Chapter 22 #4
My thoughts spun as pleasure poured from her pussy, and the silky feel of her nearing her breaking point shot straight down to my dick. I swallowed a wad of her gooeyness and continued my slow and steady pussy-eating. She tasted better than I thought she would.
“Ohhh! ?Esta sucediendo! (It’s happening!)”
Her legs vibrated against my head as her arms gave way, with her torso falling forward onto my stomach. I felt her hair fall over my dick and the sensation had me precumming. I thought Solana was about to start running again, but this time, she began to hump my face.
Good, Solana, baby. Chase that fucking nut.
“Come, Solana. Let me taste you,” I said between slurps.
“?Se siente bien! It… feeelss… sooooooo… Ahhhhhh!”
Spreading my mouth as wide as I could, I covered her pussy, not wanting to miss a drop. My dick was hard enough to dig up cement, and when her cum hit my tongue as I lapped away at her vagina, I swear, I wanted to bust a nut myself.
Solana would be a fucking creamer, and her release was enough to fill a pill bottle. I drank that shit happily, too—happy she didn’t spray that shit out. My cousin Vello loved that shit, but I wasn’t into women squirting. It was too messy, and for some women, embarrassing.
When her knees spread wider, I rolled her body off mine onto the bed so she could relax her limbs.
Standing, I watched as her chest heaved and her hands rested at her navel.
Solana’s body was perfect. The working out we’d done in the short time before shit hit the fan had her stomach and arms toned.
Looking down at her messy pussy, I licked the remnants of her from my lips as if I missed having my face in it already.
It was fat. Her chocolate pussy was reddish pink on the inside and plump.
Not being able to stop myself, I bent down and placed a kiss on it, causing her to jerk.
Her smooth, plush thighs felt good against my head while I continued to place soft kisses on her pussy.
I kneaded the flesh in my hands, causing her to moan.
The moan was enough to cause me to stop and pull away—my dick was hard enough as is.
Leaving her on her back, I went to the dresser drawers, pulled out a pair of sweats, and stepped into them.
I didn’t replace the clothes here because I knew Solana would be able to fit everything we’d left when Ezio was here.
Bella ’nem had been bringing her more girly shit lately, though, so I knew she wouldn’t be wearing the T-shirt-and-sweatpants combo anymore.
“So those weren’t for me?”
Grabbing a crisp white T-shirt next, I left it sitting atop the dresser as I grabbed the edge.
Instead of replying, I turned back around and watched as she pulled the bed cover over her body.
Her long, curly hair had fallen over her shoulders and that properly-fucked glow women had after nutting covered her.
Her eyes locked on mine when she realized I didn’t respond.
“You’re still not talking to me, Shio?”
Crossing my arms, I licked my lips, still tasting her pussy. “What you want me to say, Solana?”
She scooted to the headboard, the covers now shielding her body. It was too late, though. I’d seen her bare, and the visual was stuck in my frontal now.
“Why did you come here if you won’t speak to me?”
Because while I don’t want you, my body craves you.
I sighed. “You need to focus on getting clean.”
“And I have not?”
“You tell me.”
Solana’s eyes were downcast, and she brought her knees to her chest under the covers.
“What else can I do, Shio? I’m locked in here.
I have no access to the drug. Haven’t seen it at all until you came in here covered in it.
And even then, I didn’t take a hit! So, yes, I’ve been ridding myself of it. ”
“Aite.”
Picking up the shirt, I pulled it over my head before going into the bathroom.
Grabbing my stuff from the counter, I placed it in the pockets and stuffed my feet into my shoes.
Deciding the clothes were wet enough, I turned the shower off, looked around the bathroom one last time, and turned the lights off.
“So, that’s it. You’re leaving?”
“I am. Ion need real nigga rehab.”
She scoffed at my snarky reply, and I felt like a fuck nigga for a second before I shook the feeling.
Solana may have been something I craved, and I was fighting to keep my hands off of her, but I wasn’t too gone to forget she was just snorting cocaine in my house weeks ago.
