"So you just gone ignore me?" Obviously.
"You being mad childish, b. What you even mad fa?" Cause you're estúpido.
"If you not gone talk to me, you coulda dropped me off at Kaz's, " Too bad I didn't.
"Shut up. You know why I'm mad, so stop acting dumb," I finally respond, getting him to stop talking.
"If I knew why you was mad, would I be fuckin asking? Cmon Linda, think,"
"You gone stop cursin at me like I'm some little kid," I tell him, rolling my eyes.
We finally arrive to my neighborhood, and I was too through with Shonari and his ignorance. I get out of the car, not caring to wait for him before walking toward the building. As I'm unlocking the door, Nari decides to take advantage of the distraction. His lips on my neck and his rough hands kneading the flesh of my waist fluster me to the point of dropping my keys.
"Move," I push him, trying to keep this now facade of anger and get my keys. He ignores my command and continues his assault on my body. His cologne still just as intoxicating as it was this morning, his breath on my neck and my brain just stops working. Over powering both him and my loss of inhibitions, I bend down to grab my keys, which only proves to be a mistake as he grabs my waist and grinds into me. Fuuuck 😩😩
"Unlock the door, Malinda," his seductive voice demands, and again, I struggle with my keys, but finally get the door open. I take maybe two steps into the house with every intention to take a shower and continue my silent treatment, but evidently, Shonari has other plans. He presses my body against the door, my wrists in his hands and his pelvis against mine, rendering me helpless. I pull against his hands in attempts to free myself, but that just makes him tighten his grip on me.
"Let. Me. Go." I say through gritted teeth, but it appears my struggling amuses him as he smirks a little before undoing my ponytail and running his free hand through my hair.
"Had I wanted to let you go, I would've," he snarkliy responds, pulling on my hair and placing wet kisses on my neck. "You sho is sexy as hell when you mad though," he laughs, fueling my anger. I push my chest against his, still trying to pull my wrists from him.
"I'm really not playin with you, Michael. Let me go," I call him by his middle name, only to still be ignored. His lips move from my neck to my collarbone, his teeth grazing me lightly every so often. My breathing shaky as I am still trying to get out of his hold, but with my pelvis so close to his, the movement only turned him on more. His dīck becoming more and more pronounced against his jeans.
"See what you do to me? You think that fake ass girl made me feel the way you do?" He presses his hips against mine, hard. My panties wet and the room suddenly feels so small.
"You have absolutely no reason to be jealous, of anyone, Malinda. You got my heart. You heard me?" Shonari whispers before taking my earlobe into his mouth. A throaty moan escapes from me and causes him to hiss.
"You answer me when I'm talking to you babygirl," he commands, his hand in my pants, rubbing me through my panties. "You heard me, Malinda," he tells me this time.
"Yes papi," it came out with much less conviction than I had planned, but his hands were working wonders and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back for long. "Let me cum, or let me go," I challenge him, thinking he'd pick the latter but hoping he wouldn't.
As I had hoped, he removes his other hand from my wrists to grab a fistful of hair, while the hand in my jeans moves faster against my clīt. He pulls on my hair and just as I'm about to cum, he removes his hand from my panties. He slowly puts one finger in his mouth, before placing his middle finger against my lips. I take it into my mouth, even going as far as to suck on it a few times. His brown eyes have me captivated, and I couldn't even think, let alone be mad that I hadn't cum.
"Good girls get to cum, Malinda. You?" He points at me with the fingers that were just inside of me. "You have been everything but." With that, he pulled me in front of him, and smacked my ass hard, making a tear come to my eye. So hard, he wiggled his fingers a bit from the impact.
"Go and shower. I'll be there soon. Don't go to sleep," he demanded. The Hispanic woman in me told me to ask him who the hell he was talking to. The submissive in me told me to do as I was told.
"Yes papi," was my response before making my way to the bathroom, removing an article of clothing with every few steps. The feeling of his eyes on me made me feel empowered. Adding a little twist in my walk, I send a heated gaze behind me. His eyes meet mine, and look in them tell me that it's gonna be a long night. 😈
