Page 42 of He Snatched My Soul

“No, we need to stop. I can’t do this.”

“Yes, we can. I told you, this is my pussy. Now, move your hand and lay back so I can greet her properly. I know she misses me,” he demanded, and we had a stare down until I gave in. Before I knew it, Jamian had my jeans and panties off, and his face was buried between my legs.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as I palmed his head and rode his face. He added two fingers, bringing me closer to the edge. In seconds, I was cumming all in his mouth.

“Damn, that was the fastest you ever came from me eating that box, Juicy. I’m that nigga, shorty,” he gloated and helped me sit up. “That pussy tastes even sweeter than I remember.” He kissed me, and we both moaned as he shared my essence with me. Every time my lips touched his, it felt so right.

Jamian released my lips before biting and sucking on my neck. I groaned. It was feeling so good that he had my pussy leaking again.

“Juicy, I can admit, Anastasia coming back fucked my head up. But she is not the woman I want, baby. You are. I would never play games with your heart. I care for you too much to do that fuck boy shit. Just give me some time to clear some stuff up. Can you do that for me, baby?” He pecked my lips.

I didn’t know what to say to that. My heart was telling me to say yes, but I’ve been hurt in the past by a man who spoke those similar words.

“Jamian, you only get one chance. You fuck that up, don’t bother coming to me. I must admit… I’m scared. Scared because I’ve been hurt before and I don’t want to go through that again.”

“I promise, you got my word. Now, can I get some pussy to consummate our relationship?” Jamian went to kiss me and I mushed his face back.

“Nah, nigga. Not until you handle your business. Until then, this pussy is on vacation until further notice.” I hopped down off the desk and went into the bathroom to clean up.

“Say less.” I heard him say after me as I shut the bathroom door.

Jamian could take my words as if it was all talk. If he can’t get his shit right, it’s fuck him and that bomb-ass dick between his legs.

“Bitch, you're late,” Jayla said to me when she climbed into the passenger seat of my ride. “And you are glowing!”

“I had to go home and change clothes. And I’m not that late, so don’t do me.” I cackled, pulling away from her building and into traffic. “

“Mhm. I am betting that hickey on your neck has something to do with you being late. Care to share?”

I rolled my eyes with my lips pursed. Jayla knew me better than myself sometimes. I couldn’t get anything past her nosey ass. I had forgotten about the hickey Jamian had put on me. I think he did the shit on purpose. As many times we fucked, he had never done that.

“Well, let’s start with Ryan showing up to my job.”

“I know you fucking lying! I hope you kicked his ass out.”

“I didn’t have to. Jamian beat me to it and him. Ryan came in there on one. He had the nerve to call me out my name because I wouldn’t get back with his little dick ass. Can you believe that shit? And you know he admitted to cheating on me? I’m glad I dumped his ass. Now he could live happily ever after with his bitch and his damn mama! Then, after Jamian had security drag his ass out, I was so turned on, I gave that nigga an afternoon snack.”

“Yessss! I’m glad Jamian beat his ass. That’s what I’m talking about. I wish I could have been there or a fly on the wall, hunty.” She snapped her finger. “And I knew you had that ‘I just got fucked’ look.” I hollered at her last statement.

“Girl, shut up. We didn’t have sex, for your information. He just ate the box.” She busted out laughing.

“That’s what’s up, friend. So… are y’all together?” she probed. Even though I had my eyes on the road, I knew she was smirking.

“Not technically.” I shook my head.

I went on to tell Jayla about the situation regarding Jamian and his ex, which we already discussed, so I gave her an update on what we had agreed on pertaining to the whole situation.

“Well, I’m rooting for y’all. But I’m letting you know now, if he fucks up and hurts you friend, we fighting his ass,” Jayla said, and I agreed.

I walked into MB Nails and Spa with an extra pep in my step. A bitch was feeling good. The amazing orgasm Jamian gave me back at my office had me on a natural high, like no other. It was definitely something that I needed to pick myself up. I just hoped and prayed that I made the right decision on promising to give a relationship a try with Jamian. As much as I care and want to be with him, I will not let him play games with my mind.

Jayla and I checked in. My mom and Grandma Netta were already there waiting. We greeted them, and soon after, we all were escorted to the back to get our pedicures. MB Nails has only been in business for a few months now. I figured I’d give them a try since my nail shop closed down for renovations a week ago. After we were seated, a woman with long locs, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt with the salon logo on the front came from the back and offered us complimentary mimosas, along with assorted cheese and crackers. We declined the snacks but accepted the free drinks.

“Oh, I like this fancy place, granddaughter. They give you free alcohol and stuff. I wonder if they would mind if I smoked my weed vape?”

“Mama, I told you to stop smoking that weed. You know it’s not good for your heart,” my mother said to my grandma, and Jayla chuckled. I, on the other hand, just shook my head. My grandma is a trip.

“Aw, hush! I’m the mother, and you are the child. And weed is good for you. Didn’t you say I need to add more herbs in my diet? Weed is an herb. There you go.”

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