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“Why you always wanna make shit difficult?” He asked with a crooked smile.
“That’s youuu!” I whined as I tried to wiggle myself loose from his hold. “You just ate my pussy and you're sitting there smiling like everything is okay!” I raised my voice a few octaves to try to get my point across.
“What else you want me to do after I just got done eating supreme pussy? Shit, you see I keep licking my lips. I love how that pussy tastes, I can’t get enough of that shit.” He sensually used his tongue to trace his bottom lip emphasizing his words.
“I want you to realize we can’t keep doing stuff like this.” I tried to reason as I stared into his eyes. A mistake on my part because the feelings I tried to keep at bay for Marlo were making themselves known.
“We ain’t did shit. You needed something and I gave it to you…like I always do.”
“You sound crazy as hell. Eating my pussy isn’t just something you do. Like you got a girlfriend or baby mama. Whatever you want to call her.” I huffed out a breath of hot air feeling myself getting frustrated with Marlo’s indifference.
“Ain’t for you to worry about,” He replied nonchalantly.
“I don’t mess with other female’s niggas.” I plainly said, giving him a stale face.
“You ain’t messing with me I’m messing with you. So, you ain’t got shit to worry about.” He snickered then kissed me silencing any rebuttal I had. He kissed me slowly, slipping his tongue in my mouth. “Can I taste you again?” Marlo asked once he broke our kiss.
I went to shake my head to tell him no, but my words fell on deaf ears because Marlo’s head sunk down to my pussy before I had a chance to stop him. He placed soft kisses on the outside of my pussy lips. He peered up at me in between kissing, weakening my resolve.
“Please, Solana. Let me taste you again. You might as well cause Imma keep asking until you tell me yes.”
I was stuck between a rock and a hard dick. I wanted nothing more than Marlo to spend the rest of the day between my legs doing whatever he wanted. However, it wasn’t right. He still had a girl.Fuck.All my morals went out the window when he flickered his tongue across my clit.
This is the last time. I swear.
Chapter 24
Zaylee Cooper
“See, I could have taken my ass to work if I knew you was finna sit here and pout the entire time,” Yanna said, giving me a stank face then rolling her eyes at me.
Hell, if I had known I was going to be pouting and feeling like shit I would have stayed at home myself. I would have never thought cutting Mikael off again would have been this damn hard. The forty-eight hours we hadn’t talked seemed like an eternity. That other night when he showed up at my door I wanted so bad to let him in. But I couldn’t get down with how he was coming at me that night or the day before at his shop. I was starting to believe he was bi-polar or something because his mood swings were outta control. One minute it was fuck me the next he wanted to fuck me, and it was aggravating. Mikael was moving like I fucked him over when he was the one who continuously gave me his ass to kiss.
When I finally lost it and told him the truth about my miscarriage I was ready to take his fucking head off. Mikael wanted to act like I was lying but I didn’t have shit to lie for. He didn’t want to accept the truth because that would mean he’d have to accept the fact that he wasn’t shit. I was so pissed at how he brushed the truth off at that moment I felt like I hated him. If having a miscarriage wasn’t enough knowing I might not ever be able to have a baby because the miscarriage was hard for me to deal with. Mikael wanted to act like the shit wasn’t a big deal. I couldn’t get past that. I thought I didn’t want anything else to do with Mikael but as soon as he left I broke down crying. I felt like I was losing him again like when he went to jail. I had to call Yanna because I thought I was about to have a heart attack that night. Like the good sister she is, she'd been by my side since. Yanna had been doing everything in her power to cheer me up, like taking me to my favorite Italian restaurant,La’ Bella.Which is where we were currently sitting in a booth, waiting for our food to come. I thought I was feeling up to being out and about but the longer we were out the worse I felt.
“I’m sorry. I’m trying.” I sadly said attempting to give her a smile.
“When you said you were moving back home this wasn’t what I envisioned us doing,” Yanna replied, scowling at me then taking a sip of her wine. “And you not even drinking with me. I’m about to find me a new friend cause you ain’t it.”
“I told you that wine tasted funny,” I frowned at Yanna. “And you can’t have any other friends besides me.”
“It taste fine to me.” She smirked as she reached for the wine bottle sitting in the middle of the table. Yanna refilled her glass then sat it back down on the table. “Must be you.”
“Whatever,”
“You might as well go find the big eared nigga, beg for some dick so you can get ya self together and get back to normal.”
“I don’t want to.” I said folding my arms across my chest.
“He don’t.” Yanna nodded her head in agreement. “But what that gotta do with getting some dick. I didn’t say marry the nigga.”
“I can’t just get dick and not get attached to Mikael. It don’t work like that with him.”
“Cause y’all still in love with each other.”
“We aren’t,” I replied nervously, cutting my eyes at Yanna.
“I’ll say this then Imma leave it alone. The type of love you two shared doesn't disappear like that. Y’all might have been young but the love was real. I really don’t know why you thought you was finna be able to fuck him and not get attached to him again,” Yanna scoffed at me. “That was delusion at its finest.”
