Page 36 of He Snatched My Soul

“You better believe it.” He smacked my ass. He pulled out of me and started eating me out, licking from my pussy to my ass. He spread my cheeks so he could get to both my holes with ease. I came instantly, screaming out my release.

After making me cum twice, Jamian pulled out of me and nutted on my ass. At this point, I was exhausted and ready to lie down, but I was well satisfied. Jamian uncuffed me and removed the scarf after cleaning me off. He lifted me up bridal style and carried me over to the bed, as if I weighed nothing. The cool silk sheets felt good against my sweaty skin. Closing my eyes, I was ready to doze off until I felt a dip in the bed and then Jamian’s lips connecting with mine. We kissed sloppily, and I grabbed the back of his head to pull him closer as he climbed between my legs, which I opened to receive him. As we got deeper into the kiss, Jamian eased inside of me. Even though I was tired and mypussy was sore, there was no way I was going to deny this man his pussy. And just as he always did, he gave me an inch at a time until he filled me to the brim, stretching my pussy to the max with his big dick.

The same music that the DJ played could be heard in the room through the surround sound speaker in each corner of the room. “Dream” by Chris Brown bumped into the room as Jamian slowly stroked my middle. He placed his head in the crook of my neck as he made love to me. At least, that’s what it felt like. The way he was moving in and out of me to the tempo of Chris' voice, I knew I wasn’t overthinking. We were absolutely making love. That alone had my heart beating firm against my chest, matching the rhythm of his. My long nails dug into his back as he bit and sucked on my neck. He whispered in my ear how good I felt, and my pussy was getting wetter with the sound of his voice with each stroke he delivered.

“I was supposed to be fucking your world up with this dick. Instead, you got a nigga making love,” he confessed.

I closed my eyes, not just because the feeling of Jamian deep inside my middle had me on a high like no other, but his confession had me afraid that he would see my truth.

As I descended the company jet's stairs, I felt happy to be back in Melville. Home sweet home. Even though I enjoyed my work trip to Jamaica, I was happy to be back home. I missed my mother and my grandma, Netta. I even missed my crazy-ass best friend. Jamian and I spent another week in Jamaica due to the small glitches in the new software he had installed for the resort. Once they were fixed and he made sure there were no more issues, we decided it was time to come back to reality. Ididn’t complain one bit. We got to explore more of the island together. I even let him convince me to go ATV riding. It was fun and exhilarating. And, of course, we sexed like two horny newlyweds on their honeymoon. This trip was perfect until he got a phone, and then I felt a shift.

As soon as we landed, I sent Jayla a text asking her to meet me at my condo after she left work. It’s Monday, so I knew she got off at one o’clock. It’s twelve in the afternoon now. That would give me time to get home and shower before she got there because, baby, I had some tea for her.

Jamian barely said a few words to me on the flight back home. After we boarded the jet, he received a phone call from his mother. Whatever she had said to him put him in a somber mood. I asked him if everything was okay, and he said it was, but I knew better. It’s like that call flipped a switch in him or something. I mean, he did hold me and made sure that I was good during the fight, but that was it. No talk about how much fun we had. No talk about how we spent our last days together. The night in the pleasure room. Nothing. He didn’t even ride with me in the company car. He called an Uber to take him home. The last thing he said to me was, “Call me and let me know when you make it home.” Then gave me a breathtaking kiss before we departed on our separate ways.

Thirty minutes later, the driver pulled up to my building and helped me take my luggage out of the back of the truck. Walking inside my building, the lobby was filled with the sounds of laughter and the hum of conversation. As soon as I stepped into the elevator, a calm feeling washed over me knowing that I was returning to my own little sanctuary. When the elevator doors opened to my floor, I stepped off and walked down the hallway until I reached my condo. When I entered, I was greeted by the warm fragrance of my favorite lavender-scented plug-ins.

Closing and locking my door, I kicked off my shoes and headed straight to my room, dragging my luggage behind me to my bedroom. The first thing I did was wash my hands, strip out my clothes, then emptied my suitcase and threw all the clothes into a plastic bag. Naked as the day I was born, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the fridge, along with a glass to take back to my room.

