She rolls her eyes. “I didn’t say that. I just said you can’t bully me,” she mutters.
“You want me to eat it or not?”
“I mean . . . you’re gonna do it anyway, so I might as well enjoy it.”
I snicker and roll my eyes. Her little ass thinks she’s slick. “Yeah. Like I thought.”
I rip her panties off, and her eyes widen as she gasps in surprise. With all the drama she wants to display, her little ass has no rebuttals when I slide my fingers over that wet, pretty, pink pussy.
My nuts swell and my sac tightens at the sight before me. My dick presses against my jeans, demanding to be freed.
She moans, bites her bottom lip, and spreads her thick, brown thighs wider.
I savor her essence as I suck her off. This is one of the things that I miss most about her, her flavor. I’ve built a reputation for not eating pussy, but that’s because I don’t trust a bitch.
Charisma may have fucked me over and hurt me, but one thing she won’t do is lie to me about something as serious as fucking another nigga. She knows that I can be dangerous as hell if crossed up. That’s not something she would want to do. That’s the reason I have no problem going down on her and getting lost in her soft, wet flesh.
“Chaos, . . . mmm.”
I spread her wider, burying my nose deep within her crease, and she lifts off the bed, pushing her folds against me. My tongue journeys south toward her ass.
“Ooooh!” she yelps, lifting further off the bed and just high enough for me to plunge my finger in her back door.
“Ooh, shit, Chaos.”
She writhes back and forth, and I add a second finger in before I allow my tongue to go deeper into her heat. My lips slurp at her lower lips until she pushes up on her elbows.
“Why do you make me feel this way?” she cries.
I wink at her as she cums on my tongue. It’s only a matter of seconds before I flip her ass over and spread her cheeks. My tongue prods around until she presses her face shyly into the pillow.
“Are you eating my ass?” she asks in a muffled tone.
“I’m ’bout to demolish this ass like I’m sitting at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Spread this smorgasbord before me. If I were on death row, I’d want you to be the last meal served to me.”
Before long, she’s backing that ass up and throwing it at me. Charisma is screaming like she wants someone to save her life. My tongue licks around her puckered entrance before I shove it deeper into her canal.
“Ohhh, Chaos. Mm, baby, more,” she pleads, bouncing her ass.
I slide my hand between her thighs and shove my tongue deeper into her ass, fingering her pussy until she creams all over my fingers and collapses on the bed, shaking from head to toe. I head into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. She needs a minute to recover because I have only just gotten started on reminding her who the fuck I am.
I’ve barely regained my breath before Chaos returns and is ready to go again. He stands over the bed and examines every visible part of my body. He licks his lips as though he cannot wait to taste me again. When he joins me on the bed, his hands massage every part of my body, and I remember the man I fell in love with all those years ago.
I moved in with Chaos and Chrishanna, temporarily, the summer before my senior year after one of my mother’s boyfriends tried to attack me. She was famous for leaving them at home alone with me when I hit my teens, encouraging me to use my best assets and gifts to get whatever I wanted in life.
Chaos and Chrishanna were my refuge that summer. They had both been my best friends since middle school, but it wasn’tuntil that summer that I developed feelings for him, and it wasn’t until a year after college graduation that either of us acted on our feelings.
We crept around for an entire year, the year after graduation, before his mother and sister discovered we were messing around. His mother was okay with it, but not Chrishanna. She warned me that Chaos was only going to hurt me. I didn’t believe her and continued another year and a half in the relationship before he broke my heart.
At twenty-five, I was pregnant and alone with no one to rely on but Chrishanna and their mother, Christina. Through the years that we were together, Chaos was my protector, and he was gentle with me.
That is what I feel in his touch now as he gently palms my breast and then pinches my nipple. His lips brush sweetly over mine before our hips collide, and he penetrates the very heart of me.
There is an urgency to be under him, touched by him, and filled with him, and we can’t come together soon enough.
My tightness grips him and suctions him deeper inside of me. I lick over the saltiness of his skin as I bite his shoulder and then alternate licks and kisses.
With every touch, prod, thrust, and taste of him, I recall what we once shared. I never thought I would experience sex like this again after our last time. Though I haven’t been with another man, I thought my body was just craving sex. Now I realize that I was craving him and everything he made me feel and all the sweet, sexy words he used to utter to me.
