“I’ll try but no promises,” he replies before gently removing my hand from his. “See you later,” he says, leaving me with a fire making kiss. I decide to not worry about McHottie and Tyson and let those two work that shit out. As long as I don’t hear sounds of a Royal Rumble going down, they should be fine.
28
Tyson
“Dude, what the hell is your problem?” I ask, pushing my way into Grayson’s office.
Not even bothering to lift his eyes from the case file he’s looking over, he replies, “It didn’t take you long to show up.”
“Of course I’ll come straight here after I find out another man asked my woman out, and one she fucked before to boot.”
“Really Tyson? Does that still bother you? I would think by now you’d be over it.”
“Over it?” I spit out through clenched teeth. “How can one get over something like that?”
“Yes, I fucked her, but it’s over now. She’s pregnant and sometime in January, I’ll be holding my newborn son with my wife. You’ll have Jade all to yourself to do whatever you want. You two could get married and make your own kid for all I care.”
“I don’t think that’s true. Not the getting married and making babies, we’ll definitely be doing that, but where you say you don’t care. You do. It gets under your skin that I have her, but what’s the alternative for you? You’ll never leave Nichole and even if, by some miracle you did, Nichole will never forgive you. You’ve lost Jade before you even had her, so why torture yourself with guises of dinner, just to hold her close?”
“I don’t care what you think. Nichole is the one who asked me to be nicer to her, so I’m fulfilling her request. That is all.”
“Keep telling yourself that. Maybe if you repeat the lie enough, you can argue it better. But I’ll throw you a bone so you can see for yourself, you’ll never have Jade again. She’ll go to dinner with me by her side and you should invite your wife. Don’t worry about the details, I’ll handle all that and text you the info.” I don’t bother to wait for an answer before I turn and walk out the door.
Jade
The day goes by quickly with me having a million things to do. I didn’t even have time for lunch with Tyson, which was a shame since I was wondering how things went with his little talk with McHottie. When I’m finally shutting down my computer for the day, Tyson comes around with a wide smile on his face.
“What’s that look for? What did you do?” I ask, curious.
“Are you done here?” he asks instead of answering my question, which worries me even more. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he did kill Grayson but silently.
Tyson is quiet all the way home as he drives us. He insisted I leave my car behind, and I didn’t argue with the mood he was in, but once we walk through the doors, I can’t take it anymore. My curiosity has me thinking up all kinds of scenarios, all ending with McHottie dead and Tyson behind bars.
“Tyson, baby, what’s going on?”
“You’re so beautiful; do you know that?” he says, moving closer. When I go to answer, he kisses me deeply. His tongue takes over, bending me to his will. Soon we’re ridding each other of our clothes, and I grip his glorious, long cock in my hand. Naked, he walks us to the couch where he bends me over the arm and enters me in one sure thrust. We’re past the days of him making sure I’m ready. I’m always wet. His thrusts are powerful, but this isn’t like earlier frantic, wild fuck. Each stroke he takes is sure but all consuming as he takes everything my body has to offer. I could practically feel his emotions mixing in and mingling with my own, making tears pool in my eyes and down my cheeks.
“Oh God, Tyson, oh God,” I cry out as he rams in me.
“That’s it, jewel, remind the whole neighborhood of my name,” he growls in my ear.
With a tight grip, he pulls on my hair until my back arches so he can dive deeper inside me. I revel in the stinging pain as well as the bliss his dick gives me. It’s all a balance, and Tyson can juggle fucking me well. With his other hand, he moves to my clit and plays my pussy like his favorite instrument. I cum loudly, soaking his fingers and shouting his name as I clamp down on his dick.
“Fuck, jewel, I’m about to cum.” Thrusting harder, he goes full on manic before he pulls out and shoots his seed all over my ass. “Fuck, this pussy. You know you fucking own me,” he says once we both have calmed down.
I like that he feels that way, but I want more. I need that reassurance. Lowering myself to my knees, I take him completely in my mouth and gobble him down, tasting myself. “Fuck,” he groans, surprised and pleased at the same time. Before long, he’s hardening again in my mouth and I pull out, licking the underside of his dick as I follow the path to his tip and swirl my tongue around his head, continuing on the same path downward to his balls. When I take those in my mouth, he murmurs what sounds like a prayer with a lot of curse words or maybe he was thanking God Almighty, I don’t know. I was too consumed with giving him the best blow job he has ever had. Using my hand to help my mouth, I fall into a ball busting, up and down motion as I slobber on his rod, making this as sloppy as possible.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he murmurs at a loss for words but that one. The fact he can’t think straight spurs me on and I continue on with my mission.
I choke myself on his dick, taking him deep down my throat and hold still until tears form in my eyes and I pull up, just to do it again. When I start to hum against him, he loses his shit and his dick begins to throb. Pulling out, I pump his dick in a quick succession with my hand and he cums, roaring my name. I aim for my open mouth and face, liking the way his seed feels sliding down my skin.
“Fuck, that’s hot. No one has ever taken a cumshot to the face for me before,” he says once he can talk. Pulling me to my feet, he kisses me, not caring that my face is a mess with his seed.
“I’m not like most girls,” I tell him once he pulls away.
“No, you’re not. You’re my special girl. Most porn stars couldn’t do what you just did to me, but I’ve been falling for your tricks way before that epic blow job.” And he should know, I heard he’s been with a couple.
I give him a smug smile, happy now that I’ve marked my territory. Let’s see those bitches top that.
“As much as I want to explore your limits and cross off other things on my fuck bucket list, we need to get ready.”
“Get ready for what?” I ask, curious.
“We have a dinner date, remember? Don’t tell me you forgot already?”
“Wait, what? You actually agreed to that?”
“Not quite. I told him you can go as long as me and Nichole are there.”
“Oh,” I say. I don’t know why I’m disappointed. This is what’s best. I told Grayson as much today in his office.
To make sure we shower quickly, Tyson uses the shower in the guest room while I get ready in our bedroom. Not knowing what to wear, I chose a simple all black cocktail dress that flows around me and ballet flats. Besides it being black, it is kind of a girly choice for me, but surprisingly, I find that I like it. It brings out a softer side in me that rarely ventures out. I went light with my makeup as well, applying my mascara, cat eyes, and a dark burgundy lip.