📍Bottom Lane, Warwick Avenue
Azar's Residence
Saturday, 5:30 P.M.

JODIE

Cakes on the menu...

I smile as I type the caption, loving how fat my ass looks in the video. Maybe because it fat inna real life?

That too. Your girl is blessed in that department. Courtesy of my mother. Big up nice, clean, shape good, Suzan. Purrrd.

Speaking of...

"Miss lady...a wah you and yuh father did a argue 'bout this morning?"

At the sound, I turn to see Mommy at my room door.

I sigh, rolling onto my side as I watch her lean against the doorframe with that knowing look in her eyes. She’s already in her nightie, arms folded, waiting for an answer I don’t even feel like giving.

“Mommy, mi nuh inna di mood fi dat right now.” I turn my attention back to the boomerang I just made, before posting it to my IG stories.

She scoffs, stepping inside like she never just hear mi dismiss her. “Mi nuh ask if yuh inna di mood, likkle girl. Mi ask yuh wah yuh and yuh father did a argue bout.” She comes to sit on the edge of my bed, and I already know she’s not leaving 'til she gets what she wants.

Why she nuh go ask har husband?

I press my lips together, exhaling a harsh breath through my nose. “Same old, same old,” I mumble.

Her freshly waxed brow lifts. “Which is supposed to mean?”

I push myself up on my elbows, meeting her gaze. “Di man waan control mi life, Mommy. Every move mi mek, him affi approve. Every decision mi try fi tek, once it concern one man, him have one bag a negative fi say. Den him have crawses Patsy a watch watch mi and nuh stop full up him head wid foolishness. Then him not even ask mi eno, him jump pon mi case longtime! A mi fada and mi love him to death, but mi tired a it, man.”

Mommy hums, rubbing her knee like she's contemplating a response. “And yuh sure seh a control him a try control yuh? Or him just waan di best fi yuh?”

Of course yuh woulda pick up fi him...!

I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head. “A waah di best fi him, yuh mean.” I sit up properly now, swinging my legs over the bed. “Mi a big woman, Mommy. Mi a twenty-three eno. Mi wah live mi life, mek mi own choices. But every time mi try, him act like mi still a likkle pickney.”

She watches me for a moment, then sighs. “Him just love yuh, Jodie. Nobody naffi ask if Derrick nuh tun fool when it come to yuh. You a him big baby eno. Sometimes mi all wonder if a you first him know or me to how him spoil yuh and tek side wid yuh ova mi.”

I sigh too, softer this time, rubbing my temples. “Mi know dat, Mommy. But mi wish him woulda trust mi likkle more. Mi wish him did believe inna mi di way you do.”

Mommy reaches out, patting down my edges that had started to lift. “He will, baby. Just give him time. It harder fi man accept certain things than woman eno. Especially when it concern dem baby girl.”  I hum. She squeezes my knee before standing up. “By the way, yuh nawh eat?”

“Mi nuh hungry.”

I've been locked in my room ever since I finished washing, yes mi still vex and a avoid Daddy, so I haven't eaten my dinner yet.

She tsks, shaking her head as she heads for the door. “Bet yuh find yuhself a dead fi hungry by midnight.”

I smile a little. “Maybe.”

She pauses at the doorway, studying me again. “Yuh sure seh is just dat yuh upset bout?”

My chest tightens for a second, mind flashing to earlier——to Dario, to his kiss, to the way my body reacted to him, to the way I felt like I was losing myself in something I wasn’t supposed to want but really wanted anyway. Only to find out the fucka was drunk the whole time.

I force a shrug. “Yeah, Mommy. Just dat.”

She doesn’t look convinced, but she nods. “Alright. Mi ago wul a sleep. Tired bad. And mi have a all-night shift likkle from this.”

As soon as she leaves, I flop back against my pillows, exhaling deeply.

My mind conjuring up thoughts I desperately want to ignore. My cheeks heat up and I feel a pulse between my legs.

Girl, stop.

You're only gonna torture yourself.

I close my eyes, trying not to think about him.

The fact seh him not even call or text mi all day.

Eh man goodly sober up and realize how yuh did desperate.

Mrr.

