Page 32 of He Snatched My Soul

“Well, watch it then.” I kissed up her thighs.

I instructed Modesty to lift so I could get her shorts over that big ass and past those thick hips. Her freaky ass wasn't wearing any panties. I reclined her seat back and placed her legs over my shoulders. That shimmering pussy stared back at me, swollen and ready to be devoured. I salivated seeing her creamy thickness leaking like Niagara Falls in this bitch. A nigga was starving, and the only thing that was going to satisfy my hunger was her sweet pussy. I yanked her to the edge of the seat and dove in, sliding my tongue in her cocaine coochie; her shit has become my addiction. My tastebuds and dick were in agreement; they both came alive as her essence filled my mouth.

I spent the next twenty minutes driving Modesty crazy with my skilled tongue until she was screaming for me to stop and busted all in my mouth for the second time, damn near drowning me. I leaned up, licking my lips as her juices ran down my chin and beard. Staring down at her, she had her shirt over her big ass titties as she squeezed them while panting and trying to get her breathing under control.

“Oh my God! You tried to kill me with your tongue.” She breathed out with bated breath.

“After I give you this dick, we both can die a happy death.” I whipped my shit out and eased inside her awaiting tunnel. I peppered her stomach with soft kisses until I reached her breast. Her nipples were hard and awaiting me to taste them. Her pussy gripped me tightly as I slowly stroked her with urgency.

“You shouldn’t feel this good, Jamian… Ohh! Go deeper, baby,” she moaned when I picked up the pace. I gripped her sides, squeezing her love handles while I continued teasing her nipples.

I withdrew back slowly and entered her with force, making her moans elevate throughout the room from the pleasure mydick delivered. I wanted Modesty to feel everything that I had to offer her at this moment.

“Let me feel it, baby. Cum on this dick, Juicy,” I demanded. I stood to my feet, making sure to keep our connection. Gripping her neck, I kissed her lips and pounded her shit. I filled her with every inch of me until we both released fast and hard.

Fuck that movie. We were about to make one.

The grand opening

My time on the island has been amazing. Spending time with Jamian has been more vacation than work. We spent some of our time ensuring the resort was set up and running smoothly. After a few hiccups, everything came together, and we were all set for opening night.

Tomorrow will be our last full day here, and I can't help but feel a little sad. The last few days have been short of amazing. Yes, we were here to do a job, but the time spent with this man has been better than any vacation. If we weren't working, we would explore the island, or he would explore every part of my body. Getting your back broken every night would make the hardest job seem like playtime.

He has been so attentive, showing me a different side of him. Don't get me wrong, he was still the arrogant, outspoken man I encountered at his parent's house two weeks ago, but I got theman I met three years ago also. Bless comes out sometimes but I love that he reserves it for when he's beating the pussy up and snatching a bitch’s soul, then holding it hostage.

As I laid back on my bed, my body clad in a silk robe with my bonnet on my head, I stared up at the ceiling. I had just gotten out of the shower. I didn’t bother drying off; I let my body air dry as the central air circulated through the room. It was three in the afternoon, and I had just come back from getting my hair, nails, and feet done. The salons out here are pretty expensive, but my hair looked the fuck good! The thirty-inch bundles I got installed were bone straight, flowing down my back to the tip of my ass. I’m definitely showing up and out tonight, baby. The outfit I picked out would surely turn heads. It was a little over the top, and I’m sure I’ll grab attention from every man in attendance, but there was only one man whose attention I was seeking, and that was Jamian.

My phone started to ring, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. I reached over and snatched it up off the nightstand. When I saw that it was Jayla calling me on FaceTime, I quickly answered her call.

“About time you answered, bitch. I have only been calling you since yesterday. Damn, tell Jamian to give the pussy a break. Your bestie needs your attention, too. Treating me like a baldheaded stepchild nobody wants,” she rambled, and I cackled at her dramatic ass.

“For one, we were working until late last night. I showered and knocked out as soon as we got in. We didn't even have sex yesterday, thank you very much.” He did, however, creep into my room last night to eat my pussy from the back, and I did suck his dick until he passed out after shooting his hot nut down my throat.I kept all that to myself, though.

“Whatever. You know you are my only friend. I don’t like bitches, but I like you, bitch.” We both laughed.

“What do you have planned for today?”I asked her.

“Nothing much. I did a little spring cleaning and took my car to get detailed. I can’t wait until you get back home. I miss you, friend.” She playfully pouted.

She was laid back on her sofa, sipping on something red in a wine glass.

“You are so dramatic.” I gave her a half smile.

“Umhm, bitch. What’s wrong? Hold on. Let me pour me another glass of wine before you answer that.” It wasn’t long before she was back in her comfortable spot, wine in hand. “Now, tell me, what’s wrong? Ryan hasn’t been harassing you, has he? Because I’ll go over to his house and beat his ass, and then wait for his baldheaded-ass mama and whip her ass, too.”

“Oh God, Jayla! You are a trip. But no, that’s not it. It’s Jamian.” I bit the side of my lip, hoping she got the hint.

“Mod! Don’t tell me Jamian's dick made you fall in love?” Her eyes bucked.

“No! Not in love, but I think I’m feeling him more than I should. Jayla, over the past week, we’ve bonded and grown into something special. We both shared intimate parts of our past. Good and bad. I even expressed to him how I felt about losing my father and how I worry about my mom's well-being. When I talked, he listened. That man let me cry on his shoulder, and not one time did he judge me. You know he told me since he licked the pussy, it’s his? What does that even mean?”

“That means you are his woman, bitch. That man put claim on that ass. Literally!”

“No, it doesn’t. He probably meant that he just wanted to continue to hit it.” I was hoping that wasn’t the truth.

“Where’s Jamian? Put him on the phone, and I’ll ask him what your scary ass is afraid of asking.”

“He’s at the resort. He wanted to make sure all the systems were up and running smoothly for tonight.” Jamian may bearrogant, but he doesn’t play when it comes to his job. “And I’m not asking him such a thing. Although Jamian has hinted that he wants me, he hasn’t actually come out and said it.”

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