After I had a nice shower, did my skincare, and slipped in a pair of boy shorts and a cami, I poured myself a glass of wine to unwind. Stupidly, I kept wanting to pick up my phone to call Jamian. But then I’d chicken out before I could even pull up his contact. It ain’t been two hours, and already I was missing him like crazy. Gotta bitch ready to tell Alexa to play some Mary J Blige “Missing You” up in this bitch. I had coached myself the night before we left that what we had was just a fling, yet I just couldn’t help but to think otherwise. That man made me fall for his sexy, arrogant ass in just three short weeks. It was just something about that man that made me want to be wrapped up in him like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. At first, I thought it was because of the good-ass dick that nigga was slinging on me. That wasn’t the case, however. I knew what it was. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.

Our last day in Jamaica, we just chilled at the villa, smoking weed, watching movies, and just vibing when Jamian suggested we head out to the beach. I packed us up a couple of sandwiches, snacks, a few coolers, and we sat on the beach until nightfall. That night I fell asleep in his arms, dreaming of a big wedding, white picket fences, and me with a swollen belly.

Chuckling to myself. I can’t believe I even had that stupid-ass dream. What the hell was I thinking? There was no way Jamian meant any of that stuff he said to me while we were in Jamaica. That nigga probably spit the same shit to all the hoes to get the pussy. I was just another one of his conquests. Thinking backto the last time we were intimate with each other, he was so attentive to every part of my body that he had me falling deeper for him.

“Modesty, get out of your head, bitch. Jamian got what he wanted, and so did I. It was fun while it lasted,” I said out loud to myself, downing my second glass of wine.

By the time I finished throwing a load of clothes in the wash, there was a knock on my door. I knew it was my bestie. Only my mama, Grandma Netta, and Jayla were allowed access to my apartment without being announced. As soon as I opened the door, Jayla stormed past me and went to plop on my sofa.

“Bitch! Hi to you, too,” I said sarcastically. Closing and locking the door, I went and joined her on the sofa.

“I’m sorry, boo. How was your trip?” Jayla gave me a hug.

“It was… Interesting. But first, who pissed in your wine glass today?”

“Ruel’s ass.” She huffed and began texting angrily on her phone.

“Your stylist? Girl, I don’t know why you won’t just find somebody else to do your hair. Ruel is never reliable.”

“Bitch, because he can slay some hair. He’s like a toxic nigga with good dick that you just can’t stay away from.” She laughed.

I chuckled at her logic. “Girl, you are crazy.”

“Well, enough about me. Sooo…. Let’s talk about you being a hot ass out in them Jamaica streets.” Jayla kicked off her shoes, tucked both her feet under, and got comfortable on the sofa.

“Jayla, it was never my plan to sleep with Jamian. I see now that it was a mistake. I should have just kept my legs closed.” I sighed heavily. Feeling like I was getting too emotional, I stood and went into my bedroom to get my bottle of wine. I stopped at the kitchen to get Jayla a glass before returning to my seat on the couch.

“Boo, what happened? Did y’all have a lovers quarrel already?”

I took a sip of my wine before breaking down to Jayla what had transpired after Jamian and I got on the plane. But first, I told her about the past week. From the amazing night we shared, to the night of the party, to all the freaky shit that nigga did to me in the pleasure room. Well, some. I didn’t want Jayla to know how kinky shit got. After Jamian made love to me, he cleaned me up, then tied my ass to the bed on my stomach. He fucked me from the back until I passed out from exhaustion. I’ve never felt so satisfied after sex.

“Mod, I think you're overreacting. Maybe something bad happened, and he was in his head. I highly doubt Jamian used you, boo. Fine as his ass is, I don’t think he would wine and dine you, tell you that he owns the cootie cat, only to switch up on you after he hit. Multiple times, might I add.”

“Why not? Niggas do it all the time. I was just too dickmatized to see it. I just thought we bonded on a different level… you know?” I was pissed that I let myself get caught up.

“Yeah, I dig it. Have you tried calling him?”

“No. Every time I pick up my phone to do so, I chicken out.”

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