Chapter 22 Solae #2
“Well, excuse me, but clearly I was going through some more important things that was making my vision a little blurry. Ya know, with me fighting a fucking murder charge and all!”
Priest’s harsh stance transformed into sympathy.
He sat on the step beside me. His powerful, masculine smell swam down my throat and choked me, weakened me and made me putty in his hands.
I admired his skin that was just as smooth and golden as mine.
I glanced at his body that was so fit that I could still see his figure through his coat and clothes.
His fade, waves, beard and goatee were fresh, lined and smelled of coconut oil.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he placed a hand on my thigh.
“I just...I felt some type of way about you disappearing on me. Then when I found out what happened, I was like ‘damn, why didn’t she tell me?’ I thought we were.
..I don’t know.” He sighed. “I thought we were feeling each other. I’m definitely feeling you. ”
“I didn’t know.”
He looked at me, dumbfounded. “How did you not know?”
I wanted to tell him that after all I had gone through, I was now insecure. I didn’t see how a guy like him would even be attracted to a girl like me.
“I had a lot going on,” was all that I said, however. “A lot. Even before I got arrested.”
“What happened?”
I told him everything, and I mean everything: from finding out about Aaliyah on Christmas, to Rah calling DCFS on me, to Essence being raped which was what led me to stab Rah. I also told him about the money I found and now realizing that Rah was behind the bank robbery.
I wouldn’t have normally told a man with such potential all of my business.
But what could be more embarrassing than a man seeing my mugshot online?
I had nothing to lose telling him the truth.
Besides, I felt so stupid that a man of his caliber had been feeling me for I didn’t know how long because I was too wrapped up in Rah to notice.
Once I was done telling him all my business, I was in tears, and his arms were around me.
“Damn, ma. I’m sorry you’re going through all of this. I swear, I’m here for you.”
As I felt Priest kiss the top of my head, I felt so unworthy.
I guess I wasn’t used to a man being a man because I asked him, “Why?”
“Because, like I told you, I’m feeling you.”
“Why?” I pressed.
“Fuck, Solae,” Priest cursed, sucking his teeth with a chuckle. “You’re killing me…no pun intended.”
My eyes squinted into his. “So not funny right now,” I groaned.
“Too soon?” Priest asked, having the nerve to hold back a laugh.
“Hell yeah,” I spat.
He was lucky he was fine, because that caused his joke not to be as offensive.
He kissed the top of my head again and said, “Okay. I’m sorry, ma.”
“I have two kids, no job, my life is in shambles, I’m fighting a case…Why do you have feelings for somebody like that?”
“From our conversations, I can tell that you were a strong, dedicated woman. Besides being beautiful, you have characteristics that make you flawless beyond your physical. You’re a beautiful person, inside and out.
You’re unconditionally loyal, and I love that quality about you.
And fuck that case. From what you’re telling me, he deserved that and then some. Nobody can blame you for that.”
I had heard him, but I still didn’t understand. He was a ray of light in a storm. I didn’t get the meaning of him showing up out of the blue, but I thanked God, and him, that I had somebody there for me. “Thank you.”
My parents and Kahlani had my back, but there was nothing like a stranger making a choice to have your back when they didn’t have to.
“You need a good lawyer,” Priest told me as he let me go.
I sighed, replying, “I know, but I can’t afford one and neither can my parents.”
“I know a guy. Don’t worry about the cost. I got you.”
I watched him strangely. I looked at him in so much wonder, confused about why he would do something like that for me. But I needed that damn lawyer, so I didn’t question him as he took his cell from his pocket and started to make calls.
Priest had been so patient with me that he deserved this head.
He’d taken me back to his place because what I wanted to do to him couldn’t be in my parents’ house.
I managed to fit the entire shaft in my mouth.
My tongue massaged passionately around it as I fucked him with my mouth at a steady pace.
I gripped his erection and massaged up and down his length at the same pace as my mouth.
I could hear his breaths come quicker and quicker as I worked my mouth around him, and he let out a low, deep moan.
I felt his fingertips softly clawing at my scalp.
“You can’t go anywhere now,” I heard him groan, which made my pussy even wetter.
That had put a battery in my back. I started to suck his dick with more passion and energy. Both of my hands worked his length as my throat opened up for every inch of him.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned.
There was something so sexy about hearing a man moan, especially a rough, hard one like Priest. It was as if he was being vulnerable only for me, letting only me see him crumble.
Both of my hands massaged his length all the way up to the tip where my tongue started to slowly tongue kiss where the precum oozed out.
I looked up and saw that his head was completely back on the couch. All I could see was his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
I returned to fucking him with my hands and mouth. My mouth was watering with need and the satisfaction of the taste of him.
“Yes, baby. Suck this dick,” he encouraged me.
I could feel his dick throbbing in my hands. I wasn’t ready for him to cum, so I released him from my mouth, causing his eyes to open and head to lift. He watched me stand, take my pants off, and pull my shirt over my head.
When he reached for me, I lightly pushed his hands away. He was curious as I turned my back to him and stood between his legs.
I reached between my legs for his dick that was still slippery with my throat slime. I brought the tip to my center and slowly slid down it. I used his knees as leverage as I started to bounce on his dick.
He held my waist, and guided my ride, moaning a slow, long, and deep, “Fuuuck, baby.” Then he chuckled. “Yeah, you’re all mine now.”