Chapter Three- Sofia #3
Yusef ran his hands over his face as though he was frustrated with me.
Sighing loudly, he turned to me. “Sofia, there is no way of knowing what could have happened had you spoken out. I mean, with regard to this entire situation, in a way, I get what you did, but at the same time, I don’t get it.
However, what’s done is done. You need to confess to the rest of your family and let your brothers take it from there.
Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
I listened attentively to Yusef, and after about a couple of minutes, a soft sigh escaped my lips. “I understand; I just wish I could be the one to put a bullet in his head. I want to make sure Luca is good and gone so I can live with my daughter with peace of mind.”
“You will; just let your brothers handle shit from here on out. Victoria is a very calculating female; she’ll do something about Luca, but in her own timing when she feels it’s right.
It’s not fair to you, though, waiting like this for your mother; deal with that shit and let your brothers know what Luca did.
” I felt every word of what Yusef said because he was right.
My mother wasn’t the type to just walk up to Luca and blast him.
She was coming up with a plan, a plan that she promised would make Luca disappear from the face of the earth as if he’d never been born.
She told me I just had to have patience, but I couldn’t do it anymore.
I no longer had patience or time; this needed to end.
Yusef was correct; the only person I was protecting wasn’t Rocki or me… it was Luca.
“Ok, I promise I will,” I nodded my head and managed a genuine smile as I looked at Yusef. He smiled back and leaned over so he could rub my shoulder.
“Good girl,” he said, his hand moving from my shoulder to my right cheek. He just stared at me in that moment, and I stared right back at his fine ass. I was hoping he would lean in and kiss me; instead, he pulled back suddenly as if my skin burned the tips of his fingers.
“Umm, well, I should go before Kevin Costner out there finds his ass in here wondering why I’m taking so long to leave,” Yusef gave a nervous laugh. Without thinking twice, I pushed forward and planted an awkward kiss on his lips.
For a very brief moment, he allowed the kiss to happen. Then he placed both his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me back. Sighing softly, Yusef shook his head with a look on his face that I didn’t understand.
“Sofia…”
“Can’t you stay a little while longer?” I asked, unashamed that I wasn’t ready for him to leave, unashamed that I was the one to make the first move.
“What do you think is going to happen if we act on this? I know you can tell that I like you and would want nothing more than to be with you and Rocki in every way.”
“Then what’s the issue? What’s stopping you?” I asked, confused.
“Sofia, we come from two different walks of life. What will Mr. Ricci think if he finds out I’m sleeping with his daughter?
He was the only person willing to hire an ex-con.
I’ll lose my job, and then how can I be with you when my ass is unemployed?
” I made a face at what he said because I wasn’t concerned about any of that.
“I’m not interested in your money, Yusef. I like you, and I like the way you are with Rocki. I know she’s safe with you, and that means the world to me. My father will be alright eventually; I’m a grown-ass donna (woman).” I said, sticking my chin upward in pride.
“You say that now, but let a nigga can’t provide, and you’ll be singing a different tune.
I’m not even built like that, Sofia; I’m a man’s man.
I need to be able to take care of my lady.
Plus, I don’t wish to cause you any further problems. I mean, I want you so bad, so fucking bad.
From the very first time I laid eyes on you, I thought you were the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.
You’re perfect in every way, and you made a child just as perfect as you.
If it means taking a step back and letting someone else be with you and love you.
It will hurt like a mothafucka, but I’m willing to do that, to avoid bringing drama in your life, Sofia,” Yusef started caressing my cheek again.
I guess I should feel honored that I met a man who finally put my feelings first. However, that was not what I wanted.
“Maybe you’re right. I don’t want a man who isn’t even willing to fight for me before he even has me.
You can go ahead and leave,” I pushed his hand away from my face and stood up to go.
Yusef could see himself out. He instead grabbed my wrist, holding me prisoner so I couldn’t take another step.
I swung my head around and gave him an annoyed look.
“Can you let me go? I’m about to take my ass to bed; it’s been a long day,” I said, looking down at his hand and the way his fingers easily wrapped around my tiny wrist.
“What you mad? Talking all that shit about not willing to fight for you,” he said, using a little force to pull me closer to him as he remained seated.
