“If you wanted to be a hoe, why keep my mother in somethin’ that made her miserable? Why not let her be happy with someone else? You weren’t treatin’ her right.” Her questions were on a roll.
“I was selfish, Spot.”
“That’s not my fuckin’ name!” That time, she yelled and slammed her hand down on the table.
“Force of habit. I’m sorry, Journei.” He looked at me as I looked at him. “It’s pretty late. I’m goin’ to go ahead andleave.” He wiped his mouth and stood. “Thank you, Pastor. So… Journei, I’ll talk to you later.”
I stood to walk him out. Dinner went smoother than I thought it would.
Journei
That bitch ass nigga had me in tears at that table. I was upset because instead of just calling me by my name, he chose to taunt me with the name he gave me regarding my vitiligo as if that were okay. I hated to hear it. It tore me down in ways that was hard to build myself back up from.
He was respectful and answered without hesitation whatever I threw his way. It was just somethin’ about that fuckin’ name that took me from zero to a hunnid real quick. Maybe it was the open disrespect that was behind it.
As Christian walked him out, I relocated upstairs. I headed straight for the bed. Lying flat on my back, I shouted, “I need weed!” I was stressed and had gone six months without marijuana.
“For what?”
“I am stressed and most of all emotional as fuck. I want to be able to go ten minutes without cryin’.”
“So, you want to relieve stress?” he asked.
I was still on my back looking up to the ceiling when my feet were placed on the bed and my legs spread. My panties were pulled to the side with his tongue attacking my pearl. I swear my sundresses came in handy for shit like that.
My hands immediately gripped the back of his head to push him deeper between my folds. His tongue was a weapon of destruction. I was sure to fall apart after being pleased by it. It never failed.
“Mmm. Right there, baby.”
“I know, mama.”
The vibration from his words sent a shiver up my spine, causing me to arch my back and grind my pussy on his face. I didn’t know what he was tryin’ to snatch, because my soul was already gone, but he was searching for somethin’.
“Christiannn!”
He sucked on my clit the way a baby would a pacifier, and I gave him the best facial he ever had. I squirted so hard his shirt was completely wet.
Although I was still emotional, I wasn’t stressed. Christian knew what I needed and took care of it without me asking. That man was too good to be true. There was no way he knew how to love a woman so good.
Sitting up, I was eye level with his dick. I sucked on him for the first time earlier that day, and I wanted to taste him again. I eased his joggers down along with his briefs. His dick was so damn pretty.
I gripped and lifted it to expose his balls. I dove in, placing his balls in my mouth, and sucked on them gently. As they fell out one by one, my tongue hung out and flowed from the base to the tip.
Sucking dick was foreign to me, but I loved the way Christian tasted. I got to the tip and tried my best to wrap my tongue around it, then took him in whole. He banged against my tonsils a few times, making spit drip from the corners of my mouth.
“A’ight, mama. If this gets to be too much, just stop me.”
He gripped the back of my head and stroked my mouth the way he would my pussy. I thought it was safe to say he was fuckin’ my face. Nonetheless, I enjoyed it.
Tears fell, and the feeling of having to throw up constantly occurred, but I didn’t want him to stop. He slowed down and fixed his eyes on mine. Wiping away my tears, he asked, “Where you want it?”
I gripped his dick and deep throated him to where I could still breathe, and it wasn’t hurting. A warm solution was felt coating my throat soon after. He gave me another dose, and I was more than content.
As I eased him out of my mouth, low moans left his. Sexual activity with a man was new to me, but when I engaged with Christian, everything came naturally. It was different… he was different.
I fixed his clothing as my mind shifted back to my father. An ill feeling was present at dinner. Like he wasn’t coming back into my life for the right reasons as if he did his homework and seen I had a lil’ change.
“Do you think he was genuine?” I asked.
