Page 13 of Forbidden Love

“I do.” She moaned with her eyes fluttering.

I pushed her leg up then slid all the way in. Her pussy sucked me in. I had to grit my teeth to keep from losing it again.

“You tryna keep me here?”

“Mmmhmm.” She moaned as her eyes rolled back.

“You can’t though.” I bowed my head.

Yeremy whimpered underneath me; her hands gripped my waist. I moved with slow strokes since her pussy was so tight. There was no need to rush shit or fuck like I was scared of the pussy. Her shit was grade A. The type of pussy that I would remember. Yeremy’s pussy clenched around me like it knew I was tryna pretend that this was just one night, and it didn’t believe me.

“You feel too fuckin’ good,” I muttered.

I dipped my head and closed my lips around her nipple. I sucked deep while I kept delivering stroke after stroke. I started to roll into her as she arched off the bed a little. Her moans turned into breathless gasps as her eyes glistened.

“Your mine tonight…say that shit.”

“I’m yours, Sol.” She moaned; her nails clawed at my shoulders.

I picked the pace up, her body echoed with every stroke. She clenched around me again, tighter than before; she was close. I grabbed her throat and squeezed then kissed her hard while I broke her pussy down. Yeremy broke first, howling like a wounded cat while her whole frame trembled. I released minutes later. When I finally pulled back some, still inside of her…my dick never went limp.

I was still hard as fuck, wanting more…this shit was blowing me.

Chapter 7

Yeremy

“Baby girl, wake up.”

I was already woken, but still wished that I was sleep or in the bed with Sol. I wished like hell that I could have stayed the entire day with him. I wanted a conversation, to get to know him more and converse. My body was sore, my stomach growled viciously. I didn’t even know what time it was, but hearing Casper’s voice snapped me into reality.

“Yeremy, wake up.” Casper’s voice got louder.

“I’m up.” I stifled a yawn and wiped the crust from the corners of my eyes.

“Good, we need to talk,” he stated flatly.

“About what?” I opened my eyes all the way and sat up.

I was thankful that I showered and put on my pajamas when I did make it home. I left Sol’s house at four in the morning. Even after we went multiple rounds, I allowed myself to close my eyes but not fall asleep. I was determined to excuse myself rather than him wake up, act funny after he fed me just to kick me out. I left before he asked me to leave. I wanted more but refused to beg or whine about spilled milk. Especially after he made things clear on what it was in the beginning of our encounter atthe club. I liked Sol, a little too much now, but I respected his wishes. I’d swallow glass before I chase after a man that I wasn’t supposed to have in the first place.

My body still hummed for him, but I knew the type of nigga he was. I didn’t need a repeat of what happened between me and Ramsey. On top of that, him and Casper was close.

“Where was you last night?” Casper asked.

I felt my bed dip. The last thing I wanted was to be questioned by my dad this morning. This was the downside of living with Casper. He gave me space when he wanted to. Most of the time I didn’t know if he was home or out doing Lord knows what. Casper really lived up to his street name; you never saw him coming or going, he was like a ghost. However, when he wanted to pry and ask questions, chances was he already knew the answers.

“I went out to the club with Bianca and Shardae,” I said, not wanting to give more information than I had to.

“You and Sol was in the club as well, right?” Casper tilted his head as he blew smoke through his nostrils.

“Yeah, Dad. Why you ask that?” I played it cool.

“I’m just wondering what my daughter is doing with a nigga like Sol inside of a night club.” He chuckled dryly.

“Me and my friends went to the club, Casper. Sol and his men showed up there. So, whoever you have watching me should have told you that. Or maybe you can bring up the footage and see for yourself. I’m not trying to date Sol! I?—”

“Lower your tone.” He cut me off.

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