put into words. She clutched him tighter, letting herself believe—just for tonight—that maybe he meant it.
When her climax ripped through her, his name fell from her lips like a confession. He held her close, breathing her in, refusing to let her slip away even after the heat cooled.
But when she finally pulled back, sliding from under him to get in the shower, reality hit. She found a different dress while the water heated up. Fixed her hair too.
“You still going out?” His voice cracked with disbelief.
“You don’t get to fuck me dizzy then think we’re good. I meant what I said… all gas no breaks about me. I know my past but I also see my future. And there I am loved like Black women should be loved. I am celebrated like Black women should be celebrated.”
Rock had no other choice but to respect it. “I hear you.”
“Feel me.” Shakeisha grabbed her towel. “But don’t fumble me because there will never be another chance. All gas no breaks, Rodrick.”