Page 23 of He Snatched My Soul

He smacked his teeth, gripped my thick thighs with his large hands, and jerked me down onto his face. He sucked my throbbing clit into his mouth, sucking, slurping, and biting before dipping his tongue in my tight hole. I could barely catch my breath as I held on tightly to the bench, riding his face like a jockey. I was chasing my nut like that bitch owed me money.

Whoever said pressure bust pipes is a motherfuckin’ lie! It was this nigga hurricane tongue and the way he was eating this pussy like it was going out of style. My stomach muscles beganto tighten as mini tremors flooded my body. I was ready to erupt because I couldn’t handle the pleasures that consumed me. It was too much. It was like Jamian was taking me on a never-ending journey to ecstasy. As his tongue swept over my clit, then back to my hole, he stiffened his tongue and fucked me like it was his dick. This nigga was on demon time, for real. I couldn’t do shit but close my eyes as my orgasm approached at lightning speed.

“Oh… shit! Fuck!” I yelled as my body began to quiver and quake. His tongue swirled around my clit before he sucked it with the perfect pressure. At the same time, I thrust back and forth, whimpering, as I squirted in his mouth. I hope I ain’t drown his ass. If so, I was too spent to even care.

The soft melody of jazz filled the dimly lit room as my eyes blinked open, slowly adjusting to the light. A sense of calm washed over me as I felt the comforting touch of Jamian’s warm, strong hands on my body, their presence soothing and reassuring. We had just gotten out of the shower, and he offered to moisturize my skin. I didn’t even hesitate to agree. I was laid back on his bed, draped in a towel, while he stood at the edge of the bed in his boxers. Our heated session in the shower had me exhausted. I was ready to go to sleep. At some point, I did.

“Do you do this for all the females you fuck?”

“Hell no.” He frowned. “These hoes already get attached from just the dick. If I start doing shit like this, they’d be expecting a ring.” He chuckled.

“So, I should feel special, huh?”

He paused from putting lotion on my thighs and looked up at me. “Yeah, you should. But I can’t compare you to them. You’re different.”

“How so?”

“For example, you don’t care that I got money. You’re not out here looking for a handout from a nigga. You are chasing your own bag and not waiting on a nigga to give you shit,” he stated truthfully.

“You damn right. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be spoiled by my man.”

“Is Ben spoiling you?” Jamian was fishing for info.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but he does.” I was telling the truth. Ryan stayed buying me gifts, whether it was a piece of jewelry or an expensive purse and shoes.

“Have you ever been in love, Jamian?” I don’t know what made me ask him that. I knew what we were doing wouldn’t go beyond this trip, but a part of me wanted to know.

Jamian's eyes shifted to me. At first, I thought he wasn’t going to answer because his face was void of emotions. “Yeah. Once.”

“You still love her?” My question slipped from my lips before I could stop it. I don’t know why I even cared.

“I got love for her, but that’s it. Our time was up when she left me.”

I don’t know why, but his answer made me feel a twig of jealousy.“What happened? Did you cheat on her?” I questioned while intently watching him.

“Why do women always assume that when a couple breaks up, it’s the man’s fault?” He shook his head. “Nah, I was faithful to shorty. She chased her dream to Paris while mine was here working for the family business.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, but I could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke. He still loved her.

“I didn’t mean to offend you. I need to stop putting every man in the category with my no-good-ass ex.”

He sat the bottle of lotion on the dresser. Stripping out his boxers, his semi-hard dick popped out, and my mouth watered as my pussy thumped. He climbed on the bed, hovering above me, and stared down. His dark brown pools had evidence of the weed he smoked earlier. I could feel his dick growing against my lower lips as I kept my focus on his handsome face instead of his heavy pole.

“I can admit, I love having access to multiple bitches, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to treat a woman. My woman wouldn't have to question my love and loyalty to her.”

With that, Jamian captured my lips with his while he lined his dick up with my opening. He eased inside of me, inch by fucking inch, filling me to a halt as I cried out while gripping his biceps. I tried to control the intense strokes he was delivering. That was a lost cause because, in seconds, my hands were lifted over my head, and my pussy sucked him in like she was thirsty to have him there and never let him go. Jamian’s dick hit me with just the right amount of pressure. The feeling was so overwhelming, and the buildup had my heart racing at a rapid pace. Just as I relaxed and let him take me over the moon, I erupted around his shaft.

“Mmmm!” A deep moan came from the pit of my chest.

Jamian grunted loudly before he pulled out and shot his warm nut onto my stomach. That’s when it hit me. We weren’t using protection and my ass wasn't on any birth control. Thank God this nigga remembered to pull out.

It was nine in the damn morning, and Modesty had me come with her to the resort to pick a cake for the soft-opening party. We barely got any sleep last night. I didn’t climb out the pussy until five this morning, so you would think her ass would still be calling the hogs after all the dick I’d laid down on her ass.

“Are you always this grumpy in the morning, Mr. Armstrong? Why is your face all frowned up?” Modesty looked at me, smirking. We were in the conference room with the caterer, surrounded by ten different cake flavors.

“I wouldn’t be grumpy if you would have given me some pussy before we left the villa.” I was blunt.

“Jamian!” Modesty gasped while the caterer, Ms. Carla, dropped her head with a chuckle. She was a light-skinned chick, so her cheeks were beet red.

“What, shorty? Caterer lady knows what’s up. She’s wearing a ring. I’m sure her husband beat that cat up,” I stated nonchalantly. Stuffing a piece of lemon cake in my mouth, I wentto grab another one because a nigga had the munchies. Modesty kept looking at me like I had grown two heads. I ain’t give a fuck. I was hungry and my nuts were full.

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