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My lawyer said the next court date would probably be the last since there aren’t many witnesses left. Knowing that, I decided to spend the night before with Priest. I had spent the day with my parents and my kids. We didn’t talk about the what-ifs; my mother wouldn’t allow me to. She insisted that we spend time like we normally would. So, we did. I let the kids cut school that day. My parents, my kids, and I spent the day in my parents’ home watching movies on the couch. Then me, my mother, and Essence cooked together. I had snuck in some life lessons to Essence while showing her how to season and fry chicken and cook the sides.
We ate around the table like a happy family, cracking jokes and sharing memories. The whole time, I studied each of their faces, memorizing them in case I needed to hold on to that image to survive the days in jail.
After dinner, me and the kids went up to my bedroom and got in the bed. We said our prayers and then snuggled with oneanother until they fell asleep. Then, I snuck out of bed, got dressed, and met Priest at his place.
“You scared?”
Snuggling into his chest, I sighed. “Hell yeah.”
I could hear him sigh sadly as he held me tighter. The room was so quiet as we lay in his bed on top of his covers, spooning.
“You’re going to be okay. You’re strong as fuck.”
“I’ve been strong for so long. I’m tired of being strong,” I confessed.
“But you gotta be. Just this time. And at the end of all of this, whether you are found innocent or guilty, you can be weak, and I will be strong for you.”
“Thank you,” I nearly cried as tears filled my eyes.
I felt him kiss the top of my head as the sweet, masculine smell of his cologne consumed me. I looked up and even in the darkness, his eyes were piercing with genuineness. Looking at him, I still couldn’t believe how much he had been there for me at a time like this. He could have had any woman he wanted, but looking in his eyes, I could see that he genuinely wanted me.
I kissed him. I just wanted to be kissed, licked, and touched. All I was thinking was that the next day, I might be taken away for I didn’t know how long, without the chance to be touched by a man ever again. I wanted it one last time.
He rolled over, causing his body to now be on top of mine as he overpowered my mouth. He sucked my bottom lip and lightly bit it, making me cream in my panties. My pussy was throbbing so hard that it was aching. My clit was swelling in my jeans, reaching out to him, wanting to be touched and sucked by him.
Resting on his knees, he went for the button on my jeans. Even the feeling of his fingers on my stomach as he fumbled withthe button and zipper made me more and more wet. He struggled to get the tight jeans over my hips. I lifted to help him. Then he slid the wet lace thong off of me and threw it to the side. I lifted my own tank over my head and tossed it while he obsessed over the sight of my slippery center looking back at him.
He bent down, and just one lick on my clit sent chills through my body. Then he opened my pussy lips and pushed his tongue inside of me.
“Mmmmm!” I was having such a dramatic reaction to his tongue tasting the inside of my body that I was embarrassed. When he pulled his tongue out, my pussy was pulsing.
I could hear him moan, “Tastes so good.”
The urge to cum was already there. But luckily, he left my pussy and started leaving a trail of kisses all the way up my body. He stopped at my nipples, slipped a finger in my pussy and started to stroke it while sucking my nipple. One and then the next, so slowly that I could feel the grooves in those big lips on my nipple. My pussy clamped down on his finger and my back left the bed, pushing my nipple further into his mouth and turning my hips in circles, riding his finger.
“Oh God,” my voice was breathy as I started to cum.
Using the thumb of the same hand that was fucking me, he started to rub my clit. Still sucking my nipples, he was making me cum so hard.
“Ooooooohshiiiiit!” I was rocking and bucking, cumming all over his hand.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged me.
Quivering from the orgasm, I collapsed. He slowly pulled his finger out of me and stared deeply into my weary eyes as he tasted his finger.
I giggled. “You’re so nasty.”
He started to take off his shorts, saying, “You like that shit.”
I couldn’t respond. I was staring at his hard dick. It was pretty and so perfect.
Resting on his elbow on top of me, he started to feed me that dick. He slowly pushed inside of me, filling me up until my eyes bulged toward the ceiling in amazement of the pressure. Once inside, he lay on top of me, face cradled in my neck as he hammered this pussy.
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