Slipping his hand under the waistband of her shorts, he massaged her hip.

“What are you doing?” she questioned, feeling her nipples harden.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, totally dismissing her question.

“Nah, I’m straight.”

He pulled her closer to him and shut the door, then backed her against the refrigerator. Eyeing her luscious body, he noticed her hard nipples. She attempted to walk away. Pushing her back into position, he said a low tone, “Don’t do that, ma. You know what I went through walking over here?”

Doing her best to be strong, she asked again, “Butta, what are you doing?”

“I can’t even front—your ass is beautiful. I mean … I knew you were cute. I been thinking about getting at you, but I put that shit on hold, trying not to mix business.” He took her arm and placed it around his waist.

“Butta, I don’t know—”

“You don’t know about what? You don’t know if you feeling me?”

She diverted her eyes from his.

“No, look at me. Tell me to leave you alone.” He ran his tongue up and down her neck. “Tell me to get off of you.” Butta slipped his hand down into the front of her shorts and ran his fingers over her swollen clit. “Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop—that’s my word. I won’t come at you again.”

Without Arnessa saying a word, they both knew that she’d give in.

Taking the lead, he pulled her shirt off. “No more talking.” He pulled her shorts down. Kissing her body, he gradually eased onto his knees. “Open your legs, let me show you something.”

Doing as she was told, she watched as he licked her clit with the tip of his tongue. She couldn’t keep her eyes open as ecstasy shot through her body, a feeling she’d never felt before. Her knees buckled, and she had to grab the back of his head to keep from falling. Licking her clit once more, he said, “You not ready for that.” Standing up, he took Arnessa by the hand and led her into the den and over to the couch.

Butta took off his wife beater as Arnessa unbuckled his pants, her hands shaking nervously. He grabbed her hands, “Relax, I got you.”

Lying back on the oversized vanilla couch, she asked, “You sure this isn’t just a fuck?”

“I wouldn’t dare fuck you.” He lay between her legs. “I’ma take care of you.” Sucking on her lip, he kissed her passionately. When he attempted to penetrate her, he found it difficult. “Are you a virgin?”

“Un-uh,” she answered, opening her legs wider, helping him in.

“Damn.” He closed his eyes, enjoying the tightness. Arnessa’s pussy felt like a hot, wet vise grip on his dick and he nearly nutted. “You sure somebody done been up in here before?”

“Yes, one person … three years ago,” she replied, a little embarrassed.

Trying to be gentle, he started out stroking her slowly, rolling his hips up and down. He could tell that she was inexperienced, and that turned him on even more. While running his fingers through her hair, he looked into her slanted eyes, “Stay here … let me take care of you.”