Page 22 of Forbidden Love

I opened my mouth to argue but couldn’t utter out the words. Two of his fingers pressed against my clit. He moved his fingers slow in steady and circled them repeatedly. It was insane to me how he knew my body and its rhythm after just one time. He had me down pack down to the speed of how I liked it. He stood between my legs and played me like an instrument.

Sol didn’t push his fingers pass the barrier of my panties. He rubbed me with precision, building me up and backing away a little each time my hips bucked forward.

“Y—you gotta stop,” I whined out and moaned.

He ignored it, those dark deep eyes stayed locked in on my fluttering eyes like a predator.

“Nah, ma…you gone feel this and tell me you miss me. I don’t give a fuck if I got to pull that shit out of you.”

“Please, Sol.” I begged, feeling myself getting ready to fall the hell apart.

I didn’t want to look like a fool afterwards and do another walk of shame and battle with myself over the right decision that I should have made from jump. My body was hot and tense all over, lust was overriding my right sense of mind. I started to tremble from the edge that he kept teetering me on. Sol used his free hand to pinch my nipples as my thighs clenched tightly around him.

“You ain’t cum since me.” He leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

“That doctor don’t know what to do with you. There’s only one Sol, Yeremy.” He chuckled.

“I swear I hate you.” I breathed roughly. My voice broke as my body quivered from his touch.

“No, you don’t.” He chuckled then bit into my neck.

“You miss me, so just say it.” He pulled back again right when I was about to release.

“No.” I choked out, feeling my eyes well up with tears.

His fingers sped up, he circled faster and hard as my hand gripped his forearm. Sol’s thick lips hovered over mine again teasing me with the heat of his closeness. My legs trembled, followed by my hips rolling fiercely without permission.

“You miss this dick…” He growled.

“You miss me too, say that shit,” he demanded.

I whimpered as my pussy clenched around nothing but the pressure of his fingers. My body pulsed with need, I was on the edge and about to give in.

“Say it!” He ordered out again, his thumb pressed down in the right spot making me jolt.

“I missed you, Sol!” I shouted the confession as if my life depended on it.

I grabbed at his shoulders and dug my nails in as he smirked victoriously.

“I know,” he whispered roughly, finally pressing his lips to mine.

“Cum for me, Yeremy.”

On cue, he moved my panties to the side and played in my wetness. The cool of his fingers toying with me made me cum hard. It felt like I was falling apart right on the kitchen counter, like I belonged to Sol.

Chapter 13

Yeremy

My body continued to convulse from the overwhelming orgasm. Sol gave me no time to recover. His rough hands gripped my thighs again as he yanked me forward on the counter. He caught me mid-breath and hoisted me into his arms. I let out a small gasp as he walked us through the kitchen into the dark hallway.

One of his hands gripped the underside of my thigh, the other palmed my ass possessively. I wasn’t about to try to be strong when I liked all this rough and controlling shit that he was doing. It turned me on so much that I said fuck my phone that I left in the kitchen. I didn’t give a damn that my robe was practically hanging off of me.

My bonnet was barely hanging on to my head as he kicked my bedroom door open with the heel of his foot. Before I could blink, my back hit my soft mattress. Sol’s sexy, chocolate ass loomed over me like he was coming to make love to me. When in actual reality, he was doing all of this to remind me.

His hand gripped the side of my robe, he practically ripped it open. He moved fast, ripping my gown off next. I hissed at the feel of his mouth being latched onto my right nipple. He sucked hard then swirled his tongue around my areola until my backarched off the bed. I clutched his broad tatted shoulders as he trailed kisses down my belly.

He yanked my panties off and tossed them wherever. He was moving so damn fast, I didn’t know what was next. He proved to me through his actions that he hadn’t stopped thinking about me like I kept thinking about him. It was true…Sol missed the hell out of me, and he was proving the shit through actions.

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