Melo’s hands stopped moving. “What you mean for nothing?” He grimaced. “You think you mean nothing to me?”
Kwinn swallowed hard, feeling a weird ache in her chest. “No, that’s not what I meant.”
“You better get them words together, my baby. You lucky I ain’t make it to where the nigga never plays again. He already got traded to the shittiest team and got the mothafuckin’ audacity to pull some shit like this.” He chuckled, shaking his head.
He was back rubbing her foot, and Kwinn just sat there. She truly had no words, and the pressure he was applying to the arch of her foot had her seeing stars.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”
Melo smacked her leg, making her eyes pop open. “That right there is why that nigga almost lost his life. Moaning all sexy. He miss that shit.”
Chuckling, Kwinn shook her head. “Please be serious for once. How do you just bash a man across the head and act like it never happened?”
“‘Cause, that’s what I do, luv. Move on from shit that doesn’t mean anything. That nigga got what he came looking for. I already let him make it when he was being a hoe in my messages concerning you, but I wasn’t giving him any more passes.”
Kwinn’s brows furrowed. “Wait. He’s been sending you messages?”
He nodded, switching to her other foot. “Yeah. Whining about us having been fucking around. Crybaby-ass nigga. Wasn’t nobody trying to hear that shit,” Melo snarled. “I ain’t tell you ‘cause it don’t matter. That shit with him is in the past. His mothafuckin’ loss.”
Sadly, it was. Jabari had lost his woman, his team, and now a few teeth since he wanted to play tough. Melo told Kwinn there wasn’t an issue unless she or Jabari made it one, and it was safe to say, it’d be his last one for sure. Accepting what it was and what it would never be again would’ve done him some good.
CHAPTER 12
“Oooh, fuck,” Kwinn whined as Melo stroked her slowly from the side.
There was only one thing lazy about their morning sex session, and it was Kwinn. She simply laid there as Melo had his way with her. Holding her close with a hand wrapped around her neck, his grip tightened simultaneously with her walls before he loosened it. Soft kisses peppered her neck as Melo’s thickness made her body quiver.
“You gon’ stop reading them blogs like I told you to,” he insisted, pumping inside her.
Kwinn’s breath hitched as she thought about agreeing but changed her mind. Her infractions always seemed to go in her favor, as he delivered A1 pipe, making her pussy cream.
Shaking her head, Kwinn mumbled, “But I want to.”
Hiking her leg higher, Melo stretched her out like the seventh inning, delivering deliberate deep strokes while rubbing her clit. She loved being his bad little bitch and acted as if she weren’t listening, but Melo knew better. She’d forever get rewarded.
“What the fuck did I say, huh?” Melo asserted, groaning in her ear.
He was trying his hardest not to fuck her roughly but was about to lose the battle. The way her pussy got wetter, Melo knew she loved the slow, deep strokes and aggressiveness. He was fucking her with so much passion, Kwinn had tears in her eyes and a clogged throat.
“Uuuuh, baby!” Her shrill of pleasure made his balls tighten.
“What… did… I… say?” Melo spoke through gritted teeth as he pounded into her.
Kwinn’s body shuddered as she struggled to get her words out. “To-to listen!”
“And that’s what you gon’ do.”
“Yes! Yeeees. I’ma listen, baby,” she cried, as her walls flexed around him.
Rubbing her clit and sucking on her neck, Melo fucked her harder through her climax and came shortly after. Content and wanting no other place to be, they lay there wrapped in one another’s arms as their heartbeats synced. Melo kissed her cheek while buried inside her, and Kwinn smiled.
“Chu’ smiling for?” he asked.
Kwinn rubbed his arm, absentmindedly caressing an old scar with her finger. “Because of you. Because of us. No one could have paid me to believe this is where I’d be months ago.”
Melo had to agree. “Yeah, me too, but shit… I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I know your ass feels the same way.”
Kwinn nodded and turned her head to look at him. “I do. I promise, I do. You came into my life so unexpectedly, but I wouldn’t change a moment we’ve spent together. And honestly, fuck the blogs. They can say what they want about us, but they’ll never be able to change how I feel about you.”