That thought is enough to sober me up. I sigh, rolling off the bed, and going over to the dresser to connect my phone to the charger.

Pulling my tights up further on my waist, I smooth down my edges, in the mirror, before turning, going through the door, and making my way to the kitchen.

Affi pick a struggle, mi dear. Cyaa vex, desperate fi man, and hungry pon top a it.

That nuh look good pon di doll a rass.

No, nodadall.

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📍Infusion Nightclub & Lounge
New Kingston
Saturday: 10:30 P.M.

DARIO

Strobe lights flash over oiled skin, radiating off long legs wrapped around chrome poles, dollar bills scattered like fallen leaves; high energy, liquor and gyal everywhere ——that's the vibe we're on right now..

The bass thumps hard, rattling my ribs, drowning out my thoughts——every fucking one, except the one I don’t want to have.

I take a slow sip of the whiskey in my hand, letting the burn spread through my chest, hoping it numbs me.

It doesn’t.

The ice clinks against the glass as I swirl it, my fingers tightening around the cold crystal.

My eyes are on the stage, but I’m not seeing the girl dancing, not really at least, despite her trying her best to get and keep my attention. My eyes fleet over her, as I release a puff of smoke through my nostrils, creating a hazy cloud.

She moves her waistline in slow, practiced rolls, her skin glistening under the red and purple lights. She’s good at this——flirtation, seduction, the tease of it all. Plus she's undeniably sexy.

But I don’t feel anything.

At least nothing worth mentioning.

Nothing compared to how I felt just a few hours ago. Not even remotely. And that pisses me off.

Considering that was just a likkle suck out tongue thing in my fucking car. Jah know.

The thought of it sends a jolt through me, making me uneasy.

Awah dis mi go pick up pon miself, bredda?

Before I can stop myself, my mind momentarily strays to the subject of my unease, just like it has been doing all fucking night. Everytime I think I have it under control, it goes back to thoughts of her.

I exhale, dragging a hand down my face. I shouldn’t be thinking about her. Especially not under these circumstances. Mi inna a go-go club for fuck's sake, wid a big batty gyal skin out fronta mi, yet mi mind...Jah know. All mi can say a Jah know.

I shouldn’t still feel the ghost of her lips on mine, shouldn’t still hear the soft little gasps she made when I kissed her neck, when my hands slid under her ass and cupped it. I shouldn't still feel the friction of her grinding against my crotch. The way she melted into me, soft and warm and fucking perfect.

I was drunk. That’s what I keep telling myself.

But it’s bullshit. Nothing but a lame ass excuse.

One to justify my actions.

Except, I knew exactly what I was doing. I shouldn't have touched her. Yet, like every bad decision I've been making recently, I did.

And now, I can’t stop picturing how she looked in the dark, lips swollen, pupils blown, wanting me.

I still can't believe she practically begged me to fuck her. Yet I didn't. Although God knows I wanted to. But it was for the best, I guess. She'd only regret it in the morning, when the fog had cleared, if I had. Or, at least, that's the narrative I'm sticking with.

I exhale another puff of smoke, rolling my jawline, trying to shake the memory. But it sticks.

I drag a hand down my face again. That shit should’ve never happened.

She should be like a sister to me.

Emphasis on the 'should'.

But brothers don’t think about sisters like this. As a brother, I shouldn't be walking around with the taste of her still on my tongue, the feel of her nails digging into my skin still fresh in my mind.

For my own sanity, I try not to picture what would’ve happened if I hadn’t stopped——if, instead, I had pushed her back against the seat, ripped her shirt over her head, shifted her draws to the side, and taken what we both wanted.

Like I wanted to.

I swallow hard at the imagery. My grip tightens around the half-emptied glass in my hand.

Get a grip nuh, dawg...!

A dancer slides into my booth, pressing her body against my side. Her perfume is cloying, too fucking sweet. It tickles my nose and not in a good way.

“You look tense,” she purrs, her nails trailing down my arm. “Maybe I can help with that?”

I don’t even look at her. “Not interested.”

“Come on, Papi, don't be like that...” she insists.

I turn my head slowly, just enough for her to see the look in my eyes.

Cold. Warning.

She reads it instantly, stiffening for half a second, pulls back then slips away without another word. Y'ave sense.

