“It was. It’s been a year. She broke me, but I was determined not to sit in that hurt. I’m still young, and although she messed me up when she did that shit, I knew I couldn’t let what she did be the reason I may miss out on my future. I still want to find my one, get married, and have children. Live out my happily ever after.”
“You deserve that.”
“And so do you,” I countered.
She looked away from me and downed the rest of her glass, then proceeded to pour another. “You want some?” she offered.
“No, thank you,” I declined.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get back to dating again. I gave so much of myself to him, and he played me for a fool. Even my best friend of six years completely went ghost on me. How ironic is it that she stopped answering my calls and texts the same night my husband broke up with me through text?”
I frowned. “Text?”
She chuckled. “A freaking voice note. Can you believe that shit?”
“Wow. He really is a fuck boy.”
“A fucking coward. Then want to come to my house, acting an ass about seeing the kids, when he didn’t even want them for real.”
“How did you meet him?”
“We met in college. I swear I thought he was my dream guy. Everything was perfect. He was affectionate, a lover, and would do anything for me. He was there during my stressful days of law school; then, as soon as I passed the bar, he married me. When I got pregnant with Carsyn, things were still good.
“I started to see a little change after Chloe, but not to the point where he wasn’t always there or not loving on us. It wasn’t until Carlee came that he started to slowly detach. I tried everything to keep us from failing, but . . . I guess it wasn’t good enough.” When the tears started flowing down her cheeks, I moved closer to her and wiped them away.
“No matter what he did to you, Alicia, don’t think you aren’t worthy of love or to be loved properly. There couldn’t have been enough dialogue or communication between y’all for him to not express himself. I’m sure, as his wife and the mother of his kids, you’ve asked him about the way he feels, but he chose not to give you that. It’s not your fault. He just wasn’t man enough for you.”
She looked at me with those sad, brown eyes, and before I knew it, her lips were on mine. I didn’t hesitate to slip my tongue into her mouth and suck on those thick, pillow-soft lips.
Fuck!
She hurriedly pulled away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Oh, God. I need to go to bed.” She set her wine glass down and tried to get up, but I stopped her before she could.
“Let me make you feel good.”
“We-we can’t, Basil. You work for me. This was a mistake.”
“Keywords: I work for you . . . Let me make you feel better.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
“Let me eat your pussy.” I could feel her body shudder as I pulled her close to me and kissed her again. I couldn’t help myself from attacking her lips. I had been dreaming about sucking those juicy motherfuckas since I met her. Now, I was about to suck on her other ones, and the excitement I felt about bringing her to an orgasm should have been fucking illegal.
I gently pushed her back as she moaned into my mouth. I could feel her chest rise and fall rapidly as my lips went from her mouth to her neck. I lifted her tank, seeing that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and those pretty ass titties stared back at me. Her areolas were round and brown, and I flicked my tongue across her right one before sucking it into my mouth.
“Ooooh, Baye.” She moaned as I moved to her other nipple while sliding my hand in her bottoms. Just the feel of that fat monkey on my hand had my dick hard and wanting something wet and warm to embrace it.
But I was patient.
This was about her. I could wait until she was ready to give her all to me, and I wouldn’t disappoint her in the slightest.
Her hips swirled against my fingers, and even I couldn’t take it anymore and slid her shorts off. My eyes focused on the thickness of her lips and her pretty landing strip. I dipped my head, landing my tongue right on her clit and sucking. Her back arched, and she moaned loudly, then covered her mouth.
I couldn’t describe the taste. It was like drinking sugar water. My eyes closed as I made love to her pussy with my tongue.
“Shiiittt.” She grabbed a fistful of my locs and lifted her hips to fuck my face. I held on to her hips and swirled my tongue around her clit and sucked. All that could be heard was her moaning and my slurping, the TV serving as white noise. “Basil, I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it, mama. Give me that good shit.” I added two fingers, tapping her G-spot, and her floodgates opened, spraying all over my beard and my nose.
