Page 216 of Own It

“No, I need a nap before tonight anyway.” I dusted my ass off and started walking back toward our hotel that was only across the street.

“Kasia!” Josias barked at my back, and I acted just like I didn’t hear his weird ass.

He followed me like the dog ass nigga he was all the way up to my room.

“Move, nigga!” I screamed, trying to close the door on his big ass.

“Let me in this damn room!” He strong-armed his way in, making me grunt in frustration as I tossed my purse onto the table. “You driving me fucking crazy!”

“How? I haven’t done shit to you! I been cool and chilling, then all of a sudden, you got a fucking attitude!” I shouted in rebuttal.

“Because I want you, and you running around dating and smiling in other niggas’ faces like you don’t fuck with me! Is that the fucking case? You don’t fuck with me?”

Josias wore a tortured expression, making me feel some sympathy. I could tell he was hurt and struggling, and though I shouldn’t have felt shit for his ass, I did.

“Josias,” was all I could muster as I sat down on the bed.

“Baby, I’m trying to be patient with you. Shit has been hard as fuck, and I been doing my best. But I’m losing my fucking mind behind you, Kasia.” He finally sat beside me, looking over into my eyes. “I get it, baby. Everything you wanted me to see, learn, understand, I do.” He closed his eyes, sighing in exasperation. “I just need another chance. A real one. Not this limbo shit where I can’t even tell if you like a nigga or not, let alone love.” He kissed me.

“Josias, no.” I turned away, but he kissed me again, more passionately, and because I was so horny and slightly moved by his emotions, I allowed it.

Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he climbed between my legs, moving my bikini top to the side. As soon as my breasts were exposed, he took a nipple into his mouth, causing my back to bow from the bed.

Every logical thought had vanished because I was so sexually deprived and knew the amazing orgasms Josias could bring me to. Not to mention . . . I loved him.

He switched to my other nipple, sucking hard and causing me to whimper as he untied the sides of my bottoms. I pushed at his shorts, too wet and too horny to wait any longer. I’d been fantasizing about the sex we used to have in order to get off with my toy.

Feeling the thick head of his dick prodding my opening caused my lower lips to salivate even more. I cooed as he started to push inside of me, slipping his arms under my thighs to lock me in place.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, working his way inside of me. “This pussy tight, Kasia.” He finally got himself fully inside. “You ain’t ever gave my shit away, huh?” He started to stroke me so perfectly.

“No.” I moaned, nails digging into his muscular forearms as he fucked me at the perfect pace.

“Mm, shit.” He groaned, sucking on my neck as I felt my nectar spill down to the crack of my ass. “This shit so fucking wet. Fuck.” He pounded me. “Cum for me, baby.”

“I am . . . uh . . . Jojo!” I called out, biting on his shoulder because this felt too good. His long, girthy dick slamming inside of me was otherworldly.

My clit tingled, and my muscles tightened, mimicking paralysis as Josias beat my pussy up, and soon after, I was releasing and shaking.

Flipping me over, he slid right back in, hammering my pussy as I lay on my stomach. I loved this position because something about the angle had him pounding my G-spot.

Gripping the comforter, I whimpered as Josias fucked the shit out of me, sucking on my back and shoulders in the process. Like clockwork, another orgasm came, and I could feel myself wetting the comforter of the bed.

Our skin slapped together loudly as Josias went harder, moaning in sync with me as he brought me to my peak yet again. His pumps became more erratic, so I knew he was about to cum, and just before he did, he yanked out and let go on my lower back.

“No more kids until you marry me.” He bent down to kiss my lips as I lay on the bed like a bitch in need of Life Alert.

Going to the bathroom, Josias returned shortly after to clean me off, and that was the last thing I remembered before I passed out.

SOMETIME LATER IN THE SAME DAY . . .

I woke up, still half naked, and judging by the soreness of my once neglected pussy, I remembered everything that had transpired. Sadly, I didn’t feel terrible like I thought I would if I fucked Josias.

“I just gave you some!” Josias barked, and I could tell he was in the bathroom on the phone. “No. Text the shit to me then so I can see. Whatever. Aight.” He hung up just as I came into the bathroom, unable to hold my pee any longer.

“Tarin?” I inquired, relieving myself.

“Yep.” He leaned against the sink, looking stressed.