I take a longer drag from the hookah, letting the smoke linger in my chest for a few seconds before releasing.

I can feel the tension in my limbs. To think I came here to free my mind. Maybe buck a one gyal and fuck it, release some of these pent up emotions into a easy one bruk...Yet, it has been almost an hour and no one has caught my attention enough to drown out the noise in my head.

A few have passed my way, but I'm not interested in loose matters. Pussy nuffi too hard fi get, yuzimi, but when it come too easy, mi nuh want that.

The only one I truly want is the one I can't have.

And that's what's fucking with my mental.

I throw back the rest of my whiskey and signal to the bottle girl stationed at our booth to pour another.

My eyes go back to the girl on stage again, this time she draws closer, stopping right in front of me and spreading her legs.

Not even that, pussy spread on a platter in front me, can get a rise out of me. And mi know mi nuh bloodclaat impotent so a wah di fuck this?

Go home, Dawg, 'cause sum'n seriously wrong. This ano you...

Usually mi woulda have one a dem gyal ya endz off someweh a clean mi rifle already, but mi cyaa even bear fi see none a dem gyal ya, right now, bredda.

My frown deepens.

A few minutes pass before I stand, patting my pockets for my keys and wallet. The action draws Kimbo's attention over to me.

He's sitting in the seat across from me, a gogo in his lap, practically nyaming the wax out his ear, as he discreetly fingers her.

Di fucka nuh ramp eno.

I tear my attention away from his hand and to his face, seeing him scrunch his brows.

"Yuh good, dawg?"

I steel my face. "Ah."

"So wah'pn?" he pushes when I turn and pick up my pullover.

"Noth'n. Juss feel like fi cut yah now."

"Already? Yuh barely drink nuh liquor yet, dawg. And yuh not even wul off a gyal yet. A bare run mi see yawh run dem from night. A weh yuh head deh, bro bro?"

"Mi good, man. Jus' nuh inna di mood fi the crowd tonight."

He sits up, his lips drawing into a frown. "An' mi jus' a get inna di fucking mood, bro?"

"Then continue do yuh t'ing, bad bro. Mi a cut, uno can stay and gwaan wul a vibe, noth'n nuh wrong wid that."

"So yuh seriously a cut leff wi', dawg?"

We drive we own car come yah, buy we own liquor, mi nuh fuck man, yuh nuh fuck man, so waah di problem, bredda?

This brings Stamma's attention to us. He's on the other side of the booth drinking and vibing to the Squash beating through this speakers next to him. Two gyal flank his sides, rubbing him down, and a big head spliff is tucked at the corner of his mouth.

Meech di fuck out.

"T'ing good, Teflon, dawg?"

I nod, not in the mood to repeat myself. I bring my gaze back to Kimbo. "Go easy, man, ago study a one move inna eh night yah."

Which move that?

...Nuh worry yuhself.

A knowing look crosses his face. He smirks. "Oh, den nuh that yuh fi seh longtime, yawh mek eh t'ing look suh?"

"Relax, man." I chuckle, easing out of the booth. When I'm no longer trapped in the confined space, I move to Stamma dapping him up before doing the same to Kimbo.

"Leaving already?" the bottle girl asks, her tone flirtatious. I've seen her eyeing me all night.

Like yuh glasses waa clean tho, muma.

I keep my voice cold when I say, "Ah."

The crowd is thick, but I push through, making my way out the building and to the parking lot.

I sit in the car for a minute, before pulling out and pushing through the gates of the complex, like the wind.

I have one and only one intention right now.

Just hope mi nuh regret this inna di night ya.

Yuh fuck.

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📍Bottom Lane, Warwick Avenue
12:15 A.M.
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The night hums in a way that only the quiet hours can bring. The atmosphere around me is still, as I pull into her lane.

I park my car just down the street from her house, my engine cutting off with a low hum. The headlights flicker for a second, then fade, leaving only the streetlamps to paint the lane in a pale yellow.

I sit in the driver’s seat for a minute, my hands on the wheel, the leather smooth beneath my fingers, before my mind drifts.

Back to her.

I contemplate texting her to come outside, but I have a feeling she won't. Full a attitude and stubborn when she ready yuh fuck.

