Free She's Gotta Have It: A Hood Love Story by Shvonne Latrice Page B

home. As soon as I laid in bed, he cuddled behind me and hugged me tightly. I smiled to myself, because I did enjoy times like these.
    ***
    “I couldn’t wait for her to leave,” Noah smiled as he sat me on the dresser in his bedroom.
    He started to kiss my neck as I removed his shirt. He unbuttoned my jeans as I took my shirt off and then tugged down my panties. He dipped his head between my legs, and sucked my clit hard.
    “Shit babe,” I panted as I massaged his head. I slowly pushed my pussy into his face as he devoured it. “I’m cumming Noah, fuck,” I called out as he dipped two fingers in and out of me.
    I exploded in and on his mouth, and then he carried me to the bed. I climbed on top of him, and waited as he rolled a condom down.
    “Uhhhh!” I purred as I slid down on his rock hard member. He grabbed my waist, and then smacked my ass, as I rocked my hips on him.
    “Damn girl,” he panted as I sped up my motions. “You tryna make a nigga fall in love,” he added.
    I ignored his comments, and continued to fuck him as if my life depended on it. I smiled as I watched his face screw up in ecstasy.
    “Fuck!” he yelled as his body started to jerk. I threw my head back, allowing myself to enjoy the orgasm I was about to achieve. “Here it comes,” he grunted and humped upward. He shot up inside the condom, before I could even cum.
    “Really?” I asked turning my lip.
    I was just about to cum, fuck! He pulled me up so that I could sit on his face. He sucked my clit while fingering me, and I rode his face while biting my lip. He spread my ass cheeks for more access, and finally, a bitch was cumming. I rained down on his face, and he licked up every drop.
    After catching my breath, I climbed off his face and went to clean myself up. Once I walked back into the bedroom, I saw he was coming from doing the same. We climbed in bed together, and he draped his arm around me.
    “Noah, when can I come to a fashion show with you?” I questioned and looked at the side of his face.
    “Whenever Poppy is free,” he replied and reached for his phone.
    “Then I’m not fucking you anymore unless Poppy is here,” I spat and started to climb out of the bed.
    “Why you have to be like that?” he frowned and pulled me back in.
    “I told you I have goals, and all I’m asking is that you let me see a show with you! I love you and I would do anything for you, but I see it’s not the same on your end!” I yelled. I didn’t love this nigga whatsoever, but I needed to tug at his heartstrings.
    “Alright, chill. It’s a show next week that Roberto Cavalli is having, and we can go to that,” he exhaled.
    “Okay,” I panted.
    “Now stop acting crazy and come here,” he smirked and pulled me close. He grabbed my face and kissed my lips gently. “So you love a nigga?” he smiled.
    “Yeah,” I lied and smiled. Putty, putty in my well-manicured hands , I thought.
     
    Josalyn
    A couple weeks later...
     
    “Always had dreams of getting' out the hood, getting texts from bad bitches saying ‘hey what’s good.’ Killin’ and slangin’ wasn’t made for me, thank God for this rap shit, I’m livin’ the American Dream,” Cassian rapped on stage as the crowd danced and sang along.
    It was so exciting to see him out there doing his thing, and sexy too; I definitely wanted tonight to be the night. He’d been so patient with me, and not only did he deserve it, but I wanted him badly as well.
    “You did a good job,” I smiled and cupped his face for a kiss once he walked backstage. His lips sent shockwaves through my body. Us making love was long overdue.
    “Thanks Pretty,” he smirked with his sexy ass, and grabbed my hand.
    We went over to sit in the VIP section that was designated for him, to have some drinks. I needed a little liquid courage for tonight anyway.
    “Since when do you like alcohol?” Cassian smiled.
    “Since tonight,” I grinned and he kissed my lips again.
    “You look good as fuck