Slowly my eyes moved back to hers. "If you want this to be our last night, I'll respect that."
My hand moved up towards her neck, gripping it softly. "I don't want it to be though,” I confessed. "I wanna get you up outta here, Gianna. Put you in a crib somewhere tucked away where the only nigga who has access to you is me."
She smirked. "And then what? Be available to you 24/7 as your personal sex doll?"
"Better me than a bunch of random muhfucka's every day," I countered.
“That’s sounds stifling,” she said, her voice calm but pointed.
My grip on her neck loosened, my hand sliding down to rest along her shoulder instead. “You would never have to worry about money again. I can promise you that,” I assured her.
Her brow lifted. Her hand came up to rest lightly against my chest. “Until the next fat ass draws your attention." She sighed softly.
"You not hearing me," I pressed. "I've never done no shit like this. You would be the first and the last."
She smirked, shaking her head slowly. "So you wanna turn me into your mistress? Take me away from how I make my money and then let you puppeteer my moves?” She shook her head again. "I can't do that. Not even for a man as fine and generous as you." Her thumb brushed over my bottom lip. "So if tonight is our last night together…let it be that."
Gianna stood and grabbed both of my hands. "Let me make you feel good one last time." She pulled me up before leading me to the bed. She softly pushed me down. I leaned up on my elbows as I watched her slide off her dress.
"How do you want it, Boss?" she purred.
"I want you on top," I said, low, my dick already hard. "I wanna look at you. And I want you to say my name when you cum."
Her brow lifted, but she nodded. "Okay."
Gianna took off my clothes, and once I was naked, she walked over to the dresser and grabbed a condom. Ripping it open she place the condom in her mouth and then slowly rolled it on me. My head dropped back because I was already missing her.
She climbed on top of me slowly. My hands found her hips as I stared up into those pretty brown eyes. She slid down on me.
"Gianna…" I moaned out her name before I could stop myself.
Gianna planted her hands on my chest. "I know, babe," she cooed. She began to ride me, grinding that pussy on me so good my toes were curling.
I reached up and gripped her throat—not hard though 'cause I would never hurt her. Pulling her down to me, I stared into her eyes feeling so much emotion swell inside of me, my chest was hurting. "Let me just take you away from here," I whispered gruffly.
Gianna shook her head, still riding me nice and slow. "No," she whispered, her breath fanning against my lips.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not a concubine, Boss."
"You would be more than that to me, Gianna."
She gently removed my hand and sat back up. "Stop talking. Let's just enjoy tonight."
I stopped talking. Just watched her, memorizing her features. Locked in on the way she sounded. The way she felt. And when she came and moaned out my name—I knew I would be hearing her voice in my dreams. Gripping her hips, my bodylocked and I emptied inside her wishing that there was no condom separating this connection.
She smiled down at me before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the side of my mouth. My eyes closed. That simple little kiss hit harder than everything else that happened tonight because it felt personal and intimate
She was talking about enjoying tonight, but the way she looked at me, the way she touched me—this shit felt like more than sex. I knew she had to feel it too.
I stared up at her trying to memorize every detail. The curve of her smile. The flecks of gold in her eyes. The way she always looked at me like she could see straight through the bullshit.
I didn’t want to go. My hand slid up her arm, holding on just a little longer. A part of me kept waiting for her to say something. Tell me not to go and that she wanted me too. I wanted her to give me a reason to stay. But she didn't, and that shit hurt a lil' bit.
Gianna wasn't trying to make my decision harder or to choose her. She wasn't demanding promises or asking for a future. She was just letting a nigga go.
I looked at her and forced myself to remember why I came here in the first place—to finally leave her pretty ass alone. But as she smiled at me all soft, I felt like I was losing her. And I wasn't sure what to do with that feeling.