The thought brings a small smile to my lips, but I quickly mask it.

My jaws tick as I get out of the car, the night air cool on my skin, and walk up to the house. I don't go to the front, as I'm not sure she's up and wouldn't want to wake her parents. There's a backdoor on her room, and that's where I head.

I knock three times, hard enough that it echoes in the silence, then step into the dark just in case. When the door opens, my eyes roam over her as she peeks outside. Affi go mek she know nuffi mek that be a habit.

Standing there, bare feet against the tiles, wearing a loose t-shirt that falls just above her knees, her eyes meet with mine in the dark. Her hair’s a mess, soft waves falling around her face, her eyes wide and surprised, but not startled. She knows it’s me without me saying anything.

"Dario," she says, her voice raspy. She'd most likely been sleeping. She folds her arms across her chest, a pout pulling her plump lips together, as if she’s not sure whether to be glad or pissed I’m here.

I don’t say anything back. I don’t have to. She steps aside, letting me in. I don’t hesitate. My footsteps echo against the floor as I walk in, my eyes quickly scanning the room. It's different now, feels more mature.

The door shuts behind me, bringing my attention back to her.

"Sorry fi wake yuh..."

Actually, no, I'm not.

She hums.

Then heaves, and the action brings my attention to her chest.

Her nipples are peeking through the blouse material, beckoning to me. My eyes linger on them for a while before I drag my gaze back to her lips. But that doesn't help. A sensation shoots to my core.

Fuck.

"Dario, awah——" she begins to say, but she's immediately cut off when I close the distance, reaching for her.

Her breath catches before I even touch her, and when I do, my grip is nothing gentle. It’s urgent, like I’ve been waiting for this longer than I care to admit. And I have.

My hands find her waist, pulling her in close. Her body’s soft against mine, but she tenses, like she’s unsure if she’s supposed to lean into me or step back. I don’t give her the chance to think about it.

My lips crash against hers, deep and hungry, all the pent up feelings I've been battling all fucking evening releasing into the kiss.

She doesn’t fight me.

Instead, she finally melts into me, her hands coming up to my chest, fingers pressing into my shirt hard, like she’s checking to see if I'm really here or just a figment of her imagination.

I pull back for a second, just enough to catch my breath. Her eyes are half-lidded, lips parted, the tiniest hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. But it’s not playful. It’s something else. It’s like she’s daring me to do something more——go further.

And yuh better rassclaat know mi nawh back down this time.

My eyes fleet over to the crumpled bed behind her.

"Who and yuh deh yah?"

"Daddy and Josh."

Dat naggo work.

"Ah."

"Awah?"

Without giving her a response, I grab her wrist and pull her behind me, guiding her out the door.

She follows, no words, just the sound of our footsteps mixing with the cool night air. She doesn’t ask where we’re going either. And I'm glad. I'm in no mood for the chattingz.

When she opens the gate, we go through.

I open the passenger door of the Bimma, the same one I’ve driven a thousand times, but tonight it serves a different purpose, a fucking stage for whatever the hell this is.

Jodie doesn’t hesitate either. She slides into the seat, her knees knocking the dashboard slightly as she adjusts herself, eyes on me now——expectant, but a bit apprehensive.

She pick up pon di vibe I'm on.

Good.

I slam the door shut, the sound echoing in the silence of the night. I lean against the car for a second, just looking at her. The streetlights catch the way her hair falls across her face, the way her lips are still pink and moist from the kiss. There’s a heaviness in the air between us now, thick and undeniable.

When I slide into the seat beside her, all room for uncertainty vanishes. We're both on the same page, apparently, as she doesn't even give me a moment to breathe before she's reaching for me, pulling me in for another kiss.

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol from earlier or just the fact that I’ve been thinking about this all damn day, but my hands move on their own accord.

My fingers slide under the hem of her shirt, the soft skin of her stomach warm beneath my touch. She lets me, doesn’t push me away, and that’s enough to make the blood rush to my cock which instantly stiffens.

My hands slide downwards, over her hips and to her thighs, squeezing gently before I drag them back up, feeling the warmth of her skin under my fingertips. She shivers, but it’s not from the cold. It’s from the way my palms move over her, making her skin react, with goosebumps, before she has a chance to decide if she wants to.

