“You don’t own me, Chaos.” I’m still sobbing and can’t seem to stop.
“That’s not what you told me once before.”
“That was before!” I shout hysterically.
“Before what? You decided that you didn’t love me? That you didn’t mean a word you promised me?”
“Before your ass walked out on me without a goodbye or an explanation!”
He pulls me against him again, and a shiver runs down my spine. My pussy clenches at the proximity of his body against mine, and I can’t help the arch in my spine. God, I hate how weak I am for him, how my body betrays me, and how I don’t mind being a fool for him.
“That’s what I thought. You miss this dick as much as it misses you.”
“I’ve got a man,” I whimper.
“What’s ya man got to do with me?”
“We’re getting married.”
I feel him tense against me. His hold around my waist tightens, and his voice is tense. “Where’s your ring?”
“Getting it resized.”
He snatches me off the floor and runs up the stairs with me, shouting at me at the same time. It isn’t lost on me, for the second time, how light-footed he is, despite his size. He moves with a stealth that has grown over the years. It’s easy to understand how CJ could easily miss his father’s angry energy.
“Why’re you lying to me, Charisma? I told you I don’t like that shit!”
“I’m not lying.” I lie again as he lowers my feet to the floor while closing the bedroom door. He has a thing about liars, and he always has. I never did that to him in the past, because I knew how much he hated it. His father always lied—about his whereabouts, who he was with, when he would return, and onand on. It didn’t matter what it was about; if it was a lie, his father was eager to tell it.
Now, I hate Chrishon. So I don’t mind lying, and I don’t care how he punishes me, as long as he doesn’t separate CJ and me.
“Anytime you get that little hitch in your voice, I know you’re lying, and I told you I’ve got something for that. You’re gonna quit fucking playing with me. On your knees, Charisma.”
“B-b-but,” I sputter.
“Yeah, I’ma get in that butt too, but right now, your knees will do,” he barks, pushing hard on my shoulder until I sink to my knees.
He traces his fingers over my lips and unzips his pants. I open my mouth and suck his finger, feeling a strong pulsing in between my thighs. God, it’s been so long.
“I want to see what those lips do, Charisma. I wanna see if they still hold the same power they always did.”
“I don’t know where that’s been.”
“You know it ain’t never took nothing raw, except for you.”
“It’s been five years.”
“Ain’t nothing changed.”
His voice is raw and husky, filled with need. I should let him punish me some other way for refusing him, but I don’t. I know that he isn’t lying to me, because he doesn’t do that. It’s shameful of me, but I want him, and I want to do everything to him that he wants me to do.
He slides his big, veined dick over my lips, and I stupidly do what I’ve always done. I take him to the back of my throat, and I suck him as if my life depends on it. I suck and suck until he explodes in my mouth with a swivel of his hips and his hand tightening in my hair until my head hurts. I continue sucking the rest of his cum down until his balls are smacking against my chin, and his pelvis is sealed against my mouth.
He lifts me, tosses me on the bed, and he spreads my legs. “Who’s been in my pussy?” he asks.
“Nothing raw,” I quip, using his line on him.
Chaos clamps his mouth over my mound and eats like he’s been starving for years. If I know Chaos, he probably hasn’t given anyone oral since we were together. I remember when we were an off-and-on thing how he used to mess around with the sweetbutts. I heard him bragging to his friends, when I was visiting Chrishanna, what they would do for him and to him, but he would never give them oral or screw them raw.
