Page 21 of Forbidden Love

In seconds, his hand was around my lower back, and he pulled me up against him and talked directly into my ear. Sol’s lips brushed the shell of my ear, my pussy activated overtime by the small gesture as my entire body heated up.

“Don’t stand here and lie. I’d love to prove to you how much of a fuckin’ liar you are…go ahead…lie to me…I can see it all in your eyes, Yeremy.” His hand squeezed at the top of my ass boldly.

I hated how it felt like I belonged in his arms, up against him breathing the same air as him had me in a trance that made it hard for me to snap out of.

“Dr. Larae is nice, very charming and he’s polite and generous. He treats me like a lady…so yes, that’s something I want and like in a man. Not the type that breaks into my house to steal my cereal and start toxic ass arguments.” I spat still finding it hard to breathe properly with him up against me squeezing my ass.

“Oh, is that right?” He clicked his teeth.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I get it…He’s soft, safe, and predictable as fuck. That’s why you picked him. Bitches love a nigga that they can take advantage of. You need a corny ass nigga like Dr. Larae to help you cope with not having a nigga like me. Yeah…” He sized me up and down with his penetrating ass eyes and laughed.

“Nigga soft as fuck. That’s why you picked em. You want an easy ass nigga.” He shook his head, looking down at me like I was a fool.

My jaw clenched tightly. I tried to move out of his grip, but he didn’t budge.

“What the fuck does that make you?” I tried to pull away again.

Sol used both of his hands and pulled me up against him roughly by my ass. I could feel his dick on my lower stomach.

“It makes a nigga like me very necessary. You want me bad as fuck, wish you could probably mold me and have me sprung out here chasing yo spoiled ass around. You know you can’t run me, and I already set rules out that you have no choice to follow. You want to stand in front of me playing hard to get when I know that little fat monk is wet as fuck…soppy wet for me.”

He pulled back, just enough to look me in the eyes.

“Tell a nigga to leave, Yeremy,” he said voice low and firm as he released me from his hold but still close as hell, all in my personal space.

“I’ll leave if you say it…but you won’t. All because you still consumed with thoughts of how I had yo pretty ass folded on that bed…how your thick ass legs shook when I made you cum back-to-back.” He taunted me.

My knees damn near buckled.

“The worst part about it all.” His gaze burned into mine.

“Yo spoiled ass don’t like being the one in control…you like to be the cause of a nigga crashing out behind you, so you can try to offer the cure and make it all better.” He shook his head then turned to pick up his bowl of cereal.

He took a spoonful and chewed on it slow with his eyes still on me the whole time.

“I missed you, though… go ahead and tell me you missed me too, cause I know you can’t stop thinking about me.” He chuckled.

It was the look of amusement and the cockiness that pissed me off to the max. He also acted nonchalant about everything that came out of his mouth like he hadn’t ripped the truth out of my chest and laid it on the counter next to his spoon.

“Boy, fuck you! I ain’t telling yo arrogant ass shit.” I spat.

I didn’t even have time to breathe before the bowl of cereal clattered against the counter. I eyed the milk that splashed out the bowl then felt Sol’s hands on me. He gripped my waist with both hands and lifted me like I weighed nothing which was a first for me. My ass hit the marble countertop as my legs instinctively parted around his body.

Sol stepped between my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the counter. His eyes bored into mine hungrily as his right hand slid up my thigh underneath my robe. My bottom lip dropped soon as his fingers brushed against the heated damp area that he got to know well weeks ago.

“You still haven’t told me to leave yet,” he muttered low and roughly as he leaned in closer.

His lips brushed mine, my eyes shut waiting for the kiss that I thought he would give. When I didn’t feel his lips press against mine, I opened my eyes and stared into his eyes with disappointment.

“I should have told you to leave,” I said above a whisper.

“You can’t.” His fingers pressed against the thin fabric of my panties that I was sure was soaked through.

He offered me a knowing look as he pinched my pussy lips together.

“Still wet for me, she knows who she belongs too.”

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