Chapter 14
Zaylee Cooper
“Sss, oooh just like that,” I moaned as my hands held onto Mikael’s head for dear life.
I swear I didn’t remember Mikael's tongue being this deadly.
This nigga had me moaning at the top of my lungs like we weren’t in a bathroom at a restaurant.
Whoever showed him how to eat pussy properly I wanted to find her and thank her.
Back in high school Mikeal used to try to give me head but he would do such a horrible job.
It got to the point I wouldn’t ask for head.
Luck hadn’t been on my side since I moved back home.
It was like I couldn’t avoid Mikael to save my fucking life.
Here I was trying to find a subtle way to tell Lamell that we should be friends.
He’d come down to visit me for the weekend as he’d been doing since I moved home six weeks ago and I found myself dreading his visit more and more as time passed.
Having all the distance from Lamelle gave me time to think.
I started to see I really didn’t like him in the boyfriend kind of way.
To me he was the kind of guy I had as a friend because we had a lot of things in common but a relationship, no.
Honestly, he reminded me of myself, and it was uncanny how many similar interests we have.
Not saying it was a problem that we have things in common with each other, but it was like we agreed on everything.
All our views and beliefs were the exact same and it never truly sat right with me.
Since I moved back home it was like Lamell would go out of his way to make me see how he was the one for me because we were just alike, his words not mine.
From the moment he said it was like running into a brick wall.
I started to see everything and I didn’t like it.
Instead of stringing Lamell along I wanted to end things face to face and see if we could salvage our friendship.
What I wasn’t expecting was Mikael and his blow up barbie doll to walk in and be seated right behind us.
When I locked eyes with Mikael I thought I was imagining stuff.
Nope, it was him in the flesh. I tried to ignore him, but his stupid ass wouldn’t stop looking at me and the petty side of me wanted to get a reaction out of him and flipping him off seemed like the logical thing to do.
This nigga had been stuck in my head since he took it upon himself to place his dirty ass lips on me.
No amount of me saying fuck him did anything to calm the growing longing for Mikael.
For the life of me I couldn’t understand why or how he still had a hold on me when I was supposed to hate him.
Mikael left me for dead as soon as I wanted to have a voice for myself.
Everything was good with us as long as I was doing what Mikael said.
The one time I stood up for myself he gave me his ass to kiss.
He left me like I didn’t mean anything to him, and we weren’t planning a future together that had to be put on hold because of the life he was living.
Even then I was willing to wait for him and put the majority of my life on hold for him.
All the work I put into purging myself of loving him went out the door as soon as I came in contact with Mikael.
One look into his warm brown eyes I was hooked again and I didn’t see the ending anywhere in the near future.
Unlike last time though, I’m not the same young naive girl that thought love would fix everything.
I knew better now and I was going to do better.
Mikael wasn’t going to have me running behind him looking crazy.
This time I was going to be in control of our interactions.
Mikael was on my time, not his. Like now he was eating my pussy because I was allowing him to.
When we did fuck, I wasn’t dumb it was bound to happen, it was going to be when I decided.
Mikael was about to be in for a rude awakening; I ran shit now.
“Shiiiit,” I screamed as my toes tingled and my orgasm had my arms and legs locking up. My hips rolled the wave of my orgasm, twirling on their own accord. “Fuuuck that felt good. When did you learn to eat pussy like that?” I asked breathlessly as I slowly came to from my orgasm.
Mikael looked the most handsome with my pussy juice glistening all over his face. The nigga was a messy eater and I loved it. “Fuck you mean. I’ve always known how to make a pussy talk to me. I ain’t that lame nigga you out there cackling with.”
“Okayyy,” I snickered at him as I slid off the sink and pulled down my skirt. “Whatever you say big dawg.”
“What the fuck you doin’?” Mikael asked with a menacing scowl and his brows bunched.
“I’m finna go eat. What you thought?” I asked trying to hold back my laugh. Watching Mikael go from flustered to mad was amusing as hell to me.
“Zaylee you got me fucked up. I got that pussy wet and juicy. I’m not finna let that shit go to waste.
” Mikael grabbed me by my pussy. “Stop playin’ you still wet as fuck and my dick is rock hard.
