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“Fuck you, and what you want.” I venomously replied.
“I swear if you…”
I silenced Zaylee by smashing my lips into hers. I couldn’t help myself, being this close to her was too tempting. It had been too fuckin’ long since had access to Zaylee this way. I used to love kissing her for hours. Her lips were always so soft and juicy, they were perfect. Still perfect. Hearing her moan and returning my kiss with just as much passion. I slipped my tongue past her thick lip invading her mouth. I explored her mouth, dominating our kiss. My body pressed into the softness of her body. My dick was hard as I slowly grinded it into her. I wanted her to feel my shit until she started begging me to fill her pussy. Zaylee let out a soft moan, and she wrapped her hands around my neck. My hands slipped behind her gripped her soft meaty ass pressing her hot pussy onto my rigid dick. On instinct I pushed her skirt up around her waist as my hands felt their way to the front of herthin panties. Caressing her pussy my fingers became drenched, her juices leaking through her panties.
Breaking our kiss, I stared down at her Black eyes, lust swirled in them. My fingers toying with her clit. Bending my neck down I sucked on Zaylee’s neck allowing her moans to fuel my fire. “Shit…shit, Mikaeeel.”
I smirked to myself, she was finna cum or she thought she was. Just as fast as I kissed her, I stopped. Her eyes shot up to mine, she was confused. Bringing my fingers that were covered in her juices I licked each one of them individually. She was just as sweet as I remembered. Too bad a good ass pussy had to go to waste on Zaylee’s dumb ass.
“I never took you as a ho. You just going around lettin’ nobodies play in ya pussy? That’s some trifling shit.” I condescendingly told her.
Running my tongue over my lips one more time just to savor her flavor on my lips. I looked at her one more time before leaving a hot, horny, breathless mess. I bet she knew who the fuck I was now.
Chapter 10
Zaylee Cooper
I wasn’t a ho nor was I weak when it came to niggas. However, Mikael has always had the ability to make me do stuff I normally didn’t do. I guess time didn’t lessen his hold over me and I hated that for me. I damn near passed out when I laid eyes on Mikael in the mall. I figured at some point we’d run into each other again. Never did I think it would be less than a month of me being back home. He looked as if he hadn’t aged since I last laid eyes on him. I always loved how naturally smooth his creamy mahogany brown skin was. Mikael had perfect skin without doing anything special. It had always been like that for him. While I had to use three different face cleansers just to keep acne from appearing on my face. Mikael never was big on facial hair; he kept a neatly trimmed patch on his chin and a thin mustache over his juicy lips. His beauty mark on his upper left jaw was still there despite Mikael hating it. I loved it, I always told him it made him stand out more. I swear he could have beena model with his chiseled jawline and high cheekbones. Mikael was borderline pretty, but I would never tell him that to his face. I could see a few new tattoos that weren’t on his arms before and a nose piercing that I didn’t know he needed. It fit his face well and added that extra appeal to him.
After all this time Mikael still had the same effect on me and I didn’t know what I was going to do besides stay away from. I swear when I saw him, I felt myself go weak in the knees, my stomach flipped a million times, and I had to fight to keep my breath steady. Lamelle was oblivious to my sudden nervousness. He thought I was giddy over him when in reality the nigga who made it impossible to love another nigga was staring right at us. Because Mikael’s crazy ass was just staring at us, he caught Lamelle’s attention and I damn sure wasn’t about to tell him who Mikael was. Of course, I didn’t count on him being able to read my lips and being triggered by me calling him a nobody. To a degree he wasn’t a nobody to me anymore. Last time we spoke he said he hated me and to stay the fuck away from him. The way I saw it we were two strangers blowing in the wind who shared memories of the past. Nothing more, well it wasn’t supposed to be then he fucking kissed me and ever since then I felt myself craving Mikael increasingly each day.