She shifts in the seat, her leg sliding over mine, and for a moment, everything slows down. I see the way she’s looking at me——caught between uncertainty and that unspoken desire. Her eyes drop to my lips, then back up to mine.

I groan at the way she's looking at me, as if staring straight into my soul.

“Fuck,” I groan lowly.

Instinctively, I reach over, fingers brushing the side of her neck, and she closes her eyes, leaning into my touch as if unable to help herself.

I let my thumb trace the curve of her jaw, then lean in again, this time slower, more deliberate. She opens to me, and I use the opportunity to pull her onto my lap, making her straddle me, her body molding against mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

She pulls away first this time, her breathing shallow, eyes wide and wild.

“Dario,” she breathes, her voice low, almost a plea.

I pull back slightly, my forehead resting against hers, and for a split second, there’s a shift.

“Hmm?” I murmur, my voice rougher than I expect.

She doesn't speak, only stares at me.

The tension between us thickens.

The car is suffocatingly quiet now, the only sound being the low hum of the engine mixed with our sharp breathing.

The faint glow from the dashboard illuminates her face, highlighting the tension in her features, the way her lips slightly part as she stares at me.

There's a restlessness in the air too, wrapping itself around us, but I try not to dwell on it.

Her hands are shaking just a little as she reaches for me a second time, her fingers brushing the side of my face, almost tentative, as if she’s unsure of what comes next. But the moment her fingers touch my skin, it’s like a switch is flipped. My heart pounds harder in my chest, and the pull between us becomes undeniable.

"Yuh good?"

She nods, her bright eyes staring into mine.

Her hand moves again, reaching for my shirt this time, fingers skimming the fabric, as if she’s trying to figure out where the boundary lies between us. But there are no boundaries now. Not here. Not with her. Not tonight.

I grab her wrist gently but firmly, bringing her hand to rest on my chest, my heart pounding against my ribs like it’s trying to break out of the cage.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I stare at her hand. Her fingers press against the fabric, feeling the heat of my body through the thin cotton. I watch her for a moment, her face inches from mine, her eyes still uncertain but full of something else now——something she can’t hide. Lust.

“Jodie,” I say her name, low, rough, slipping from my mouth like a soft breath.

She looks at me, and for a moment, I'm lost in her gaze. Sexy nuh fuck.

I don't understand it. I haven't felt like this about a woman in years. And I've fucked my fair share. It almost gives the feeling I got when I first lost my virginity. Fuck. This is not good.

Jodien leans in slowly, her breath mingling with mine. Her lips hover just above mine, and for a second, we’re suspended in time.

I don’t wait for her to make the first move this time. I close the distance, capturing her lips in a kiss that’s soft but desperate, like a tide finally breaking through after being held back for too long.

Her lips are warm and hesitant at first, but then she presses harder against mine, her hands draping around my neck, her body inching closer.

I deepen the kiss, my hands finding her back, pulling her into me until her body is flush against mine.

Her curves press into me, the feel of her soft, heated skin against mine igniting something in me that’s been smoldering ever since I laid eyes on her since night.

I can taste the sweetness of her lips, smell the faint trace of her perfume mixed with the salt of her skin, hear the thumping of her heartbeat. My own pulse is racing, and all the noise in my head finally quiets down.

I need her closer, so much closer.

I slide my hands down her back, cupping her fat ass, pulling her even tighter against me, and she gasps into the kiss, the heat between us rising to a point where it’s almost unbearable. I relish it.

Her fingers dig into my shirt, pulling it, tugging at it like she’s trying to tear down the walls between us. And, as of right now, my shirt seems to be one of the biggest hindrance.

I break the kiss, panting for air, my forehead resting against hers.

“Mi wah yuh,” I rasp, the words coming out rough, unguarded. I don’t care anymore. I want her. I want all of her.

She looks at me, her eyes wide, dark with something unreadable. She hesitates for just a second, and it’s all I need to see that little crack in her armor.

She moves against me again, this time more deliberately, and I feel her hands trail down my chest, to my waist, her fingers teasing the waistband of my jeans.

