Page 23 of Forbidden Love

He stood up and dropped his boxers, along with his basketball shorts. I sat up on my elbows and looked at his prominent, thick, and long ass dick. My mouth watered as he stroked his dick making it slap against his stomach.

“You want to try to play with someone safe. I get that shit, but when I want this pussy…I know for a fact that I will get it. Open her up for me,” he uttered seriously.

My body was under his spell, I spread my legs wide and slid my hands down to my slick folds. I spread my pussy lips apart and watched him get back in the bed. He didn’t wait for an indication of me being ready. He slammed into me, deep and rough. I screamed as my nails clawed at his back as he drove into me again and again. His hips rotated and snapped with a rhythm that I couldn’t keep up with.

“Tell me, Yeremy. Whose pussy is this? I’m already hitting this bitch raw as fuck with no protection. Don’t fuck around with me,” he demanded with his teeth clenched.

I couldn’t speak, I was a mess beneath him. My lips parted as he fucked me like I owed him something more sacred than the pussy he was taking. Sol grabbed my throat and held me still. I was locked into his dark stare down.

“Tell me!” He picked one of my legs up and threw it over his shoulder before slamming in deeper.

He buried himself with each thrust, my pussy stretched around him, greedily taking all of the dick that he had to offer which was too damn much.

“Yours” I cried voice cracking.

“This pussy belong to Sol!” I added for great measure, hating how desperate I sounded.

“Don’t forget that shit again.” He hissed out.

“Ain’t no nigga dicking this pussy down like me. So go ahead and entertain that corny ass nigga. That’s cool and all, but you give him this pussy, it’s gone be a mutha fuckin’ problem.”

I sobbed out loud as another orgasm rose in the pits of my stomach like a wave that I couldn’t fight.

“Damn, you just cumming all over this dick.” He smirked as my pussy contracted and spat out all over him disrespectfully.

“Yes, baby,” I whimpered as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

Sol refused to let me recover, he reached between my legs and pressed his thumb against my clit and kept stroking me. He slowed down the pace just enough to hear the wet sounds of my pussy.

“You look pretty as fuck when you cumming all over my dick, Yeremy. You tryna make a nigga sprung off you. Do that shit again for me.” He pulled all the way back and slammed back in.

“I—I—can’t!” I cried out.

“You can.” He growled, picking up the pace.

“You will do that shit, and when you do…make sure you look a real nigga in the eyes,” he demanded.

Seconds later, I came hard as hell. I screamed his name and watched his jaw clench as he pulled out of me and shot his hot nut all over my stomach and titties. He slid back inside of me with a guttural groan leaving his throat. I gasped out when Sol grabbed me and placed me on top of him with his nut still glued to my body.

We stayed like that for a long time before he moved me over to the side. I laid there for a moment, my chest rose and fell like I had just survived something violent and beautiful all at once.My legs trembled against my bedspread as I struggled to catch my breath. I looked over at Sol, he was propped up on his elbow. He offered me the same cocky ass look that made my stomach tighten.Here we go…I thought.

“You can go now,” I muttered hoarsely.

“You got what you wanted, no need to stick around.” I lazily rolled my eyes.

Without a word, Sol stood up and disappeared into my bathroom. I laid still stunned at how my own words made something in my chest tighten. I hated this feeling of not knowing what to expect from a person. A man like Sol was very unpredictable yet, very blunt and harshly honest with whatever came out of his mouth. Casual sex wasn’t for me. When I laid down with Ramsey, I connected with him and felt him through intimacy the most.

With Sol, it felt the same damn way down to the way he touched me, even if it was rough. I didn’t mean the words that left my mouth minutes ago. I wanted Sol to stay and hold me. I wanted to spend time with him and get to know him better. He was closed off and a mystery outside of me knowing that him and Casper was close. That revelation in itself should have kept me away from him. Sol had warning signs plastered all over him. Warning signs that I refused to take caution to.

A few minutes later, he returned with a rag in one hand and a towel draped over his shoulders. He didn’t speak or really look me in the eyes. He got in the bed and knelt between my legs and started cleaning me. The warmth of the towel along with the smell of my soap relaxed me. When he was done, he tossed the rag aside and stood back up.

“Go get some fresh sheets and make the bed. I’m tired as fuck,” he said.

I blinked up at him confused as hell.

“Huh?” I yawned.

He narrowed his eyes impatiently with a look of annoyance plastered on his handsome ass face.

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