After I’ve used my polo cologne I shove my gun in my waist and walk out.
Once I reach the bannister, I turn back.
I stride over to her and shake her soft arms gently.
“Mami?” I say in a hush tone.
Her eyes flutters open. Just before her eyebrow shoots up. She’s about to complain but sits up, with her fingers grasping the sheet against her chest.
Damn, one woman can nice so?
Before she can say anything I apologize.
“Sorry fi wake yuh.”
“You a leave?” her honey brown eyes fixed on my clothes. Then they shift to the crib.
“You’re getting them?”
“Yah.”
With a straight face, I grab her throat. She smiles sweetly. I tuck my lip, she licks her lips when I run my hand between her inner thighs almost touching her exposed clit. I feel like an imaginary magnet is there pulling me towards her. But a voice keeps reminding me that I need to go.Self control. Self control.
Give the ooman a break bruh.
I pull my hand back and realize that she’s staring at me, her eyes darkened with desire.Freak.
She grabs my hand. “Please?” She begs with pleading eyes.A she have the white liver eno.
“No b.”
“Why?” she’s staring in my eyes.
…so pretty.
“Because,” I trail off and get off the bed.”I have to go.”
I don’t even want to go. She’s staring at me in disbelief and I purposely add, “Now.”
“Nickoi mi hate you,” she lies down and turn her back to me. I laugh and smack her ass. It jiggles. She rubs it while wincing before she toss a glare my way.
Involuntarily, I bring my arms up to my head feeling a little dramatic. But in reality, I slapped her hard. She cuts her eyes.Just like Jania mother, mi cyaa tek har serious.
“Why you would a do that crawsis?” She whines, looking over her shoulder. She’s naked so I’m sure it hurts her. I grab her neck.
“Who you a call crawsis?”
She turns her back and mumbles indistinctly.
“Yuh sure yuh hate me?” I slap her ass again, loving how soft it feels. I push my hand under the sheet again, cup her breast from behind and she immediately gets silent.Thought so.
I get on the bed, laying on my stomach with my shoe hanging off the bed. I gently pull her shoulder, staring at the side of her face while massaging her breast. She squints her eyes shut, biting on the inside of her bottom lip.
“You still hate me?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she says firmly but of course her voice is saying otherwise.
“You hate me and love wah mi do to you, how that make sense?” I ask with a smile and she looks at me. She’s blushing-her eyes filled with gleam.
