12:01

by Bella Jay

I wanted to admire him, but the truth was… I couldn’t stand Midnight Drayton. He was a product of the same parents who laid down and created the devil, formerly known as my ex.

Did I forget to mention that I really got on a plane yesterday to come ruin someone’s wedding hundreds of miles away today? Because I did.

Wowwwwww

I wanted to play captain save-a-crazy-ex.

“Is this one of those kissing cousins or…?”

Valid question lol

It was quite fun having an archenemy — if I do say so myself.

“He does know we don’t get along, but he also knows that I wanted you before he did.”

The Midnight Tyme had matched with was an immature man who’d lied to himself about not needing love. But the truth was, during that time, I was still hurting from a past relationship where I wasted four years on someone who rejected my proposal and told me I wasn’t marriage material — just the type of dude you fuck and enjoy until someone better comes along.

Those inches I was missing went to my dick. Yeah, mine was bigger, but I didn’t rub that in his face. He already did enough extra shit to make up for his barely average dick syndrome.

“What the fuck he say?” It was the way the words came out of his mouth that made my stomach tighten. It was a very much ‘do I need to fuck him up?’ tone, and it was at that moment, it clicked as to why one of my estranged friends loved her men to be a little rough around the edges. They did not play about their women.

Please have some fucking decorum. This is not someone we purr for. See. No more liq.

I don’t even need Whoopi Goldberg to tell me I’m in danger.

“You deserve to get them Sonic Rings knocked out of you BY YOUR EX’S TWIN!!”

God if this was your way of trying to talk me out of being the girl who did both brothers… this wasn’t it. Because now, it was to hell with Malachi Drayton!

“You right. I fucked up. I’m sorry. However, when you’re with me, I need to know that you’re safe. At all times.”

“You wanna be me so bad huh, Sweets?” A-he-he, no. I want you to be in me so bad. There’s a difference.

God, let me have this man. I deserve to get my lick back.

Not him staring right at my pussy and not eating it. Am I a joke?

“I want you, Tyme,” I cut her off, “I have never not wanted you. Instead, I forced myself to think the worst of you because you were with Mal, and now⁠—”

She dragged me closer to her by the rim of my pajama bottoms. “No time for small talk when the important question still remains, ‘are you going to give me the goods or not?’”

Cause once I start eating this pussy, I’m not gonna be nice about it, and you’re only gonna get the orgasms I let you have.”

His tongue had barely poked my pussy, and three things immediately became true: I was not going to make him proud. I was not going to be any semblance of a good girl. I was going to cum, and I was going to cum as many times as I could, whether he liked it or not.

All his life he had to fight— so he could eat my pussy.

Girl, we went from being in jail to about to be tied up in chains… Happy New Year?

The way his dick popped out to say hello, I wanted to scream “heyyyyy, best friend”, but I had a little sense left.

On the outside, I was calm — I think — but inside, my nerves had just taken a line of the white stuff that have crackheads bouncing off of the walls.

“What you’re failing to understand here, baby, is that I’m a pleaser.”

It’s so rewarding to know that you’re leaking all because of me.”

I started actually dating women long term and one of them humbled me. I was twenty-six, and though I was selfish when I fucked, I still thought I was delivering top notch penis because no woman had ever complained.

“You might as well get to eating.” She tapped her pussy. “This is what you wanted to do. We both know she’s already soaking wet; what I look like doing any of the heavy lifting? I’m a passenger princess — orgasm edition.”

That had me chortling in the key of ‘you about to get fucked up’.

“Good girls ain’t no fun. Besides, you like when I’m bad.”

Yeah, Midnight Drayton had city girls down by a thousand because how could I explain letting my arch nemesis have me at his mercy like this? I was gonna have a long talk with myself once this beautiful nightmare was over.

“That’s what happens when you get dicked down right. You forget your days,” I teased, and she slapped me on the arm as she told me to shut up.

“some battles are worth the war if the result means the best and happiest version of you.”

Especially my mom, who had been sending me daily Bible verses ever since she saw the photos of Tyme and me in the family group chat.

“You’re timeless, Sweets, and I want a lot more twelve-oh-ones with you, too.”