Page 19 of He Snatched My Soul

“Yesss.” My stomach contracted, and a rush of heat flooded my entire body.

Just as I was about to bust the nut of the century, this petty-ass nigga released me, then whispered in my ear, “Get your nigga to finish that shit.” He released me and walked his ass right out of the room.

I was left sitting there stuck, hot, and ready to beat his ass.

This nigga get back was epic!

It was eleven in the morning, and I had to hurry up and get fresh. I hit up Cherry and invited shorty to roll with me to the festival that was happening today on the strip. I really wanted to invite her ass to the crib to hit that pussy. I already knew she’d be down, but she wasn’t the one I wanted. That fucking Modesty had been on my mind heavy. Just like the first time we met, I was drawn to her pretty, feisty ass. I loved how she knew her worth and she carried herself like a lady. Just thinking about her had my dick hard as a fucking brick. No woman had ever left a strong impression in my life more than Modesty.

Stripping out of my ball shorts that I slept in last night, I tossed them and the t-shirt to the floor before walking into the bathroom in my room. Turning on the shower, I made sure to turn all three shower heads on.I brushed my mouth, then stepped inside under the streaming warm water. The massaging jets hit my body as I held my head up and let the water run over my face. I quickly washed up and got out. Wrapping atowel around my waist, I walked into my room to see Modesty standing in the middle of the room. She looked like a goddess in her flower-printed sundress, her hair slicked back in a high bun. Her eyes roamed over my body and stopped at my dick, which had begun to rise off her presence alone.

“What’s good, baby girl?”

She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. I knocked, but you didn’t answer. I came to see if you had the number to the car service from yesterday,” she said before dropping her eyes to the floor. It was funny how Modesty was avoiding eye contact with me. I chuckled at her nervousness.

“Yeah, why? Where are you going?”

“Out.” Her forehead scrunched up like I had no right to question her.

“With who?” My eyebrows hiked in the air.

“Not that it’s your business, but Winsome invited me out to lunch, then we are going to this adventure park. Are you going to give me the number or not?” She got sassy.

“You going out with that clown?” I was salty.

“He’s not a clown. Don’t be a hater. Won't you call strawberries, or whatever her name is?”

I chuckled at her purposely fucking up Cherry’s name. And she was wrong. I wasn’t hating; I was jealous.“I would rather hang out with you instead, baby girl. Let me take you out. I wouldn’t mind doing some adventure shit.”

Yeah, a nigga was on some cockblocking shit. So what. There was no way I was letting that dreadhead nigga get close to Modesty. I knew he just wanted to fuck. Hell, me too. But I wanted more than just the pussy. I want her without the title.

Modesty looked like she was pondering my question as she twisted her fingers. I noticed she did that every time she was nervous. I’m hoping she said yes, but she crushed a nigga ego when she said, “No. I’m not canceling my date. I’ll call a taxi.”She kissed her teeth and went to leave my room. I caught her by the arm and pulled her back to my chest, wrapping my arms around her waist. She felt good in my arms. No, perfect.

“Why are you playing with me, baby?” I kissed the back of her neck.

“Jamian, I’m not going to lie. I’m attracted to you, you know that. But I’m more than a piece of ass.” She moaned as I grind my dick on her ass.

“I know that. But I’m not the nigga you deserve. Can we just enjoy each other without any titles?”

She sighed, pushing me off her, and turned around to look at me. “I’m not into casual sex.”

“Girl, I don’ fucked the soul out of the pussy before. What’s stopping you from letting me slide up in you now?” When I moved into her personal space, her hands immediately went to my chest.

“That was a long time ago. I’m a different person now. You won’t be touching this pussy again.”

As she turned around to leave, Modesty threw up the peace sign and strutted out of the room. I couldn’t even trip about her shutting my ass down. But I’m a nigga that doesn’t back down from a challenge. With a smirk on my face, I watched that fat ass bounce like Jello as she left before grabbing my phone to hit up my driver.

After Modesty left the villa, I got dressed. I threw on a pair of cargo shorts and a white V-neck T-shirt. Something simple, but still fly. I paired my fit with white Air Force One’s, straight out of the box, and my Gucci shades. I kept my jewelry to a minimum, with just an Apple watch and some diamond studs in my ears. I wasn’t a scary nigga, but I wasn’t trying to get robbed out here either. By the time I sprayed on some cologne and grabbed my wallet and keys, my driver had texted me that he was outside. Imade sure everything was off before I locked up and was out the door.

When I arrived at Adventure Island Park, the energy was dope. It had thrilling rides, challenging obstacle courses, and exciting activities for all ages. Not to mention, all the beautiful women strutting around in colorful costumes, showing off their curvaceous figures. As I made my way through the crowd of people, I could smell the jerk chicken and Jamaican patties. That’s when I saw my future woman kicking it with that square-ass nigga over by the ticket stand. My nostrils flared when I saw Winsome place his hand on Modesty’s lower back, a little too close to her ass. That dreadhead nigga was trying to cop a feel. With haste, I made my way over to them and made my presence known.

“What’s up, baby girl?”

“What are you doing here?” Modesty looked surprised to see me.

“Naw, who’s this nigga, wearing this tight-ass T-shirt? Looking like a black Lou Ferrigno.”

“Jamian, you know who he is. This is Winsome. Y’all met yesterday at the casino. Now, why are you here? Are you following me?” She pointed her finger at me.

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