Page 14 of ‘Til I Say When

My breath hitched in my throat as I waited to see if he was going to say sike or something stupid. When I didn’t respond, he inched closer to the bed. Standing beside the bed, Wilde stared down at me. “You have to say yes before I get in that bed.”

I hated that he was leaving it up to me. I was supposed to loathe him. “Cool,” he stated and started to turn away.

“Yes,” I snapped.

Wilde faced me and chuckled. “Don’t sound so excited.” He pushed his pants down, and the print in his boxer briefs almost made my eyes jump out of their sockets.

“You better go in the bathroom and get a condom. You have plenty,” it was my turn to smirk.

Wilde went to get a condom, and I sucked in a deep breath.

Was I really about to have sex with him?

He came back into the room, took his boxer briefs off, and I stopped breathing as I eyed the longest, thickest, dick I’d ever seen in my life.

I apologized internally to ole girl, whoever she was, for even thinking she was being dramatic and doing the most. Wilde pulled the cover back and placed his body on top of mine.

“You sure you want to do this?” his breath was minty, and his hair smelled like shampoo.

I nodded, and Wilde snaked his tongue into my mouth.

The act was pleasantly unexpected. He kissed me aggressively and with passion.

Like maybe he’d been wanting to kiss me for a minute.

He kneaded my breast through the tank top, and I could feel the moistness in the center of the briefs I had on.

Wilde broke the kiss, pushed my shirt up, and eyed my breast for a moment before taking it into his mouth.

I fisted his curls as he devoured me hungrily.

By the time Wilde moved his mouth over to my neck and started sucking, I was insanely wet.

He yanked the boxer briefs down forcefully, and I swear I almost came.

The roughness and passion that he was exhibiting turned me on to no end.

Wilde stopped the assault with his tongue long enough to remove the boxer briefs.

He gripped my right thigh and pushed my leg back while staring into my eyes.

My heart drummed in my chest as he pushed into me.

I took the first two inches like a big girl but as he went deeper, my face crumpled.

I closed my eyes and moaned through the pain.

Wilde nipped my bottom lip before sucking on it.

I relaxed, and he pushed the rest of himself into me, making my eyes widen. Fuck, he was big!

“This pussy tight as fuck,” he moaned as he began to stroke me.

I had a head start before Wilde joined me, so I wasn’t shocked when my vagina began to spasm less than ten strokes in. I moaned as Wilde grunted. He snatched out of me, and my eyes flew open. That ever present smirk was on his face, and I wanted to smack it off. “You want me to put it back in?”

“Why do you love to play childish ass games?” I snapped. My yoni was literally aching for him to penetrate me.

“Say please fuck me, bae.” Wilde placed a kiss on the corner of my lips and that stopped me from cursing him out. The way he liked getting underneath my skin was sick.

“Wilde,” my tone held a hint of warning, and I didn’t even know what I was threatening him with.

“Just say it,” he commanded gently as he pecked my lips. “You not gon’ say it?” he went back to sucking on my neck, and I wanted to scream. Wilde liked having control, and normally, that would be attractive. But he knew how to take it too far.

Wilde pinned my arms above my head and kissed me so deeply and nasty that I reached between his legs and grabbed his member. His hand gripped my throat, and he peered into my eyes.

“You not getting this dick ‘til you say it.”

“Please fuck me, bae,” I could barely speak with him holding my neck, but I was on the verge of an orgasm.

“Good fucking girl,” he grinned and pushed back into me.

I moaned embarrassingly loud, and he cut my cries off by crushing his lips into mine. Wilde choked, kissed, and stroked me through an orgasm that was stronger than any release I’d ever had in my life. Even after it was over, my body continued to tremble.

“Got damn, this pussy like that?” Wilde spoke into my ear as he fucked me with animalistic aggression.

I didn’t know if I was going or coming. When he pulled out of me, my heart was racing, and my legs were still shaking.

“Put that ass in the air,” he panted.

The orgasm had snatched my soul from my body, but I turned over and did as he asked.

Putting the perfect arch in my back, I gripped the sheets and braced myself for what was to come.