” He used his other hand to grab his rock hard dick that was sticking straight up, making a tent in his jeans.
Mikael’s dick was one of the biggest dicks I’d ever encountered.
It was a long thick, curved, veiny, piece of delicate chocolate that I adored.
His dick always felt like it was going past my uterus to my soul.
He had the type if dick that sent bitches dizzy behind it.
A shiver ran down my spine as memories of his dick deep inside of me.
I had to clench my pussy to get her back under control.
“That dick did used to be fire,” I giggled, running my hand over the tent his dick was making. I just wanted to feel it, and I regretted it instantly because I started to crave the feeling of Mikael’s dick stretching my pussy out only the way that he could.
“Come sit on it real quick,” Mikael lustfully said and I smiled up at him slightly nodding.
“Lean against the sink and fuck me from the back,” I demanded and Mikael extra excited self hurriedly switched places.
I moved from my spot in front of the sink and he to my place.
While his attention was on us changing places I reached behind me opening the bathroom door.
Before Mikael could stop me I was out the bathroom and dashing down the hallway leading back to the main restaurant.
I heard Mikael call my name, but I ignored him as I made my way back to my table.
I caught a better look at Mikael’s little girlfriend, and I rolled my eyes seeing her take selfies.
I started to tell her Mikael just got done eating my pussy, but I didn’t care. Fuck both of them.
“Hey, I’m not feeling the best. I think we should go,” I said standing at the edge of our table talking to Lamelle, who jumped like he got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to.
“Awh shit you scared me. I was just about to come get you and tell you our food was out.” Lamell said quickly, shielding his phone screen from my view but I had already saw what he was trying to hide and I was heated.
“Nigga do you have my fucking Facebook account on your phone?”
“Wha-what. You saw that?” Lamell nervously asked with his eyes darting back and forth.
“How the fuck did you get my log in information?” I screeched pissed that nigga really broke into my account and was going through all my messages. That was the most creep shit I had ever seen in my life.
“Listen, it’s not like that. You been distant these last visits and I wanted to see if there was someone else.” Lamelle tried to explain himself, hearing his lame excuse only pissed me off even more.
“So that means you steal my login information and go through my stuff?” I asked livid as I placed my hands on each of my hips. If I wasn’t done with Lamell before this right here sealed the deal.
“No, no, no you remember you used my phone to login to your account. You never logged out and I figured why not? Really you shouldn’t even be upset because you’re my girlfriend there should be any secrets between us.” Lamell spoke like he’d found an ounce of courage and ten pounds of delusion.
I looked at him like the dummy he was. “Boy, I don’t know…”
“You got me fucked up!” Mikael's loud voice boomed from behind me making my heart drop and my words forgotten.
Lamell going through my stuff had temporarily made me forget about Mikael. I knew he was gonna be pissed at me, which is why I was trying to hurry and leave. I turned around watching him with his eyes of furry locked in on me as he stormed towards me.
“What the fuck is going on Mikael?” His little whore asked with her lips turned up watching as he walked past their table to ours.
He ignored her almost like he didn’t even know her and that made her get out the booth and try to grab his arm, but he snatched it away from her. Walking up to me he slightly bumped me with his chest, and I stumbled back a little.
“Mikael,” I knew that look in his eyes he was about to embarrass all of us.
“You think you finna sit here and eat with this nigga while I got ya pussy all over my fuckin’ face. Fuck you think I’m a lame nigga that’s gone eat ya pussy and shit a be cool after? Hell nah, this ain’t that and you know me better than that Zaylee. You know the type of nigga I am.”
My eyes went wide; I didn’t expect him to announce our business to the entire restaurant. I swear all eyes were on us right now and if I was lighter my cheeks would be beat red right now.
“Mikael,” I said his name through clenched teeth, he knew I didn’t like making scenes.
“Who is this bitch?” The girl he was with, angry asked, grilling me up and down.
“Ya mammy is a bitch,” I responded just as fast. She better save that energy for Mikael’s dumb ass.
“Excuse me, bitch. I’ll dust ya mutha fuckin’ ass in here. Try me if you want to. Mikael you better tell this bitch about me.”