Page 28 of He Snatched My Soul

“Thank you. And can you please stop calling meJuicy?” I told him and rolled my eyes.

“Nah, that ain’t happening. I know that pussy only gets soaking for me, so I ain’t trippin’,” he said arrogantly.

“And what makes you think my man can’t?” I puckered my lips.

With a hearty chuckle, Jamian walked over and stood in front of me. It was so quick that I didn’t have time to stop him when he slipped his hand between my legs, pulled my panties to the side, and slipped two fingers into my tunnel. My pussy was already wet from his presence alone. He plunged his fingers in and out of me at a rapid pace. It was feeling so good that my pussy clenched around his fingers tightly.

“Shit!” slipped from my lips with a low growl. I gripped his shoulders, trying to push him away. No matter how much I attempted to get him to stop, he wouldn’t let up while digging deep into my core.

“Are you telling me that pale muthafucka gets this pussy wet like this?” he whispered in my ear. My body began to shake as he worked his magic on me. “Cum for me, Juicy. Let that shit go.” He nuzzled his face into my neck and bit down on my shoulder just as I exploded on his fingers.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” Short of breath, I smacked him on the arm and pushed him back. All this nigga did was chuckle, then placed his wet fingers in his mouth and licked them hungrily like a popsicle.

“Told you. That pussy is a super soaker and sweet as fuck. That cracker might be yo’ nigga, but I’mthat nigga, shorty,” he gloated. “I’ll be waiting for you downstairs while you get cleaned up. And hurry up, I’m hungry, girl.”

With that, Jamian left my room, leaving me speechless. What the hell could I say to that? Shit. He spoke the truth. I’ve only slept with three men in my life, and Jamian was definitely theonlyman that could have my pussy leaking like a faucet, and that cocky, arrogant nigga knew it, too.

After I cleaned myself up, we left for the restaurant near the sea called Marguerites. I was kind of shocked that Jamian picked a place as elegant as this. It seemed like a place for couples with a stunning view, and the food smelled heavenly. Hand in hand, we followed the hostess to the back of the restaurant and through the double patio doors that led outside to the back deck. I noticed all the tables were empty except one, which was covered with a white linen tablecloth, two long stick candles burning, and some champagne chilling in an ice bucket. Confused, I looked up at Jamian, and all he did was grin and wink at me.

Did this man rent out a whole damn deck?

“Your waiter will be with you in a moment. Enjoy.” The hostess smiled before leaving us alone. Jamian pulled my chair out and then sat across from me. I placed the white napkin into my lap before addressing him.

“Jamian, what is all of this?” I waved my hand around the empty patio and the beautiful arrangement of white roses on the table.

“What does it look like? I asked to take you to dinner. My homie, Jace and his wife, Azuri, own the spot, so I just handed over some bread to have the patio shut down for us to enjoy our night. It’s nothing.” He shrugged his shoulders.

I was actually shocked that he went to the lengths for what I thought would be a simple dinner.

“I know that, but when you said dinner, I wasn’t expecting such a fancy spot.” I waved my hand around.

“Why? You don’t like it?”

“No, I love it. That’s not it.”

“So, what’s up, shorty? Speak, baby.” He picked up the bottle of champagne and popped the cork. I waited until he filled our flutes with bubbly before continuing. “It’s just…” I sighed. “It feels like we are on a date.”

“We are. I’m trying to show you what you are missing in a real nigga.” He downed his champagne before refilling his glass. I cocked my head to the side with my eyebrows knitted.

“But we are not in a relationship, Jamian. You stated that you were not ready for one. Make this make sense for me.”

“I am ready for a relationship with you, Juicy. I licked that pussy, so it’s mine,” he stated, looking me dead in the eyes.

“Negro, we ain’t five years old. Like you said, we can have fun while we are here, but this ends when we get back home. You can go back to fucking on your girlfriend, Sasha, while I-”

He cut me off. “While you go back to Ben? That’s not gonna happen. And Sasha is not my girl. She was just some bitch I was fucking.”

“Does she know that? I don’t think so. Not how she was ready to square up with me that day in your office. Seems like a relationship to me,” I rebutted.

“She can think whatever she wants. I know what it is. And I know what I said. I changed my mind.”

“Can we not do this now? I just want to live in the moment and enjoy this date, as you call it. Can we do that?” Jamian was trying to complicate things more than they already were. That’s not what I needed at the moment. Just because I was single doesn’t mean I was ready to jump from one man to another.

Our waiter came out to take our orders, so I got a Jamaican Crawler cocktail while Jamian got a Ginger beer. We just got drinks since we hadn’t looked over the menu just yet. Everything sounded so good, so I didn’t know what to get. After a few minutes, I decided on the drunken lobster tail with garlic mashed potatoes and asparagus. Jamian got the grilled lamb chops with rice stuffed into a pineapple. It didn’t take long before our piping hot food was placed in front of us. Seeing Jamian’s food made me wish I’d gotten what he ordered.

“I see you looking at my plate, but you ain’t getting none of my food, bruh.” Jamian was acting stingy with his food.

“Just give me a piece of your lamb chop. You have three.” I pouted, and he gave in.

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