Page 71 of Search My Soul
“Yeah, okay. You know how I give it up.”
“Are you threatening me?” Juicy tilted her head to look at me. I turned her around before lifting her on the counter. My right hand wrapped around her neck as she tilted her head back. I positioned myself between her legs as she squirmed in place.Leaning down, I placed kisses around her jawline while her eyes fluttered. She was something like an addiction to me. No matter how upset she made me, one touch and I was locked in. Her breathing increased as her heart beat wildly.
“Why do you want to play with me like this, huh?” I unzipped my jeans, allowing them to fall to my knees. My dick was rock hard as I freed it from the hole in my boxers.
“How do you expect me to go out into the world and put niggas in their place if a part of my heart is mad at me? You want me to die out there because I’m not focused? Huh?”
“N-No. Mmmm,” she moaned as I pushed past her folds. Juicy’s nickname was more than fitting because each time I entered her walls, it felt like my own personal waterpark. The tightness of her muscles almost caused me to cum prematurely, but I held it in. My baby needed some act right, and that’s exactly what she was gonna get.
Her legs wrapped around my waist while her hands held onto the edge of the counter. My toes were curling in my sneakers as she worked her pussy on me. My hand gripped her throat as I took possession of her tongue. I could count on one hand the number of women I’ve kissed in my lifetime and still have fingers left. It wasn’t something I did on a regular basis, but kissing Juicy was like a form of foreplay to me. I could feel her pussy getting wetter the longer I kissed her.
Juicy’s moans filled the room, but it was her sex faces that sent me over the edge. Her head was thrown back while her mouth hung open. Her hand held a tight grip on my shirt as I slid in and out of her wetness.
“You’re a spoiled brat. You know that?”
“Yes, and I don’t care. You made me this way, so deal with it.” Before I could respond, her walls began to convulse around my shaft. My eyes rolled to the back as I relished in her release.
“I don’t remember telling you to cum,” I whispered, trailing kisses around her breasts.
“What are you gonna do about it? Huh?” I attempted to pull out, but she locked her legs together like a vice grip.
“Don’t even think about it,” Juicy warned.
“Oh, you ain’t talking that tough shit now huh, baby?” I lifted her from the counter and then pressed her back against the wall. We both sucked in air as I pushed back into her womb.
“Damn,” I groaned as I tried to catch my bearings. I bounced Juicy on my dick, and each time she came back down, I moaned like a bitch. My hands squeezed her cheeks, spreading them apart while Juicy rolled her hips. She knew exactly what she was doing so it wasn’t surprising when I felt that familiar feeling.
“Ahhh,” I roared, feeling my nut rising.
“Baby, I’m about to cum, and I can’t hold it!”
“Let me feel it, baby. Cum on this dick,” I urged, knowing I was about to shoot the club up in a matter of seconds.
“Fuck!” Juicy squealed as she rained on me. I held her in the same position as I sprayed her walls with every drop of nut inside of me. Leaning down, Juicy cupped my face in her hands, raining kisses all over my face before landing on my lips.
“I love you so much. I don’t know what you have going on, but please be careful. Make sure you make it back home to me.”
“I love you more, mamas. Trust me, that’s always the plan.” Our foreheads touched as she prayed over me. She started doing this after she moved in, and I’d grown to appreciate it. Even when we were beefing, she made sure to pray over me. It solidified her love for me, because regardless of what we were going through, I knew I had someone at home who loved and needed me.
As soon as I stepped into the hospital room, my face lit up.
“Man, you scared the shit out of us. How are you feeling? You good?” I bombarded him with questions because I was still surprised to see him awake and alert.
“I’m straight, Fam. You know it’s gonna take more than a bullet to keep me down.” Walking over to the side of the bed, I gave him a brotherly hug. Pure sat in a chair in the corner of the room with his phone in his hands.
“Yeah, we thought we were gonna have to turn the city upside down. What are they saying about your progress?” His face dropped, and I prepared myself for what he was going to say.
“They don’t know if I’m gonna walk again. Some fragments from the bullet are too close to the nerves near my spine, and they aren’t sure if they should risk it by doing another surgery.”
“So what does that mean? What kind of options does that leave you with?”
“They’re saying the fragments may move on their own, and if that happens, they might be able to remove them. However, due to everything my body has already gone through, they aren’t willing to take the risk.” I stood there in disbelief, trying to understand what all this meant. How does a person go from being completely healthy and able-bodied to now being possibly confined to a chair? I mean, we have too much money for there not to be a resolution for this.
“Maybe we should see about getting you to another specialist or something. Someone who might be willing to take the risk. Imean, if it doesn’t work, at least you tried,” I suggested. If it were me, I would want to explore every option.
“Soul, the man just woke up from a coma. Right now, the main concern should be that he’s awake. All that other shit will work itself out in its own time,” Pure lectured. I glared in his direction, because once again, he was trying to be my parent.
“I ain’t ask you shit. I’m a grown ass man, and I don’t need you to correct me on anything.”