He entered me slowly inch by inch, and I moaned as he filled me back up.

I found myself wanting to savor the moment.

Once Wilde came, I had no way of knowing if we’d ever have sex again, but I damn sure wasn’t opposed to it.

I clenched the sheets tighter and groaned as the pace of his strokes increased.

Wilde gripped my waist, and his balls slapped against my pussy as he pounded into me.

Even after burying my face in the pillow, my moans were still embarrassingly loud.

It felt like he was in my stomach, literally, and I wasn’t sure I could comfortably take it anymore.

As if he could read my mind, Wilde’s strokes slowed.

The slight pain turned to pleasure as he handled my peach with care.

“You got me ‘bout to bust, G,” he moaned from behind me.

Wilde hit me with long, deep strokes but because he had slowed down the pummeling, I could handle it. I threw the ass back at him, and he moaned louder. “Do that shit.”

I twerked a little harder and faster, and Wilde smacked my ass cheek so hard that it stung.

But I came, and I came hard as hell. He grabbed a handful of my hair and gripped it tight as hell as he released into the condom with an animalistic growl.

I was sure my pussy would be sore for days, but I was so fulfilled and satisfied, I didn’t even care.

I collapsed onto the bed on my stomach, and Wilde hit me on the ass again before standing up.

“Ya lil’ mouthy ass got some fye.”

I didn’t even have a smart comeback. Wilde had sexed me senseless.

My legs felt like noodles, and I needed to get up, but I couldn’t get up for the life of me.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed. I dozed off, but it only had to be for a few minutes before I woke back up.

After pushing out a groan, I made myself get up and go to the bathroom to pee and clean up.

When I was walking out of the bathroom, I heard Wilde on the phone.

“Fuck you mean?! What happened? Bet, I’m on the way.”

Wilde and I had sex, but that didn’t mean we were on the level where we got in each other’s business. I hesitated in the hallway wondering if I should say anything to him. My mind hadn’t been made up yet when Wilde exited his bedroom fully clothed.

“You can stay here or you can get a Lyft or something to take you home. I gotta go.”

I could tell something bad had happened. “Are you good?” I found myself asking.

“Pussy ass niggas shot in my aunt’s house, and she got hit. That nigga Boone, that nigga, Drew..yeah.” I assumed Wilde caught himself and decided not to reveal too much to me. This beef shit was getting out of hand, and I wasn’t even sure why I cared.

“If you go out there and get into trouble what is that going to do?” I asked in a gentle tone. “I do―”

“Just ‘cus I stuck dick to you doesn’t mean you can tell me shit,” he snapped angrily. “I don’t need no got damn lectures. Niggas ‘bout to die and that’s what the fuck it is.”

He stormed past me, and there wasn’t anything I could do but stand there.

I didn’t hate anyone enough to wish death on them, but I wondered if Drew died if I would cry.

Probably not. I wasn’t going to stay in Wilde’s house, and I wasn’t sure how long he’d be gone.

I got dressed and decided to call KoKo to see if she was still up.

She had just left from linking with some nigga, so she agreed to come get me.

My mouth was dry as hell, so I wandered into Wilde’s kitchen for something to drink, and there it was.

A bottle of prescription cough syrup on the counter.

I hadn’t even been thinking about it but seeing the bottle had my mouth watering.

I wasn’t a thief. But I wanted some, and I was going to pour some.

Shit, Wilde shouldn’t mind if I took a little.

It wasn’t like I was going to take the entire bottle.

Looking around the kitchen, I spotted a case of water tucked in the corner.

I grabbed one, chugged down half the bottle and poured the rest down the drain.

I took the empty bottle and poured some cough syrup inside, being very careful not to spill any.

Lifting my head, I checked the corners of the ceiling and the counters in an effort to see if Wilde had cameras in the kitchen.

I knew he had them outside and in the living room.

I didn’t see any, but I knew that didn’t mean much.

Leaving out of the kitchen, I went back into the bedroom to change into my clothes.

Hopefully, KoKo wasn’t far because I was tired and ready for bed.

It was crazy that I found myself praying that Wilde made it back home safely.