You got me, and I ain’t letting go…

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Enjoy the long excerpt! 🔥

“What’s happnin’, lil mama? Why you keep staring at me?”

I bit my bottom lip and looked away. My face was hot as hell. I didn’t think Mythic saw me. I typically walked around unnoticed, because I was short, wore glasses, and was somewhat shy. I avoided attention at all costs. I had nowhere to run this time. I was in line at the grocery store. There was no escaping him. “I’m sorry,” I said softly.

Mythic was Mr. Legend’s son. My sister, Bali, was talking to his brother, and his parents, Legend and Harper Semien, were good friends of the family. They came around quite often, but Mythic was the rebellious one, so he was rarely with them anymore. He was around me quite a bit when we were younger, but by the time we were teenagers, his time around us had dwindled. I was so nervous. My body was trembling as the cashier spoke to me and began scanning the things my mama asked me to get for her while I was in Beaumont.

“Why you apologizing, wit’cho pretty ass?”

He slid his hand to mine, and I swore, I wanted to pass out.

“Yo’ name Maui, right? I remember you, lil bit. Yo’ mean ass sister fucking wit’ my brother.”

I nodded and cleared my throat, sliding my hand away from his. He remembers me. Focusing on the cashier so I could pay for the groceries, I hurriedly grabbed my bags and got the hell away from him. Mythic was so fine, but I knew he was trouble. Everything about the man said toxicity, but for some reason, my body wanted him. From the braids on his head, to the three pointers on his chain, and the J’s on his feet, he promised to be everything his image screamed. My heart was telling me not to totally write him off, although my mind was saying, run!

“Maui! Hol’on!”

My heart was beating so fast and hard. I could barely hear anything over it. He jogged his way to me as I opened the trunk of my AMG. I set the groceries in it and closed it, then remote started my car. When he got to me, he grabbed my hand again and kissed it.

“Umm . . . I got a lot of shit to me, but I wanna get to know you. I know you a good girl and shit, but that’s what I need. These ratchet hoes keep a nigga in trouble. Always got me fucked up. I got dreams and aspirations and shit though. I always thought you were beautiful, but I didn’t think I was yo’ typa nigga. I saw differently in the checkout line.”

He bit his bottom lip, revealing his grill, sending chills through my body. I nodded. He slowly pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. I swore, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He smelled so damn good. Get it together, Maui! I pulled away from him and held out my phone. His gaze was taking me down, and he noticed. After he laid his phone atop mine, sharing his information, he pulled me back to him and kissed me. The nigga slid his tongue in my mouth and flooded my damn panties.

When he released me, my damn knees buckled. He quickly caught me. I just knew he was about to clown me, but he didn’t. He just stared at me. I couldn’t help but stare back. His eyes held me captive, and I couldn’t look away.

“You got cold shit in your trunk?”

I shook my head. “No. Canned stuff and noodles.”

“Lock yo’ shit up.”

He pulled me with him, and I couldn’t stop my feet from following him. What in the hell is wrong with me? My clit was on edge, and my body temperature had skyrocketed. When he got to his blacked-out ride, I knew I was in trouble. I couldn’t see a thing inside it. The only thing shining was the Dayton’s he had on the wheels.

My good sense was telling me to say no, but my lips wouldn’t part for shit. It wasn’t like I didn’t know him. He wasn’t a stranger, but still. This wasn’t right. He opened the door, and I stared up at him. He was definitely over six feet and towered over me. I was one of the shortest Hendersons . . . only five feet three inches.

“You gon’ give this beautiful body what it’s craving, baby? I feel it, and I’m having a hard time not supplying the remedy to that itch you got.”

He licked his lips, and instead of listening to my brain, I let my body and heightened emotions lead the way. I slid onto his back seat, and he got inside right behind me. I thought he would have gotten right to it, but he didn’t. He just sat next to me, holding my hand and caressing it between his large ones.

“This is crazy. I ain’t never needed nobody, but I feel like that shit about to change.”

I took a deep breath and pulled my hand away from his and placed it on his cheek. He turned his gaze to me and lightly tapped my septum nose ring. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me tenderly, taking me far away from here. We were in a grocery store parking lot, and I didn’t even care. He had me in his possession, like he’d cast a spell on me.

He pulled me to his lap, causing me to straddle him. “Damn, girl. This pussy hot as fuck. You a virgin?”

I shook my head. I had only been with one man though. We were in a relationship. I had never been one for casual sex. I didn’t know how Ashanni did that shit. I needed an emotional connection. So, I didn’t understand what was going on right now. I couldn’t stop it.

Mythic slid his hands under my maxi dress and gripped my ass. My eyelids fluttered shut. His hands were strong but tender at the same time. He kissed my neck and grinded me against his dick. It felt like it could do damage. When I heard his pants unzip, my eyes opened, and I stared at him as he pulled his dick out. He pulled my dress up around my waist and stared at my thong underwear. He slid his finger to my crotch, and I felt like I was gonna cum.

I had never had an orgasm during intercourse, but for some reason, I felt like I would experience that with him. He went inside my underwear and gently circled my clit. When he brought his finger to his mouth, he moaned. Jesus. He slid the strap of my dress over my shoulder, then looked up at me.

“You ain’t wearing a bra, lil mama. Sexy as fuck.”

He slid his tongue over my nipple, then said, “Hold your dress, baby.”

I did as he said and allowed my head to drop back when he started sucking my nipple. He lifted my hips, pushed my underwear to the side, and slid his dick inside of me. I was tight as hell, because it had been a year since I had sex.

My eyes opened as my breathing quickened. His hands went to my hips, and he guided me on his dick. The stirring I felt below was foreign as hell during sex, but I knew I was about to experience euphoria. Before I could even count to ten, my body exploded.

“Oh fuck!” he yelled.

He began stroking me harder. I didn’t know what it was about his dick, but it seemed like he was stroking my G-spot continuously, fucking it up passionately. The pressure I felt against it was insane. My whimpers turned to screams as he fucked me hard.

“Mythiiiiic, shiiiit!”

I came again. What the fuck? This was crazy, and I knew this surely wouldn’t be my last time sleeping with him. He gave me multiple orgasms the very first time and in less than five fucking minutes! I didn’t know how he did that, but it made me an instant feen.

“Damn, girl! You fucking me up. This pussy gotta be mine. Fuck!”

He gripped my hips tighter as he ravaged me, taking me as his without my verbal consent. He could hear my heart. I could hear his too. We needed each other. I opened my eyes to stare at him, causing him to slow his pace and stare right back. I didn’t know what he saw in my eyes, but goosebumps appeared on his dark chocolate skin.

“You got me, Maui. Shit. You got me, and I ain’t letting go. Fuck!”

His movements stilled, and I knew he’d nutted inside of me. I wasn’t on birth control. I’m so stupid. What if he gave me an STD? I could feel myself panicking as I slid off him and pulled my strap back up on my shoulder. Tears built up in my eyes, and I refused to hold them in.

“This shouldn’t have happened. Oh my God,” I said, on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Don’t cry, lil mama. This was meant to happen. I don’t know what it is, but you do something to me. I ain’t never felt this soft around a woman. You gotta be mine, Maui. For real.”