Page 39 of He Snatched My Soul

“And your name, sir?” he asked, and I told him.

I watched as he picked up the phone on his desk and dialed a number. When the line picked up, he announced me. The look that he gave me let me know she declined my visit.

“Sorry, sir, but Ms. Blackwood stated she’s not accepting any visitors,” this four-eyed nigga told me.

“Nah, try her again. This time, you tell her that I said ‘if she doesn’t either let me up or come downstairs, I’m going to act a whole muthafuckin’ fool in this here nice establishment,’” I spoke loudly, gaining a few of the residents in the lobby, attention. The guard frantically looked around before doing what I told him. I guess this fool didn’t want to test my gangsta.

“She said that she would be right down.”

“Thanks, bruh.” I chucked my chin, stood off to the side, and waited for my baby.

Ten minutes later, Modesty stepped off the elevator. Damn, baby girl looked good, even dressed in a pair of spandex shorts, a T-shirt, and some slides. Her was hair tied back into a ponytail. She had a cute mug on her gorgeous face, and I chuckled under my breath as she walked up on me.

“How may I help you, Mr. Armstrong? And I don’t appreciate you showing up at my place, disrupting my neighbors.” She rolled her neck with her arms folded across her chest.

“What’s with the attitude, baby? I came to see my girl. Can your man get some love?” I went to hug her, but she took a step back from my reach.

“You are not my man. Now, what do you want?” She sassed.

It took everything for me not to pull her in my arms and tongue her down. I loved that feisty shit.

“Walk outside with me.”

“No!” she loudly whispered. “You ignored me the whole time on the jet, acting like I didn’t exist. Then, you never even cared to check to see if I made it home. Was I just a fuck? If so, I can dig it. But you didn’t have to do or say all that stuff you said to me in Jamaica just to get between my legs.”

“Look, Juicy. I know I owe you an explanation. Just take a ride with me, and I promise I’ll explain. Please, baby.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face into her neck. Memories of our last night in Jamaica ran through my mind. How good she felt in my arms. The way she softly snored as she laid her head on my bare chest, and I massaged her scalp as I watched her sleep.

“Jamian, you got five minutes. I need to get ready. I’m going out tonight.”

“With who? You better not be going out with that Ben Affleck-looking mu’fucka or I’ma really get ignant out this bitch, Juicy!” She told me they had broken up, but you never know.

“I told you that we broke up. Your time is ticking.” She pointed out.

“Yeah, aight.” I took her by the hand and led her outside to my whip. I helped her into the passenger seat before hopping into the driver’s side. Pushing my seat back, I pulled her over the console and made her straddle my lap.

“Jamian, what are you doing? Turn me loose.” She tried to climb back into her seat, but I held onto her waist.

“Chill, Juicy. Give me a kiss.” I gently grabbed her neck and kissed her sloppily. At first, Modesty tried to resist me, but I held her in place, not letting go of her neck. She moaned into my mouth as our connection got deeper.

“I missed you, baby,” I said between pecks on her lips.

“Hard to tell.” She rolled her eyes.

She looked at me, and those big brown eyes looked so sultry. Being this close to her had my dick ready to be buried deep inside of her. I know she could feel me because I could undeniably feel her warm pussy.

“Oh, it’s hard, Juicy. Can you feel him, baby?” With my bottom lip tucked between my teeth, I slipped my hands up her back. She began grinding her middle on my rod before kissing my lips. I knew she missed me just as I missed her.

As our kiss got hot and heavy, Modesty slipped her warm hands into my shorts, pulled my dick out, and began jerking me off. Feeling her soft hands on me had me ready to bust. I preferred to put this nut deep in them guts. As if she had read my mind, Modesty climbed off my lap into the passenger seat and took off her shorts. She wasn’t wearing any panties. When she got back on my lap, I let my seat back. I was glad I decided to take my Lambo truck out today. It was a little tight, but a nigga would make it do. She kissed me as she lined my pole up with her middle, but I stopped her.

“Nah, I want you to stick a finger in that pussy and let me taste you while you ride this dick.”

She did as I asked and played in that pussy, getting her finger coated nicely before slipping them into my mouth just as she eased down on me. Her box was extra sloppy, just how I liked it. She bounced on top of me at the right pace. The taste of her sweet essence on my tongue, along with the feel of her smooth walls had me getting the best of both worlds. Seeing her face contorted had a nigga ready to bust.

There was no way I could let this shit go. I had to face my past. Seeing Anastasia again had me in my feelings. I wasn’t expecting her to ever come back home, so I was good. Now, Idon’t know what the hell I was going to do. I just know this woman riding my dick is the woman I want.

“Jamian, ohhh, I’m about to cum, baby,” she panted as her eyes welled up with tears.

“Yeah, and I’m about to nut in this pussy.” I gripped a hold tightly to her waist, slamming her down on me.

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