Page 33 of Forbidden Love

It was hard for me to stand up for myself most of the time. I didn’t do it with Casper, but I damn sure could do it with Sol no matter how good he made me feel when it came down to sex.There was a connection between us beyond sex but if Sol was in denial about it then I was going to let it be.

“You like the way that shit sound, don’t you?” He chuckled.

“Yeremy, I know you more than you think I do…” His eyes locked on mine.

“You can try a thousand soft men, sip wine with them, paint little ugly ass pictures, and wear them niggas shirts…None of them gone un-fuck what Sol did to your soul.” He smirked cockily.

“You hate me, but you crave me, baby. I crave you…I might even need you to be my fuckin’ peace. I don’t fuckin’ lie…AT ALL. You can ask me anything. Either my actions gone answer your questions or my words will. Tonight was about actions. You worried and I get it. Females want little things like phone calls, text messages, and time. I know what the fuck it is. But…I answered your worries tonight by popping the fuck up where you was at to bring you to my home. What the fuck does that tell you?” His voice boomed.

“Don’t yell at me, Sol.” My voice cracked.

“Nah, don’t get soft and sensitive now. You was just two piecing the fuck out of me in front of the house. So, tell me, what the fuck does that tell you?”

“It means you want me, Sol.” I mumbled.

“Bingo, get yo ass up and come clean my lip,” he stated calmly.

I looked up at him and eyed his lip again. I stood slowly with shame licking up my back and followed behind him. His bathroom was dark gray and huge. I took note of how clean Sol’s house was and made a mental note to take a tour of it once I woke up because tonight was too much.

He pointed to the metal rack with clean towels. I grabbed one and went straight to the sink. I soaked the towel then rung it out.Sol stood behind me in the mirror like a dark shadow. I turned to face him and stood on my tippy toes.

“You deserved that ass whooping too,” I whispered as I dabbed gently at his bottom lip.

“Yeah, I liked that shit too.” Sol smirked as I turned around to wet the towel again.

His eyes never left mine when I turned back around to face him. I cleaned his beard then tried to turn back to the sink but was stopped by him roughly grabbing my chin. His eyes fell down to my lips as he forced me to look at him with the motion of his fingers. Once his eyes flicked back up to mine, he kissed me.

It was a dominant, rough, and consuming kiss. My breath caught up in my throat as he tongued me down. He tilted my chin then slid his tongue on top of mine, he guided the kiss beautifully. I moaned into his mouth, feeling weak in the knees. His hand dropped from my face and went straight to the waistband of my jeans. In seconds, he snatched them down along with my panties in one swift motion.

Sol slid his fingers between my thighs, slow and deliberate. He didn’t play with my pussy, he pressed his index and middle finger against my slick heat while maintaining eye contact.

“You hate me but wet as fuck.” His deep voice turned raspy.

He pulled his wet fingers up to his nose, closed his eyes, and inhaled my scent.

“Mmm.” He growled lowly.

“That pussy mine.” He opened his eyes as he licked his fingers dry.

There was no being strong with a man like Sol. Even if you wanted to stand your ground and prove a point. It was all useless to a king in the jungle. Sol lifted me by my thighs effortlessly and placed me on the counter. My hands gripped the edges offinstinct as my legs parted without a second thought. My body was begging for him without my consent.

He looked sexy as fuck dropping down to his knees in front of me. His tongue slid down my folds slow and possessively. His eyes locked with mine as his skilled tongue flicked against my clit. He groaned and sucked on my sensitive bud until my hips started to buck.

I cried out, my fingers ran across his waves as my thighs trembled around his head. Sol wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, he acted like he was starving. He made me feel like my pussy was his favorite dessert.

“This why we so confused in the mind with why we can’t— Oh, Sol!!!” I moaned out.

“Good girl.” He pulled back and blew on my pussy.

Sol consumed my pussy. Helplessly, I watched his head go from side to side then shake like a dog between my legs. He licked all the way down, close enough to my ass. He hummed and dragged the flat of his tongue upward. It was hard and firm, setting my body on fire.

My moans encouraged Sol to speed up, and he went faster and after a few licks. He started to swirl his tongue hard around my clit. I could barely breathe, it felt like I was getting ready to pass the hell out on the counter. I was about to release all that I had buried inside of me.

“Sol! Wait, baby!” I panted, not wanting to cum just yet.

“Why?” He asked between licks.

“I’m about to cum!”

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