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I’m silent while she’s there waiting. When she realizes that I’m struggling to tell her, she kneels on the sofa and start unbuckling my shorts. “We a go do something fun since cat caught your tongue.”

Ifinallychuckle.

I feel like my brain is about to explode, because this is what I wanted. Now I am finally getting it.

“I’m going to give you what you want and you’re going to talk to me… deal?” She grazes her soft lips against mine and I sigh in her mout.

“During?” It comes out thick and she nods slowly biting her lip.

Shit.

“Yes, yaw go deh pan the moon, so nuh matter how hard the situation is, you will talk.” She lets her robe slip from her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

I groan, shifting my hips impatiently, aching to feel her mouth on me. The moment she leans in, I bite my lip, eyes fixed on her, mouth open, lost in anticipation.

“Deal,” I manage to gasp, barely holding back.

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With my head leaned to the side, my lips sucks on the side, trailing against his entire nine inches.

“Zara..” he’s in a bliss.

Saliva drips from my lips as I grind and clap my ass against him, arching my back to take him deeper into my mouth. My hands wrap around the tip, stroking and teasing him with every motion.

“Mmm,” I moan againsthim, looking through my lashes at him as he speaks to me, slow paced, between groans.

“You love it so much don’t you?” I switch position and slide him in my mouth, bobbing my head with my eyes in his. It hits the back of my throat and I gag.

“Why you stop talk?” I ask, lifting my head for air.

He curses through clenched teeth, and as I start again, he lets out another sentence. I keep him close, hand wrapped aroundthe base, each movement drawing out another confession, his voice rough and urgent with every stroke.

It’s a mess, no wonder it was hard for him to say.

“This is why mi never wah tell yuh,” he’s ashamed.

Really?

“Why?” I push my hair behind my ears, gathering my thoughts.

“Cause..” he shakes his head.

I take him deep, throat stretching as my ass shakes beneath his hand. My eyes roll back at the sting of his smack. Lifting him slowly from my mouth, I lock a wicked stare on him, swirling the tip with my tongue, bobbing my head, then I say, “You think I’m going to judge you?” I snort. “Nickoi..” I lean closer and lick the side of him, from the base to the top.

He’s high off me.

“…I hated the idea of giving head and look at me… I do it for you. Cause I love you. I would never judge you.”

I didn’t expect it to be so messy. I thought it would be a mess yes especially when I saw Nickoi’s reaction but it’s a lot worst than I imagined. And even then, I won’t judge him or look at him differently.

“Now, let’s talk about this,” I get off him, but he hugs me tight making me laugh.

“Please… gimme a piece nuh,” he begs.

“No… we had a deal, and this deeper than sex and pleasure babe,” I