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“Babe, you’ve never been good at math. You forgot to carry the fact that I’ma need more than one night.”
“What if I get divorced again?” “Nah, we only getting divorced once. And,” I paused ‘cause she had me fucked up, “you definitely ain’t getting married again to anyone else, the fuck.”
“I’m only gonna go if you can promise me booty rubs and tacos!”
“That’s already included,” I shot back. And unlimited orgasms too, if you want them.
It was the wink he did after that, that made me say to my vagina, ‘Bitch, I think we want to get fucked here.’
The fact that Juice was able to find something comparative sent my coochie into a frenzy, like she was auditioning to be a tap dancer.
“Don’t be looking like you gon’ kill me in my sleep. You know I like that shit.”
Lmfaooo why tho!?! This man is a fool
“Damn, a whole killing curse. That’s harsh.” “Play with yo’ mama sleep, don’t play with mine. Now, are you in or what?”
My inner beast wanted to blow her back out so well, I’d need to buy her new glasses tomorrow. Or a temporary wheelchair.
Damn not a wheelchair
My coochie was screaming, ‘spin the block on the dick, sis!’
“You lowkey tryna call me a freak?” “I ain’t have to say it. You just snitched on yourself.” He stared straight into my eyes like an evil villain out to ruin me and said, “That’s my good girl, though.”
The coos that left her lips had me putting in work like a nigga who couldn’t afford to lose his job.
“You wanna be my good girl or my dirty little troublemaker?”
Each stroke meant to steal a piece of her soul in exchange for a piece of mine.
That sounds dangerous but I’m a risk taker
“I ain’t gon’ stop. Not with the way you’re taking this dick, baby. And you know I love when you take this dick the way you do. It makes me so proud of you, Books baby.”
My coochie was still vibrating from him eating me out in every way possible and then trying to take me to glory with his demon dick.
This is just unnecessary bragging
It was long — 9.3 inches to be exact. I’d measured it. Girthy. With a creamy center I loved to fill me up. Good for the soul. Will ruin you. Will have your vagina weak in the knees. Overall rating: Fifteen out of ten. Do not recommend if you wish to not be ruled by the D.
Then there was the red heels she’d been wearing earlier. My favorite pair to see her in. I didn’t know why them shits made my dick wanna do back flips inside her uterus, but they did.
“You’re so quiet.” “I’m focused.” …On not fucking cumming.
“if you can untie yourself before I make you cum, you’ll get to pick where you want to cum.”
“You don’t have to say it, it’s okay. I know when you’re about to cum. Your eyes darken, your breathing heightens, and your pretty dick whispers my name over and over again in a way only my pussy can hear. And she tells me, you’re about to cum.”
The square root of sixty-four is eight. The square root of one hundred is ten. The square root of one hundred and sixty-nine — ah shit, don’t think of sixty-nine… Breathe, motherfucker.
Please show my other men some respect.” “I fight fictional men too. I’m not above it.”
No matter how much someone loved me or how happy someone loving me made me, if I didn’t know how to make myself happy, I wasn’t being my best self. I wasn’t being honest with myself, and I was putting everyone else’s happiness, joy, and needs before mine.
I was curious about what those boys in purple could really do with their tongues.
That shit has gotten me in waaaayto much trouble
My mama always told me girls who read be hot in the tail.”
Mind ya business
I couldn’t think of one thing that made me happy, outside of books, that didn’t stem from my relationship with others.
Belle you loud AF and I don’t appreciate it
And really, if I was being wholeheartedly honest with myself, books had been my escape from reality.
became the best girlfriend ever because as long as his needs were met, he’d give me all the love and attention I craved.
I know our vows said for better or for worse, but I didn’t want to be the worst.
the way I loved him was toxic for me. For us
I defined my mood, feelings, emotions, and actions by Juice’s mood, feelings, emotions, and actions.
It was one thing to feel incomplete without someone, but part of me felt like I barely existed without him.
as if I’m not funny enough for her lil’ ugly butt.” “Aye, come up off my mama.” “Y’all both ugly.” “I look like you.” “Yeah, an ugly version.”
“We fighting when I see you ‘cause you know I don’t play about her.” Laughing, he said, “I might be getting old, but gon’ head and try your luck.”
my favorite ‘nut in her’ playlist playing in the background.
I cannot
“Good girls don’t ask questions, they listen,” he chided me. “But I did. Now do me a favor and make that your last question. Am I clear?”
“Look at me,” he commanded, and my head whipped in his direction so fast, I was ready to sue for whiplash.
My heart and my coochie were both blaming my head for throwing caution to the wind just to get dicked down by Lucifer’s long-lost cousin.
‘Cause ain’t no way in heaven was Juice one of God’s children with the way he was sexing me and sending the most agonizing form of pleasure through my body.
Juice would let me talk him to death about the books I was reading and never minded me always having my head stuck in one,
“Why you hating on College B? She was a lil’ baddie. Had my palm putting in work.”
These two lmaoo
knowing how to communicate with the person you loved, respectfully, would always be the key to a lasting relationship — no matter what kind.
A fucking man
“Take me to paradise,” she requested, and I obliged, sliding deep into her gushy center.
“You deserve every…” deep stroke, “fucking…” deeper stroke, “thing…” the deepest stroke I had in me. “You hear me?”