“What reason do I have to be mad? If you’re too pussy to come get this pussy…
I get it. Now, let go of my wrist and see yourself out,” I had a stank attitude, and with every right, because Yusef knew he liked me just as much as I liked him.
We can cross that bridge about my father finding out about us when we get there.
A slow smile spread across his lips as he looked up at me. “I love a feisty female,” he said as his smile grew wider. I lifted an eyebrow as I looked down at him.
“Oh yeah?” I asked, smirking as he began to run his hand up and down my leg.
“Yeah, that pussy be fucking fyah.” Not being able to help it, I tilted my head back a little and laughed. “Take these pants off, let me show your ass something.”
Licking my lips, I took a small step back, hooked my fingers in the waistband of my leggings, and slowly let them roll past my hips until they fell to the floor.
Yusef scooted to the edge of the sofa and then reached for me again.
With his hands on either side of my upper thighs, he pulled me in closer.
Cupping my bare ass exposed by my black thong, Yusef leaned in and kissed the crease at the side of my pussy. Then he used the tip of his tongue to lick the exact spot. He repeated the motion on the other side, kiss first, then lick.
Looking up at me, he placed his nose in the middle of my black thong panties and took a deep, exaggerated sniff.
“Mmmm,” he groaned, closing his eyes as he sniffed a second time.
“They can bottle this fragrance and sell it. You know that? Chloe, Marc Jacobs, or Chanel got nothing on this sweet, sweet smell.” Yusef's words were all it took to have me panting like I was thirsty; he hadn’t even touched me yet, and between my thighs was already throbbing.
“Ooo,” I moaned when he used the tip of his tongue to lick the outside of my underwear. I bit down on my bottom lip when his teeth nibbled lightly on my pussy lips.
“Put your foot up here,” he said, holding my left leg, tugging on it gently until I placed it to sit on the edge of the sofa.
“Good girl, now I’m about to stick my tongue out, and I want you to use it however you see fit.
Do whatever you want with it,” Yusef said, looking at me with raw lust in his eyes as he shifted my underwear to the side.
Doing exactly as he said, he placed the tip of his tongue against my clit.
That simple action had my body trembling because I hadn’t had sex in so fucking long.
With a slow rocking movement, I moved the lower half of my body on the tip of his moist tongue.
The sinful sensation I felt from the tips of my toes to the top of my head made me close my eyes.
Placing my hands on the back of Yusef’s head, I grinded my hips as his tongue brought my body to life. Yusef never moved his tongue; he kept it still as ever, allowing me to set the motion how I wanted to be licked and sucked.
“Yusef, oh my God,” I said, breathless as my clit grew hard. My lower stomach began to tighten as I felt my orgasm about to take over. Grabbing my ass and squeezing it, Yusef shoved me into his open mouth. His tongue hungrily lapped at my sensitive flesh, making quick circles at my throbbing clit.
“Oh shit, fuck, fuck,” I gasped when I felt a burst of juices run out of me as I orgasmed. I had to grab his shoulders for support as my body convulsed; my knees almost gave out on me.
“You’re the fucking sweetest,” Yusef murmured as he sucked every last drop of my natural nectar from me. When he was done, he pulled me down onto his lap and kissed me deeply. His tongue circled around mine as I tasted myself.
“Look at me,” he said, grabbing my face so he could look into my eyes.
“We can stop right now. I’ll get up and walk out that door; this can be a one-and-done thing.
Or, I can stay, take you up those stairs, and explore every inch of your beautiful body.
Whatever happens after your family finds out about us, we’ll deal with it.
It’s all up to you; the choice is yours,” Yusef toyed with my hair as he waited for my answer.
I looked at the man who came into my life unexpectedly.
This man who was with me during my pregnancy and helped me through my panic attack.
Most importantly, I can tell he wants nothing but the best for my daughter.
The choice was really a no-brainer for me.
Smiling at him, I got up from his lap and stretched my hand out for him to take.
Without hesitating, Yusef took my hand and stood up.
I led him upstairs to my bedroom and closed the door, locking it behind us.
Never once during or after the four times we had sex did I ever regret my decision.
Yusef spent the night, and in the morning I woke up to him making Mickey Mouse-shaped chocolate-chip pancakes, with Rocki in her high chair right there with him.