Page 26 of He Snatched My Soul

“You are not playing fair. Why can’t you just respect my decision?” I ignored her. “Are you listening to me?” She stomped her feet, angrily.

“Come ride this dick, Modesty. Don’t make me repeat myself. If I have to get up, I’ma bend that ass over and punish that pussy. Disrespectfully.” I meant that.

She gasped at my blunt words but didn’t move. She should have known by now that when I say I’ma do something, I did that shit, and that’s exactly what I did. I quickly stood to my feet. I approached Modesty and backed her against the window. Her breathing hitched as I towered over her short ass with an intense look in my eyes.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she murmured.

“About to give you what you want and what I need.” I raked my hand up her thighs, then reached between her legs. I slipped my hand into her panties and grazed her wet slit. She moaned against my lips when I slipped my middle finger inside her tight hole, fucking her with my digit. I attacked her lips, getting a taste of her mouth before turning her around. The move was so quick that she didn’t have time to protest. Lifting her dress over her ass, I ripped her panties off, tossing them to the floor.

“Jamian, that was a pair of my favorite thongs.” She groaned.

“I’ll buy you a new pair. Can I fuck you now?” I kissed her neck and pressed my hard dick against her ass.

“Yessss!” She hissed as I slid into her core. I bent my knees and went as deep as I could go. I raised her hands up on the window and pounded her middle, trying to snatch her soul right outta her. Her pussy made farting noises as she clenched down on my dick, damn near making me want to moan like a bitch.

“Yeah, grip that dick girl.” I gripped her waist as I hit her with powerful strokes that had the cart rocking.

“J-Jamian, please. Ohhhh, it feels so good. Go deeper, baby.” She moaned and bit the edge of her lip.

“Like this?” I stood back, giving her room to put that arch in her back, and gave her what she was asking for. I fisted a handful of her hair and went crazy on the pussy. Her juices were splashing all over the place, wetting us both. All you could hear was skin slapping and her loud moans inside the small cart. I could feel my nut quickly rising to the tip of my dick.

“Yo, unless you want me to bust in this pussy, I suggest you hurry up and get your nut,” I grunted.

Modesty had let me know that she wasn’t on any birth control. A nigga wasn’t trying to have kids, but I’d make an exception with the way this pussy had me ready to pick out baby names.

“Wait, don’t cum yet! I’m almost thereee! Here it cummmm!” she yelled, throwing that ass back on my dick as I pounded her harder. I couldn’t hold my shit any longer. I painted her walls with my nut just as she rained down on me.

Shit! She was about to be pissed!

“Jamian! Did you just cum inside me?” Breathing hard, I turned to look at him with expanded eyes.

“Shit. I told you I couldn’t hold it, Juicy?”

“Nigga, you wasn’t in the pu… Who the hell is Juicy?” I was ready to fight his ass for calling me another bitch name.

“You. That pussy is so juicy, it be having a nigga dick drowning and shit.” He chuckled, but I didn’t find the shit funny.

“That shit ain’t funny, Jamian. I told you I’m not on birth control. Now I need to find a pharmacy so I can get a Plan B.” I pushed past him and got some wipes from my small purse to clean myself up.

“Man, chill. I’m sorry. It’s your fault anyway. I told you I was about to bust. You the one talking about‘Don’t cum yet’.” He mocked me. “Don’t you know the meaning of a quickie?”

“Yeah, okay nigga. I hope you enjoyed the feel of this pussy because that is the last time I let you touch me.” I still had an attitude.

“Yeah, aight. That’s what your mouth is saying. I bet I’ll have yo’ ass face down, ass up tonight,” he spoke cockily.

“You want to bet money on that? And you're right, it is my fault. I’m out here being reckless. We haven’t been using protection, so that’s on me. I hope you are clean.”

“I’m clean as a whistle, shorty. I’ve never raw dog these bitches. If you want, I can text you my health records.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket to show me. “The only female I fucked without a cover was my ex.”

When I was done cleaning myself, I tossed him the mini pack of wipes. “Better be,” I mumbled under my breath.

I didn’t speak to Jamian for the rest of the ride. I was in my feelings, but not because of him. It was the opposite. I was feeling his sexy ass more than I was willing to admit. I went back on my word too quickly about not fucking him again. Then, I was on some hoe shit, sleeping with him, and I have a whole man at home. Not only was I cheating, I was doing the shit recklessly by not having him strap up. We left the park, and when we got to the car, Jamian went to help me in the passenger side but stopped me when I went to climb inside, pinning my back against the car.

“Look, fix that funky-ass attitude. I told you that I’m clean, shorty. I would never put you or my health in jeopardy. I like you, Modesty, and I’ve been enjoying spending time with you. You got my word that I will keep my dick in my pants. Now, can we go get cleaned up? I would like to take you out to dinner. Can I do that, baby?” When he raked his hand down my face, butterflies swarmed around in my stomach. All I could do was nod my head. Sensing my discomfort, Jamian released me, allowing me to climb into the passenger seat before assisting me with my seatbelt.

Later that night

Ihad just got done putting the finishing touches on my makeup and I was giving myself a once-over in the bathroom mirror. The pink strapless dress I chose for dinner fit my thick frame to a T. It had a low hem in the front that showed plenty of my thick thighs and was long in the back. It was one of my favorite summer dresses.

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