Turned Out By A Boss(35)

“You ready?” he asked again just for assurance.

“Yes.” she whispered looking into his eyes.

With that confirmation, he pulled her to the edge of the bed lifting one of her legs on his shoulder. Not giving her a warning he entered her. Causing a loud squeal to leave her mouth.

“You good?” he asked with a cocky smirk.

Instead of answering she started to grind into him. Following her strokes, they started a rhythm of their own as he gave her long strokes.

“Kuazie. Shit,” she moaned softly in his ear.

Hearing her moans and whimpers as he stroked her body gently made him grow harder. Feeling her tighten around him he knew she was close as he continued giving her deep and long thrusts. Watching his dick disappear and reappear from between her folds excited him as her thick white cream covered his tool.

“Turn around.” he demanded.

On shaky legs, Denim did just that as she got on all fours and arched her back. This was what she missed. Sex with Rico was good but it wasn't nothing like sex with Kuazie. She loved that rough shit especially when a nigga was hitting it from the back.

In one swift motion, he had entered her. “Damn boy,” she yelled out in pleasure.

Kuazie grabbed her hip with one hand and her hair with the other as he beat it up from the back. Giving her no mercy and no time to plead he filled her up with all of him and was hitting her with the death strokes.

“Oh shit… Damn do that shit,” she screamed as she threw it back at him.

If there was one thing Kuazie loved, it had to be when she f*cked back. He knew her body like no other not just because he was her first but because he had taught her everything she knew. All that could be heard throughout the room was her screams and moans his grunts and skin slapping.

“I'm gonna cum,” she screamed as her body shook. Recovering from her orgasm, she snatched the condom off of him before taking him into her mouth. Massaging his balls with her hands, she swallowed him whole.

“Oh shit. Ease up.” He moaned out grabbing her hair as she used her hand to assist her in the job. He laid back on the bed with his chest heaving after cumin’ for what felt like forever.

Climbing on the bed beside him Denim laid her head on his chest. “So what's next?”

“I don't know,” He said wrapping her in his arms and closing his eyes.

Chapter 12

Denim

Denim woke up to a phone ringing loudly. Looking around, she finally found it on the side of the bed on the floor. Picking it up she noticed it wasn't her gold iPhone but a black one. Already knowing it was Kuazie’s she figured she'd ignore it, that is until it rung again. Looking at the screen, she noticed the name Ashley with several different cute emoji’s.

Rolling her eyes, she got out the bed finally noticing that Kuazie was no longer lying beside her. Walking in her kitchen, she smiled seeing him holding Rhia and making her a bottle. It was cute although he was struggling.

“Why didn't you wake me up?” Denim asked grabbing Rhia out of his arms.

“I tried. You wouldn't wake up. Let me find out this dick put you in a coma.” he smiled handing her the bottle he prepared.

Waving him off she walked away. “Why that milk taste like that.”

“It's breast milk. Why, did you drink it?”

He quickly said no and she already knew he was lying. Shaking her head, she laughed. Denim debated with herself in her head on whether to bring up this Ashley girl or not. She knew she wasn't his girl but still like he said yesterday once they start it was no turning back.

"So who's Ashley?”

"What?”

“Who's Ashley?” She repeated.

“Some hoe I f*ck from time to time. Why wassup? How you know Ashley?” he questioned.

“She was blowing your phone up.”

Kuazie just stared at her before getting up and going to get his phone. Denim shook her head. She refused to play the side chick role to anyone else. Been there, done that. That chapter in her life was officially closed and was to never be opened again.

Picking her phone up she went through her messages seeing she had one from Rico.

"I really need to change his contact name," She spoke aloud to herself.

My Love: I miss you. When you bringing my daughter home.

Just as she was putting her phone down a call came through. It was none other than Rico himself.

"Helllo? What was the text about Rico? You know just like I know this not about Rhia.” She got straight to the point.

“So what's this about Denim.”

“You know just like I do. This is about you worrying about me and tryna get *. My daughter is fine without you.”

Rico laughed. “Denim don't make me take your young ass to court. Bitch I'll make it so that you won't even be able to see my daughter,” he threatened.

Now it was Denim’s turn to laugh. “And risk little ol’ Deena finding out you was f*cking her best friends, little sister. Yeah, I doubt it, nigga.”

“You know me. I'll make it so that Rhia grows up to call Deena mommy. Think about it. You know I'm a f*cked up nigga and I'll do it.” he laughed.

Denim remained quiet because as much as she wanted to pop off she knew Rico was really a f*cked up individual.

"I expect you and my daughter here in the next two weeks.” he said hanging up on her.