“Braylen, I cannot do this with you unless—”
“I know, and I’m offering myself to you now, but I can only do that if you can accept both parts of me. Braylen and Beans.”
For the first time, I saw something in his eyes. Something that I had never seen before. This wasn’t like the other night; this was different, and I didn’t know if it was love or whatever was in that juice, but I was accepting it. I wasn’t sure why he thought I wouldn’t accept him for who he was because I had been in love with this man for years. “I accept you, Braylen.”
I stood up from him to take off my clothes. I tossed my shoes across the room, then came out of my pants. When I looked down, he, too, had gotten up. I couldn’t utter a word before he grabbed me and slammed me face forward against the wall. He held my hand above my head. “Tell me how you feel,” he whispered in my ear.
My eyes closed as he entered me slowly. “I-oo-I,” I stuttered as I tried gathering my words.
My body shifted up and down. He released my arms, and his hand came down around my neck. He used his knee to open me up wider. However, this time, his thrusts were more aggressive. “Tell me!” he barked.
“I care about you. I- I want to heal your hurt. I, mmm,” I moaned.
Up, then down.
“Pussy feels like a forever place. Shit is wet as fuck!” he groaned as he took another bite into me, this time on my shoulder. His grip around my neck got tighter, and his dick had found its way further inside me.
Up, then down.
He pressed his face against mine. “Sharing is not fucking caring. This is mine, all mine. Do you understand? Goddamn!”
Up, then down.
Scratch!
He scratched up the side of my leg as if he were an animal. “Ow, ah, it feels so good, you feel good, don’t stop.”
Up, then down.
Scratch!
Suddenly, he picked me up. My body shifted forward as I used the wall to hold myself up. The grip he had on my waist was sending me back and forth. The way he was fucking me, I didn’t have time to catch my breath. I thought about how my mother and brothers thought I was innocent, but if only they knew how I let this man slut me out, they would look at me differently. A panting laugh escaped me.
The growl mixed with moans coming from him set me on fire, “Keep fucking me, please,” I whined.
“Tell a nigga how you feel. Cause I can tell you that you’re keeping a nigga’s dick wet. Piggy got some good pussy.”
My eyes fluttered, my clit thumped, I sucked in a deep breath, and moaned.“Shit!”
Braylen slung me a few more times before he sank his teeth into my back and came. He eased me down, dropped his head, then shook it. “Thank you, thank you for allowing me to be the one to touch you like that.”
A girlish grin eased on my face. I reached out my hand so he could take it. He went to extend his arms when there was a knock at the door, “Paige! Open up! It’s Tyrek!”
My eyes landed on the door, then toward Braylen. His face changed. It went from neutral to pure evil, and in this moment, I was afraid, not for me but Tyrek.
SCOOTER
Morgan sat on the closed toilet with her head down. The way that juice had me feeling for a moment, I was ready to put her truths in the back of my mind and fuck on her, but I guess the shrooms were doing a number on her emotions. I wasn’t the nigga to judge, and I wanted to be understanding. In my eyes, we all had a past, and maybe at the time of her saying I do, she felt like it was the best thing for her.
I reached out to her. “Rich Girl, look at me, please,” I asked.
When she lifted her head, her eyes were red. I didn’t understand, but I wanted to. “Why are you crying?”
She sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Because it was something that I had been holding onto for a long time. It was something I had become ashamed of, and I don’t want that to mess things up for us,” she said softly.
I squatted down in front of her. “Never be ashamed of your decisions, it’s what makes you who you are. Shit, I’m working through that myself. I’m far from perfect, but your past decision doesn’t determine how I feel about you,” I paused.
She reached out and stroked my face, “You sure, because saying you want to kill yourself sounds different to me.”
