“Nope.”
“Well, Ion believe you.”
“Who gives a fuck about what you believe?” I scoffed.
“You should give a fuck. How you aint gone listen to your future husband?”
“Husband? Nigga, please.”
“So, that’s how you feel?”
“Yep.”
“Okay.” He turned away, like he was about to leave, only to spin back around and dived on top of me, knocking my phone out of my hand.
“Ricky, move!” I screamed, while wildly punching him.
“No,” he refused, as his face was directly in front of mine. “Tell me you love me.”
“No!”
“Why not?” He softly kissed my lips.
“Because.” I tucked my lips into my mouth.
“Because what? Huh?”
“Because,” my voice cracked. “Because you hurt meeeee,” I broke down into heavy sobs. “Oouu, you hurt me so bad.”
“Damn, baby. Don’t cry,” he pleaded, while wiping away my tears. “Tell…tell me what I gotta do to make this right.”
I shook my head. “Nothing. There’s nothing you can do.”
“Nah. Don’t say that. Don’t say that,” he whispered.
“Get off me, Rickyyyy,” I whimpered, before he hungrily kissed me.
Right then…I think that I got a better understanding of how addiction works. It was apparent that Breeze wasn’t good for me, in this period in our lives. I needed to release him, because he wasn’t ready.
I knew that this wasn’t gonna go how I wanted. Yet, he still somehow worked my clothes off my body, before burying himself deep inside of me.
With my legs wrapped around his waist, he sensually slid in and out of my pussy. He was moving with a tenderness I had never experienced before. I could feel myself holding him tighter, questioning if this would be the last time.
I was on the verge of cumming, when he pulled out of me, before lowering his head down between my legs.
I felt him spread my lips apart, before fluttering his tongue. The sensation was so powerful that my back involuntarily arched.
“Umm,” I moaned, as I could literally hear him lapping up my juices.
Loudly, Ricky slurped on my pussy, until I was shaking like a leaf. Then shortly after that orgasm rolled through me, a wave of emotions followed, causing me to weep like I’d never done before.
Realizing that I was crying, Breeze’s head popped up. “What…what chu crying for?”
“Cause.” I used both of my palms to wipe the tears away. “I’m not doing this with you. I can’t.” I vehemently shook my head. “So, it’s over.”
“Awe, damn,” one of my friends grumbled into the phone that was now resting on the opposite end of the mattress, reminding me that I’d never hung them up. “That nigga done put in all that work. And she still broke up with his ass.”
“Damn, cold lick.” With the phone being face down, the voices were muffled. But I knew for sure that another voice wasspeaking now. “Summer just got the head, and now she wanna dip.”
