Page 42 of Breeze and Melodie

“I’m ready to be fucked. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Say less, beautiful.”

I roughly pressed my hand against her back and pushed her over the back of the couch. I grabbed my dick, brushing my thumb over the tip to rub the precum over the head, then slid it up and down the crack of her ass a few times. When I finally pressed my way inside her, I released a guttural moan because it felt so fucking good.

“Don’t be gentle, Breeze. Fuck me good and hard.”

Melodie had been begging me not to be so gentle with her for weeks, but I didn’t want to reinjure her. However, today, baby girl would get precisely what she’d been begging for, and then some.

“You better hold on,” I warned.

Her hands tightened around the back of the couch, and mine tightened around her waist. I bent my knees and pounded into her like I had a point to prove. The sound of her ass slapping against my pelvic area was music to my ears.

“Oh shit,” she squealed.

Every stroke was deeper and harder than the previous, and Melodie’s cries of delight filled my apartment. I fucked her like she wanted to be fucked, and when it became too hard to fight my nut, I reached around to massage her clit.

Almost immediately, her pussy began to pulse around my dick, making it harder to hold off my release. Her knees began to buckle as her juices leaked all over my dick, and I filled her with my seeds.

Whatever plans Melodie had for the following day would likely not happen. She wanted to be fucked, and for the next several hours, I didn’t disappoint.

When she finally tapped out, we ended up fucking again in the shower. Eventually, we made it to bed, and sleep came immediately. I expected Melodie to be more tired than me, but her ass wanted to talk.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“No. Go to sleep.”

“Breeze,” she whined.

“What is it, baby?”

She hesitated for a moment. “Did you kill Sean?”

“Good night.” I kissed her forehead.

“Breeze.”

“I’m going to sleep. If you want to go to work tomorrow, I suggest you do the same.”

I kissed her forehead again and prayed she would let the shit go. She was asleep when I came home the night I killed Sean, and this was the first time she’d asked about him, although I’d overheard her and Raine discussing him a few weeks ago.

Rocky told me to trust him, and as hard as it was to trust a virtual stranger, I had no other choice. Several weeks had passed, and Sean’s name wasn’t mentioned on the news headlines or social media. Arielle seemed to be the only person concerned about his whereabouts, and I prayed she didn’t create any problems.

“Wait a minute.What’s going on here?” Natavia, Shyne’s mother, said.

We arrived at her family’s home about ten minutes ago for Sunday dinner. Breeze and I hadn’t attended since we became a couple, so today was the first time she’d seen us together.

“This my new man, Ms. Natavia.”

She smiled. “I might have heard something about you two, and it’s about damn time. I couldn’t stand that other one you were with. He wasn’t that good-looking, and I heard he can’t keep his hands to himself. How are you feeling?”

“I feel good, but dang, Ms. Natavia, tell me how you really feel.”

“I always do, and I’m glad you’re feeling better. I told you that fool wasn’t your forever. Did I not?”

“You did, but I was being stubborn.”

“And you, Mr. Cool Breeze, were wasting that young lady’s time you were with. Whenever you brought her around, you spent most of your time looking at Melodie.”

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