Page 22 of Dream Cum True
“Why does it have to be a lie? Her pussy might be better than any woman’s he’s had before her.”
“Whatever.”
He released my hair and pulled me on top of him. Of course, his dick was hard, and I wasn’t mad about it because my pussy was wet. I lifted my head so that we were face-to-face.
“What do I have to do to prove to you that I’m speaking nothing but the truth? Not just about your pussy being the best I’ve ever had, but also about wanting us to move forward. Last night, you said you needed to know more about me to move beyond the dick you wanted. Was that just talk, or are you gon’ give a nigga a chance?”
Even though I tried to forget him, it proved to be impossible. After one night together, Elias was etched into my soul. His warm, welcoming spirit. His dark, piercing eyes. His strong, firm chest. His playful yet slightly mischievous smile. His dark, smooth, flawless skin. His long, thick, and veiny dick. All of those things and more made him unforgettable, and I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t swell with happiness and excitement when he walked into the lounge.
“I also said I wasn’t looking for love. Why didn’t you mention that?”
“Because I understand that loving someone again, after being hurt by someone you love, takes time. I also don’t believe you look for love. Love finds you.”
I looked at him curiously because he always seemed to say the right words. It was too soon for me to come to any conclusions about him, but he was nice, respectful, and didn’t mind dishing out that good dick.
“It probably would sound crazy if I asked to take it slow, considering we’ve had unprotected sex no less than fifteen times in less than twenty-four hours, and my womb is filled with your seeds.”
He smiled before agreeing. “That would sound a little crazy.”
“I figured . . . but don’t be offended if I don’t introduce you to my kids for a while.”
“I understand and wouldn’t expect it.”
“My ex and I alternate weeks, so when the kids are with him, you’ll have my undivided attention. When they’re with me, you won’t.”
“That’s fair.”
“Now that we’ve established what we’re doing, we should celebrate,” I suggested as I lifted my lower half and sank onto his dick.
“Let the celebration begin.”
Ten
Elias
I’d returned to Toledo the day before and asked Javon, Dutton, and Emmet, who’d just returned from a one-month-long trip for work, to meet me at a local bar and grill not far from my house to give them an update.
“I asked y’all to meet me to share some very important news,” I announced.
“Spit it out, Bruh,” Emmet urged.
“I got a job at Hollister and Michaels, and I’m moving to Chicago.”
“That’s wassup!”
“Congratulations!”
“That’s great news.”
My brother and friends spoke at the same time, but I heard each of their congratulatory remarks.
“Thank you. I’m excited and feeling good about the move.”
“With the shit Raven is putting you through, I can’t say I blame you. Have you told Mom and Dad?” Emmet asked.
He wasn’t in town when I returned from Punta Cana, but I’d kept him up to date with that situation.
“I told them as soon as I got the job offer. They’re excited, but of course, Ma talked about how much she’d miss me.”
