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Angel’s heated look made Maylee fidget; it amazed me how dominant Angel became with Maylee over time. Maylee’s cheeks burned as Angel moved on her knees to undo Maylee’s silk robe tie. Her hand shot out to tweak Maylee’s left nipple. She gasped as her eyes rolled back, Angel moved to Maylee’s right nipple and did the same.

They both needed and wanted this moment. Angel told Maylee to pinch and twist her own nipples to keep them erect. Maylee groaned from the pressure of her fingertips squeezing her own nipples.

“Turn the fuck around.” Angel demanded.

My dick turned into steel as I watch Maylee turn on her knees and arch her back for my Pussy. Angel smacked Maylee’s ass and told her to put on a show for me and her. Maylee’s clit was swollen, her pussy dripped with eagerness as she strummed her clit then dragged her fingers to her tunnel where she pumped in and out. Angel looked at me and grinned mischievously.

Angel crawled on her knees until she was in front of Maylee. She stuck a finger in her mouth and Maylee sucked it without being asked to. A low groan rumbled deep in Maylee’s throat as she continued to suck on Angel’s finger like it was my dick. Angel purposely added another finger and slipped it to the back of Maylee’s throat causing her to gag.

Angel took her finger out and sat on her butt. She laid back a little to run a hand over her pussy. My mouth watered as Angel spread her labia, exposing her slick pink flesh. She slid her fingers through her wetness then beckoned for Maylee to come close. Once she was close enough, Angel smeared her wetness across Maylee’s lips.

“Eat me like you need to survive.” Angel murmured through her own moans.

Maylee lowered her body between Angel’s legs and opened her mouth. On instinct she moaned at the way Angel’s flavor went straight to her head. Angel’s essence could make you dizzy, she was tantalizing sweet and good. Maylee practically drunk Angel in, she pushed her nose and lips into her folds then lapped around her opening.

“There you go baby, eat this pussy. Fall in love with it.” Angel moaned out.

She sat up on one elbow and stroked Maylee’s cheek with her free hand. I gripped my dick in a death grip and stroked it up and down.

“Look at me, May,” Angel moaned out to Maylee.

Maylee eyes found Angel’s as she continued to lick her clit in circles; she flattened her tongue then flicked it feverishly up and down. Angel set her feet apart and tilted her hips upward. Maylee angled her head, she circled her tongue around Angel’s thick pussy lips.

“Fuck!” Angel groaned, she fisted Maylee’s silky straight hair and pulled at it.

“Suck my clit, make me cum.” Angel’s words were clipped but steady.

Maylee complied, she planted her lips around Angel’s swollen clit and sucked gently. Angel released her hair and urged Maylee to suck harder. She drew Angel’s clit further into her mouth, and almost instantly, Angel stiffened. Her body quivered violently as she released into Maylee’s mouth. Maylee kept lapping up Angel’s wetness and moaned along with her.

“Come sit on this dick, Maylee,” I instructed.

I knew Maylee was wet as fuck from eating Angel and it wouldn’t take no time for her to wet my dick up. I wanted both of their juices dripping down to my balls.

Chapter19

Octavio

Monster and Detavio was on the way to my house and would be here in less than an hour. I told Rylie Rose last night that she had to leave, I couldn’t believe that I got so wrapped into her for the past two weeks that I actually allowed her to stay. She cooked, cleaned, and talked nonstop. Time started to move fast, and I couldn’t lie and act like she didn’t keep me amused and entertained. It was something about Rylie Rose that felt familiar, yet I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.

Her entire demeanor changed when I told her that it was best we spend time apart. I told her last night that I wanted to work on a healthy friendship and not just a sexual relationship. Rylie had big dreams, I felt for her as she told me about her parents and how she was raised. She grew up spoiled but never knew what it was like to actually have some form of responsibility. At the age of thirty years old, Rylie never could keep a job.

She also admitted to me that she stopped taking her medication because it caused her weight gain. I wanted to be a gentleman to Rylie, but she made it hard for me to do just that. None of this felt right, but whenever we were in the middle of steamy sex it all felt perfect. Besides, there was a lot going on with my family that I needed to focus on. Impurity was somewhere lurking; Monster’s past came knocking on his door demanding for him to return to Thailand with her. Today, we planned on putting our heads together to come up with a proper solution to all of this madness so our lives could gain some form of normalcy.

I needed Rylie gone and not in the middle of my shit with my family. I also got her parent’s information and decided to go visit her father in jail so I could know how to let Rylie down easily. She was going to be a problem, and not the easy kind of problem that you could easily fix.

She had my mind conflicted, had me wondering if I was mentally stable. My entire house smelled sweet like strawberries and hints of melon. I opened my front door and had to take a step back.What the fuck?Red and pink, everywhere. My black leather couch—gone. Replaced with a fuzzy sectional red couch draped in a rose-pink throw. Satin pillows in the shape of hearts made me sick to the core. Rylie lost her fuckin’ mind was all I could think as my mind started to spin rapidly.

Candles lined across my entertainment stand topped with a framed picture of me that I didn’t even know existed. My anger flared as my eyes zoomed in on the picture. I saw that my face was smeared with her lip print.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I exploded.

I stepped inside slowly and blinked my eyes hard as if all of this bullshit was a dream. Then I heard her coming down the hallway.

“Octavio! I knew you’d love this shit. All you needed was my touch to it. Soon as you left early this morning, I got to work. Red is for passion; pink is for love…it’s so us.” She blushed after her mouthful of delusion.

I snapped, and not verbally. I stomped toward my room as she followed closely behind me.

“Another thing, baby, I had to use your card for all of this. I don’t have any money since you didn’t hire me yet down at the studio—wait, what are you doing?” She asked confused.

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