“How did that genius plan work out for you?” she asked, propping her hands on her hips.
“You’re adorable when you’re mad, baby.”
“Don’t play with me, Nicholas. I’m going home.”
“You’re not going anywhere, Jameela. We’re having lunch, remember? I brought you so you could see her, because she’s not going anywhere. She might have an issue getting used to the idea of me having somebody in my life worth having around our daughter, but she’ll come around. I don’t want you to think there’s anything going on between us. I haven’t touched her in over a year, and I never plan to again. Our relationship dynamicworks much better that way. I take care of her financially because that’s who I am, but that’s as far as it goes.”
“Good for you. I’ll call you later tonight,” Jameela said, moving toward the door.
“Come here,” I said, closing in on her before she could close the door.
The palm of my hand landed on the door before slamming it as soon as it opened. She didn’t turn to face me, so I used that as an opportunity to pin her against the door. I pressed my body against her, loving the feeling of her soft ass, even if she was trying to run away from me. Dipping my head, I kissed her earlobe.
“You didn’t hear me calling you, Jameela?” I asked, pressing my lips against her ear.
“Nicholas, stop. I’m not with this right now. I’m not about to have baby mama drama when I have enough drama with the father of my own child.”
“I’m her father now. I’ve never given you a reason to doubt me. Have I?” I asked, kissing her neck.
“No, but?—”
“No buts, Jameela. I’m not letting you run away from this. I know you know how I feel about you. If you don’t, I don’t mind filling you in. Just stop trying to run from me. You know I don’t like that shit.”
“I don’t like being insulted by your baby mama, but it happened.”
“I’m trying to take your grievance serious, baby, but you’re so gah damn sexy when you’re mad; all you’re doing is turning me on. I think it’s the pheromones,” I said, squatting to my haunches, pushing her dress up over her hips, and smacking her on the ass as I turned her to face me.
She looked down at me and rolled her eyes but didn’t try to stop me as I placed kisses on her inner thighs.
“I’m sorry, but I promise it will get better. Just stick with me.”
“You can’t just sweet talk your way out of everything, Nicholas.”
“Well, can I at least taste you and see if you’re as sweet as you smell? Anta taj'alni majnunan, habibti,” I said, not bothering to give her a chance to try to protest before I moved her panties to the side and slithered my tongue into her soaked center. Jameela might have been mad with me, but I knew my pussy could never hate me.
“Uhibb ta'mak.”
I spread her legs so I could submerge my face deeper into her. Jameela’s hands clutched the back of my head, holding me in place as I flattened my tongue and flicked relentlessly against her clit. Her hips bucked when I plunged two fingers inside and slowly twisted them, letting her juices coat my fingers. Her essence ran down my chin as I continued to devour her like I was starving. I actually was hungry, since the lunch we were supposed to be having was in the kitchen getting cold.
“Nicholas,” she whimpered, clawing at my head and shoulders.
Her legs quaked around my head as she came, sending a stream trickling down my chest. I lapped and laved, trying to catch every single morsel. I didn’t believe in wasting good food. Jameela was a six-course meal.
I didn’t remember how my pants got down, but before I knew it, I was balls deep in my personal heaven. My forearms hooked under her knees, keeping her spread wide for me as I plunged to the depths of her oasis.
“Fuck, Jameela. I love you,” I whimpered, unable to compose myself.
I needed to pull out, or I was going down for the count. My hips stopped moving as I dropped my forehead to hers. Jameelawas so fucking beautiful. I loved fucking her face-to-face. Just staring into her eyes made my heart hurt. I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing, but I didn’t want it to stop.
That thought was solidified when she grabbed my chin and began to roll her hips. Her piping hot pussy felt heavenly massaging my dick. How the fuck had anyone let Jameela get away from them? I had no idea, but I thanked God and my lucky stars that they did.
“Ooo shit, Jameela,” I groaned.
The way her pussy vice gripped my dick made me feel woozy. Hearing the sweet sound of her moaning as she enjoyed me didn’t make it any better. I felt like I was soaring above the clouds, and I wasn’t even high. I hadn’t smoked in days, actually. As good as it felt, I couldn’t take it. I pushed her back because if she kept it up, both of us would be on the floor.
“Wait, baby. Let me. . .” My voice came out raspy and strangled as I tried to explain that I was trying to hold it together.
“You don’t get to run from this pussy, Nicholas,” she murmured.