I was pissed with myself for even wanting anything to do with Mikael’s selfish ass. He couldn’t see past his own selfish needs to even try to understand how I felt. He didn’t think about what the pain of him cutting me off would do to me. It was bad enough we were going to be separated for ten years, and I was dealing with that. I kept a strong face whenever I would visit Mikael but all I did was cry when I was at home. Mikael didn’t understand that his sentence wasn’t only his burden to carry. Every day I was away from him was torture. When Mikael cut me off, I was beyond broken. I cried for weeks. The pain my heart felt was unbearable. I even tried to go visit him again and I didn’t thinkhe could really cut me off that easily. Mikael rejected my visit, crushing me to my core. He was so mad at me for wanting to get an abortion, not realizing his actions caused me to miscarry the baby.
My mind was clouded with thoughts of Mikael, and I hadn’t been taking care of myself and in my emotional haze I neglected to go to my appointment for my abortion. The problem with me having a miscarriage was during my D&C procedure I had a lot of uterine scarring, and my doctor told me that it would be a lot harder for me to get pregnant again. That was when my hate for Mikael came in, he took my heart and my ability to have kids. I vowed to never give a nigga the power to destroy me the way that Mikael did. I’d stayed true to that until I ran into that man again and my silly self gave into Mikael with little to no pressure.
Fuck Mikael, Fuck Mikael, Fuck!
“Baby did you hear me? Mikael’s coming today.”
I squinted my eyes as I turned from the mirror in the hallways that I was standing in front of looking at my mom. Despite all the stuff my dad put her through, my mom still was a beauty. Everyone said I was a dark skinned version of her and they weren’t lying. I only got my skin complexion and hair texture from my dad.
“You invited him to dad’s funeral?”
“I did. I thought he was still in jail. I had no idea he’d gotten out and he’s still fine as he wants to be.”
I gave my mom a blank stare to hide the butterflies dancing in my stomach.This can’t be happening.I didn’t want to be anywhere near Mikael. I wanted our first encounter to be our last one.
“I’m sure he was being polite. I doubt he’ll be there; he didn't care for dad. We both know that.” I tried to sound neutral. I hoped my mom didn’t pick up on my annoyance. I wasn’t lying though Mikael couldn’t stand my dad. All it took was for Mikaelto hear my dad call my Blackie. He cussed my dad out and had his grown ass running scared. It was funny now thinking about my grown dad being punked by a teenaged boy but then I was scared shitless. However, after that day my dad kept his nasty comments to himself.
“No, he just called me to tell me he was going to be a little late but he’s gonna be there.” My mom gave me a knowing smirk and that meant I was doing a terrible job at hiding how I was feeling from her.
“Called you?”
“Yeah, I gave him my number. Is that a problem?” My mom asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Nope, just don’t see the point of my ex coming to dad’s funeral. When my current boyfriend is going to be there. I mean he couldn’t send some flowers or something.” I sneakily rolled my eyes; my mama would still knock the shit out of me for getting smart with her.
“He could havebutI invited him. I’m sure your boyfriend will understand.” My mom might have been calm however the authority in her tone meant she was done talking about the situation.
“I guess,” I sighed, there was no point in going back and forth with her. “Are you ready?”
My mom and I were driving to the funeral. Neither of us had no desire to ride in the family limo with the rest of our dad’s family. My aunts and uncle were a lot to deal with, and it was bad enough we had to spend the day around them. Riding in a cramped limo while all of them bickered about nothing wasn’t appealing to either of us. So, we decided to drive separately. Of course, the family had something to say, we were acting stuck up. I honestly didn’t care what they had to say. I highly doubt after today I was going to see any of them anytime soon. My dad’s side of the family was full of rotten apples. Lamellewas going to meet us there. My mom wasn’t the biggest fan of Lamelle since she’d met him. Even back when we were just friends my mom didn’t care for him. Lamelle would go out of his way to suck up to my mom and that only made her dislike for him stronger.
“Yes, let’s get this over with. I hate to see my husband in that casket.” My mom answered sadly.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