The slow, teasing caress sends a jolt through me, and I’m lost in the feel of her, in the way she makes me feel like I'm losing control.

She pulls away for a moment, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath, her lips glistening from our kiss.

“Dario...” she murmurs, almost like she’s trying to say something, but the words get stuck somewhere between her throat and her lips.

Her fingers move back up to the buttons of my shirt, one by one, her touch feather-light but sure. I can tell she knows exactly what she wants but isn’t ready to admit it yet.

I watch her, my hands steadying her movements, guiding her slowly as she strips me down, piece by piece. Her hands linger on my abdomen, tracing the lines of muscle beneath, the feel of her small hands on my body making my breath catch a little every time.

When the last button comes undone, she pushes my shirt off, her eyes following every movement, drinking in the sight of me like she’s memorizing it.

If I didn't know better, I'd think she imagined this moment many a times. But, fuck, don't get carried away.

Without a word, I tug her shirt over her head, my fingers fumbling for a second in my haste, but I don’t care.

Her stiff breasts point at me, her dark nipples firm.

I need to feel her. So I reach out to do just that.

Her skin is soft beneath my fingertips, and when my hands slide up to cup her breasts, she shudders under my touch, her head falling back with a quiet gasp.

The sound of it makes my pulse spike, and I can’t stop myself from leaning in again, kissing her neck, tasting her skin as my hands kneed her breasts, tweaking her nipples every now and again.

My hard on strains against my jeans, but I try not to focus on that, neither do I stop, my hands slowly dragging down her stomach, wanting to explore further, push the boundaries of what’s safe. After all, we're beyond the point of safety by now, if you ask me. I think I've already given her enough leeway to back out.

Jodie responds to me like she’s been waiting for this moment, craving my touch in this way, her body moving against mine, her hand raking through my hair, pulling me closer as though we could merge into one.

I can feel every movement she makes, every shift of her body, and it sets me the fuck off. Her breath is coming faster now, her chest rising and falling against mine, and I haven't even started fucking her yet.

Gently shifting her legs further apart, I guide the movement of her hips against mine, controlling the flow, the friction sending a rush of heat through me, and pulling a soft whimper from her. I feel her body tremble in response. I know she can feel how fucking hard and stiff my cock is.

“Jodz...” I murmur her name, the intensity of my voice leaving no room for doubt, for second guessing. I don’t want to hold back anymore. “Mi waan slip it een...”

Hear di top man a beg to bomboclaat.

I push the thought behind me.

She meets my eyes again, and this time, there’s no hesitation, no second-guessing in hers.  She nods, shifting her weight, onto her knees as she leans forward and eases up off my lap.

"Pull it dung fimi," I rasp.

Without a word, she bites down on her lip, her hands moving to my belt, fingers fumbling for a second before they’re pulling it loose. When my dick springs free, she grips it; her touch tender but firm. The sensation from it makes my pulse spike. I watch her for a second, seeing the desire cast a shadow over her droopy eyes.

I inhale a sharp gush of air, when her cold, fisted palm begins to move up and down the length of my shaft.

My head lolls against the seat's headrest.

"Fuck," I moan.

At the sound, Jodie's eyes find mine, and a small smirk tugs at her lips.

See yuh fucking face? That yuh like hear doh?

With the same smirk on her lips, she increases her tempo, pulling my body off the seat with each stroke.

"Fuck! Jodie...babes! FUCK...!" I grip her hips. "Nuh go so hard yet, mi ago buss if yuh do that so."

She giggles, moving her hand faster regardless, pulling another moan out of me before I can stop myself, and I glare at her.

Aight, jus' fi dat...I land a hard slap on her left ass cheek which jiggles on impact.

She falls forward, with a squeal, her eyes going wide. Fucka yuh. Mi can play rough tuh.

She pouts, but I playfully peck her lips.

Then her cheek.

Her neck.

Her collar bone.

Dropping to her breast, sucking a nipple into my mouth, my teeth grazing the tender bud.

Jodie moans aloud, tilting her head back, and I smirk, flicking my tongue around it a few times.

Reaching between us now, I pull my dick further up my thigh, settling between her parted legs. She moans again, as I shift the thin material of her drawz to the side, and the sound sends goosebumps clothing my skin.

