Page 24 of Dutch

I chuckled. "Wow, I didn't know that."

I poured us glasses of wine, and conversation flowed easier somehow as we reminisced about old times. We were careful to steer clear of heavier topics like old friends sharing a meal. Still, my mind wouldn't allow me to forget her connection to Jahlil and how much she wasn't telling me as I laughed at one ofMakari's stories. I watched as she talked, alive and animated, but I couldn't shake the doubt, even though I wanted to.

"Hey, you still with me?" she asked.

I blinked and smiled. "I'm sorry, this food put me in a food coma," I said.

"Well, sit tight while I clean the kitchen," she offered.

I leaned back and swirled the wine in my glass like the fancy people did and sipped.

"Are you going to tell me what you're thinking?" Makari asked.

"What do you want to know?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know. Why are you quiet right now?" she questioned.

"Okay, this thing with Jahlil. What's the back story?"

Makari dried her hands, picked up her glass, and sipped before setting the glass down again. "What are you insinuating?"

"I'm not insinuating anything. I need to know everything, no secrets."

Makari was in my face now. "You think I'm not being upfront about things?"

She was so close I could smell her pheromones. "I believe we're both hiding things," I admitted.

I unbuckled her jeans and tugged at them.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I think you already know what I'm doing."

I lifted each leg, pulling off her shoes and removing the pant legs.

"Sometimes things are better left unsaid." Makari brushed my arm.

I grabbed her wrist firmly but gently. "Not this time, sweetheart."

Makari was so close that her body heat was boiling, and there was tension between us. I dropped to my knees, and my mouth covered her pussy. Makari's knees buckled when I slipped mytongue between her folds. She braced herself, grabbing my shoulders.

"Dutch—"

"Shhh,"

I grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to me with one hand, and I knew I'd hit a sensitive spot when she whimpered.

"Is this a bad idea?" she questioned.

I slid the other hand between her thighs and pushed two fingers inside her while pressing my thumb between her clit."

"It never stopped us before." I met her gaze as I stroked her with my fingers until she sang sweet obscenities.

Makari responded by pulling at my shirt. I stood and lifted her onto a countertop. I knew I should have pulled away. Instead, I unbuckled my pants and pulled out my dick. Pre-cum was already leaking out the tip. I teased Makari, rubbing my thick head between her wet ass pussy, and when she wrapped her legs around my waist, any rational thoughts I had left me.

"Yessssss, yes, yes!" she cooed as I plunged inside her. I pushed and pulled, stroking her like a man who'd just been released from prison.

"God, this feels good," she whimpered. I kissed her lips, realizing the passion that had always been present between us.

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