Chapter 9 #3
I thought I was in the cut and Zaylee couldn’t see me but as dude was talking to her, she looked me dead in the eyes.
It was like we both got stuck in time as we stared at each other.
I felt my heart rate picking up as the noise around us faded and we were the only two people standing in the mall.
Over the years I always fantasized about how us seeing each other again would be.
Most of the time I’d be choking the shit out of Zaylee for killing my seed, either with my hands or my dick.
Either way she was choking and begging for air.
I never killed her though; she’d just beg for my forgiveness while I tortured her with my dick.
Now that we were finally face to face again, I knew two things for sure, I was gonna make her choke on my dick and I hated her ass as much as I loved her.
It was fucked up that after she killed my seed, I couldn’t find it in my heart to fully hate her.
Like I didn’t fuck with her at all, you couldn’t pay me to forgive Zaylee.
She’d betrayed a nigga in the worst way but at the same time my heart still loved her, and I think that pissed me off more than anything.
I wanted to look at Zaylee like I looked at other bitches.
Yet I couldn’t, she still had the glow around her that drew me in the same way it did when I first saw her.
Did that bitch just say I was nobody? I squinted my eyes watching her plump lips move as she talked to the dusty nigga she was with.
I watched as she waved me off to the nigga grabbing his hand, the nigga looked at me one more time before turning around letting Zaylee drag him in the opposite direction as me.
I had to laugh cause clearly Zaylee forgot who the fuck I was.
Imagine me being a fucking nobody. See her dumb ass going up the escalator carefree with that nigga at her side sent a blaze shoot through my soul.
Zaylee was used to the nigga that loved her.
I gave her the most tender love I could.
I handled her with kid gloves so she didn’t know the nigga that would turn up on her.
She was better off not making eye contact with me and acting like she didn’t see me.
To tell that bold face lie, I was a nobody, in what fucking world?
I’m a nobody but she had my name tattooed on the inside of her thigh right by her pussy.
Cause that would always be my shit. Zaylee was funny as fuck, but I was funnier.
I walked my ass right over to the same escalator Zaylee just went up.
Once I got to the top I scanned around the mall.
Seeing Zaylee’s curly hair in the food court area.
I saw her tell her nigga something and then she started walking towards the back hallway that lead to the bathrooms. I followed right behind her ass the hallway stretched far with the bathrooms about halfway down.
I watched her walk into the girl’s bathroom, and I waited right outside for her leaning against the wall on the opposite wall by the men’s bathroom.
I sat my bag with Chunk’s shoes on the ground.
Hopefully, nobody stole my shit but if they did, I would just got buy another pair before I left. I had more important shit to handle.
A good five minutes passed before the door swung back open.
Zaylee didn’t see me at first, her head was down as she scrolled through her phone.
I pushed off the wall blocking her path, when he went to look up, I pulled her body against mine.
She went to scream but I quickly covered her mouth with my hand, and I walked us further down the long hallway.
Taking a left when I got to the end of the hallway.
I pinned her against the wall with her wrist on each side of her head.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Zaylee asked me with fire dancing in her eyes. She twisted her body trying to get loose, but I wasn’t letting up.
“Who the fuck am I?” I asked, bringing my face right in front of her.
“You can’t be forreal. Let me the fuck go,” Her lips balled up in anger.
“Fuck you, and what you want.” I venomously replied.
“I swear if you…”
I silenced Zaylee by smashing my lips into hers.
I couldn’t help myself, being this close to her was too tempting.
It had been too fuckin’ long since had access to Zaylee this way.
I used to love kissing her for hours. Her lips were always so soft and juicy, they were perfect.
Still perfect. Hearing her moan and returning my kiss with just as much passion.
I slipped my tongue past her thick lip invading her mouth.
I explored her mouth, dominating our kiss.
My body pressed into the softness of her body.
My dick was hard as I slowly grinded it into her.
I wanted her to feel my shit until she started begging me to fill her pussy.
Zaylee let out a soft moan, and she wrapped her hands around my neck.
My hands slipped behind her gripped her soft meaty ass pressing her hot pussy onto my rigid dick.
On instinct I pushed her skirt up around her waist as my hands felt their way to the front of her thin panties.
Caressing her pussy my fingers became drenched, her juices leaking through her panties.
Breaking our kiss, I stared down at her Black eyes, lust swirled in them. My fingers toying with her clit. Bending my neck down I sucked on Zaylee’s neck allowing her moans to fuel my fire. “Shit…shit, Mikaeeel.”
I smirked to myself, she was finna cum or she thought she was.
Just as fast as I kissed her, I stopped.
Her eyes shot up to mine, she was confused.
Bringing my fingers that were covered in her juices I licked each one of them individually.
She was just as sweet as I remembered. Too bad a good ass pussy had to go to waste on Zaylee’s dumb ass.
“I never took you as a ho. You just going around lettin’ nobodies play in ya pussy? That’s some trifling shit.” I condescendingly told her.
Running my tongue over my lips one more time just to savor her flavor on my lips. I looked at her one more time before leaving a hot, horny, breathless mess. I bet she knew who the fuck I was now.