I take a few seconds just rubbing the tip between her folds, before slowly easing into her.

We both gasp simultaneously. Her at the feel of my cock head slipping into her warm, wet pussy, and me at how fucking tight said pussy feels encasing my shaft and sucking me in.

“Dario...” Jodie moans, bringing my attention back to her face. She stares down at me, and, for a moment, she just sits there like that, looking at me, feeling as my dick throbs inside her. It’s almost like she’s savoring the moment.

Gosh.

After about a minute, she leans forward, lips brushing against mine again, the faintest touch that sends a shiver down my spine. It’s soft, hesitant, but it’s enough to make everything in me tighten.

Her lips part to say, "Fuck me", and I’m on her instantly, kissing her like I’ve been starving for this. And I have if I'm being honest.

She moans into my mouth, and it’s enough to make my chest tighten, my blood rushing in my ears. And any doubt that may have lingered in the back of my mind, in that moment, fades.

I can’t stop myself now. I slide my hands down to her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body press against me, her erect nipples poking my bare chest.

I start moving my hips, feeding her with slow, deep strokes. She moans aloud, matching every move of my hips. It urges me on, until soon I'm pummeling her, pressing her down on me to heighten the friction.

My mind is telling me to slow down. I want to savor this moment, to take her in, to feel every inch of her, to slowly drive her over the edge... but the tension between us grows more and more unbearable. It’s like a live wire crackling in the air, threatening to snap at any moment. I can’t hold back even if I wanted to.

The speed of my strokes falters, as I pull away just enough to catch my breath. My hands slide down her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine, feeling her shiver under my touch. She too is gasping for air, but her body moves instinctively, urging me on, wanting more.

Sinking deeper, I press my lips to her neck, my breath hot against her skin, and she tilts her head, giving me better access. Her hands grip the edge of the seat, helping her maintain her balance as she gets up on her knees, sensing I'm a bit tired.

Slowing down, I allow her the chance to dominate.

Gripping her hips to steady her as she lifts her body into a scooting position. I raise a brow at her, but she only smiles, adjusting her hips before immediately starts moving.

Bomboclaa——

The first bounce feels like it tugs at the strings of my soul.

Before I can process what's happening properly...

Then comes another.

And another.

Until she's full on riding my dick.

Each move she makes pulls another moan through my parted lips. Making me blush. Man neva moan so inna mi fucking life, daddy! Di fuck she a do to mi, Dawg?

Jodie rolls her hips, sinking deeper on my dick, before easing completely off and repeating the move. I grip her legs, my eyes rolling back.

"Yes! Fuck...a so pussy fi feel," I growl, the words slipping out before I can stop them. I don’t even know if I’m talking to her or to myself at this point. All I know is that I can’t get enough of her.

A dah pussy yah Jodien a walk up and dung wid this whole time?

Weh mi head did deh all along, dawg?

...“Fuck!”

“Mmm...Dario! Yes, fuck, ugh! Yes...” She moves faster, grinding her hips harder against me.

“Just like that...yes, damn, this feels so good...!”

"Fuck me," she continues, "Just...like...that...mhm!"

The fact that she's enjoying herself, free of all inhibitions, makes me smile, feeling a flutter in my stomach.

Awah di fuck that, bredda?

My hand slips around her waist, fingers brushing over the soft, smooth skin of her back down to her ass and cup it. She gasps at the touch, her body arching into mine, and for a moment, I feel like I’m drowning in her.

She continues to bounce on my dick, her pussy gripping its length repeatedly.

I trail a featherlike caress from her ass to her thigh, running my hand up its length, fingers barely brushing her skin, and she shudders, the sound of her breath catching in her throat.

Her hands find my shoulders now, holding herself steady as she presses her hips down against mine. The sensation of her moving against me, the heat building between us, makes everything inside me tighten.

"Jodie…" I whisper her name, my voice rough, desperate now. "You feel so fucking good."

She meets my gaze, her eyes dark.

I'm not used to her so quiet, so vulnerable and it tugs at my heart.

The glass of the windscreen and windows are foggy, a result of the kind of heat only bodies so close could create, the air thick with the sound of skin slapping skin, moans mingling.

I struggle to think. I can’t focus on anything but her, the way she feels, the way she makes me feel, a way I haven’t felt in a long time. In this exact moment, I feel...human.

Her breath quickens, and I know she’s close. I can tell by the way she's moving now, in the way her hands grip me tighter, in the way her body presses harder against mine. She’s so close to breaking, and I don’t know if I can hold out any longer either.

Fuck it, I can’t wait any longer. I reach down, guiding her movements as I pull her closer, pressing her against me, feeling every inch of her body against mine. The pace is frantic now, desperate, and I’m lost in the rhythm of her, the sound of her heavy breathing, the feel of it fanning my earlobe.

Not long afterwards she comes undone around me with a loud squeal, sinking her nails into my shoulders so hard I know it will leave a bruise.

I buck my hips as I fuck her through it, drawing closer to my own release.

It follows soon after, and I hesitate to pull out. The fact that I'm not wearing boots is the only thing which forces me to, withdrawing just in time to spew hot spurts of cum onto the side of her thigh.

"Fuck," I hiss below my breath.

I'm fucking spent, struggling to catch my breath.

Jodie's breathing is just as ragged.

She pulls away slightly, looking at me with those deep brown eyes that seem to see straight through me. However, there’s something in her gaze, some raw emotion, that tells me she’s has something on her mind.

Most likely all questions. We've crossed a dangerous boundary tonight and I can bet she's now questioning where we stand. She's never appealed to me as the type to do physical hookups.

She's always been a lover girl. And that's why I hadn't thought of fucking with her all those years, being there and seeing how hard she loves and how much heartbreak fucks her up.

She's the type to want more, and...I'm not sure I can offer her what she wants. Beyond the physical.

A man like me is no good for her, mentally.

So wait, yuh never 'memba that before yuh fuck her likkle while?

I cup her face, guiding her back to me, kissing her deeply, slowly, like I’m savoring every second. And I am. Every moment with her feels delicate, as I'm not sure I'll get to re-live this moment again.

She returns the kiss with as much passion. But then she pulls away, just enough to look at me again.

I hold her stare. "Yuh good?"

She nods, looks away, then says, her voice barely a whisper, "Dario, what happens after this?"

I knew this was coming, yet...

I tense.

My hand on her cheek pausing its caress, her words hanging in the air. I don’t have the answer——hell, I’m not even sure I want to think about what happens after this.

I know I've fucked up.

Just ruined all we had going on by pushing one major boundary tonight.

There's also a very high possibility of her hating me in the morning when she's sober.

So, no, I definitely don't want to think of what happens after this.

I brush a strand of hair from her face, my thumb grazing her cheek gently. "I don't wanna think about that now."

She swallows, her expression hardening, but there's a flicker of something else there.

Hurt?

Wah di fuck yuh think?

“Oh,” she says, her lips curling into a small smile, her lips quivering.

A bawl she ago bawl, dawg?

Jah know.

“Jodz——”

“It's OK, Dario,” she cuts me off saying. She moves off me, picking up her shirt from the floor of the car and tugging it over her head.

And just like that, the moment shifts.

Jah Jah.

I reach out to touch but she flinches.

My eyes narrow. "Jodz...”

“Mi ago back inside before Daddy wake and realise say mi gone.”

That's cap. She a her own big woman, why the fuck her father supposed to business if she inna di house or not?

My pulse quickens when she doesn't meet my eyes. I can't tell if she's crying or not. “Gimmi a minute mek we talk nuh, badman?”

Without even a glance my way, she picks up her slippers, tucking her feet into them.

I go to lock the doors but she beats me to it, pushing the passenger side open and sliding out.

I brace myself, anticipating her slamming it, but she doesn't.

Before I can react, she's out of earshot. I watch her briskly walk back up the lane until she reaches her gate, pushes it and walks through.

My eyes stay on her until she makes it back to her house, going around the side to the back.

My mind is pushing me to go after her, but I remain rooted in place, my pants below my ass, my flaccid dick resting on my thigh.

When she's out of sight, I exhale, slamming my fist against the steering wheel, the horn blaring loudly.

Fuck!