I watched as she brushed a damp strand from her face.
Her eyes squinted, and the attitude on her face wasn’t as intimidating as she thought.
“Well, what do you need, Shio?” I didn’t respond, letting my eyes roam her face as she continued to grow frustrated with me. “You only need to make me feel good? Like you do Uriah? Is that what brings you joy?”
“I don’t eat Uriah’s pussy, Solana.”
“Okay, Bahati. She’s in your home. Seems like you love housing girls straight out of México City.”
“You want to argue, Solana?” I cocked my head. This was new, coming from her.
“I want understanding. I want to know what is next? For me… For us?”
“There is no us, Solana. It’s a you. It’s a me.”
“Then why did you come here?!” Her voice cracked, her emotions coming forth.
I rubbed my hand down my face. I wasn’t trying to upset her. “Because…”
“Because, what, Shio?”
“Because I fucks with you. I shouldn’t… I damn sure ain’t got no room to fuck with you. But I do. Aite?”
“What does that even mean?”
“Solana, baby… Your English ain’t that fuckin’ broken. I fucks with you means just that. I fucks with you.”
“Do you fucks with Uriah? Bahati?”
“I do.”
“Well, I don’t want you to fucks with me then.” She turned her face away, and her profile was just as perfect as the front view.
Chuckling, I ran my hand down my face again and internally told my dick to calm the fuck down. Everything about this fucking girl had me ready to nut up. Closing my eyes for a second, I reminded myself why Solana was down here. That was the only thing that was stopping me from dropping dick in her.
“Unfortunately, Solana, baby… You don’t get to decide that,” I said, widening my stance in the middle of the room.
“I do! It’s my life, Shio! That’s what you and my father do not understand! I can decide what I want for my life, and I have decided I do not want you to fuck with me.” She crossed her arms. “?Vete! No quiero que me jodas. (Go! I don’t want you to fuck with me.)”
I clenched my jaw before swiping my nose. “Aye. Be clear, me and yo’ bitch-ass daddy don’t belong in the same sentence.”
Silence surrounded us, and I started to walk out, but my feet wouldn’t move.
“Look, Solana. I know it’s your life. But—”
“But, what? But, because… What’s with all the… ehh, clauses?”
“But you can’t decide my feelings.” I stared her down as she finally dragged her eyes to look at me.
“So you have feelings for me, Shio?”
“Your pussy still on my lips, Solana. What you think?”
“That means nothing.”
“You lived in my house.”
“Si, before you dragged me out. Bahati lives there now. Uriah has her mail addressed to your home.”
“You giving Uriah way too much power.”
“I saw you with her! You love her.”
“I don’t love shit! You saw me gettin’ my dick wet!
That’s what the fuck you saw. And her fuckin’ mail is addressed there because her husband used to own the house.
I bought the house from her ex-husband. She was the one who gave me the house tour.
Stop assumin’ shit. Sometimes, things aren’t what they appear to be.
Lesson number five, remember? Ask, but don’t beg.
You know how to communicate… In two languages. ”
“But you prefer I do so in English, and sometimes, it gets confusing.” She shrugged with her smart ass, knowing damn well she wasn’t confused by the languages. It didn’t take Solana long to catch on to shit. I had learned that about her within the first few weeks that she was in my house.
“I could say the same about you, you know…” she said.
My brow rose after her words settled. “The same?”
“Si… Stop assuming. You give me these lessons, but none of them apply to you. Just ask, Shio. You never asked me if the drugs were mine. You assumed.” Her eyes watered, and I could feel my body growing heavy. “I would never put your daughter in harm’s way.”
I threw my head back and sighed. All these feelings were too much.
My day had been shitty since I learned that Goal was going to bring the product to my cabin.
I needed to hit up my cousins to let them know I had fucked up at least a fourth of those bricks.
I kissed my teeth when I realized I was going to have to pay for that shit so that the count wouldn’t be short.
“Stop crying, Solana. I know you wouldn’t harm my daughter intentionally.”
She slapped the mattress. “You know those drugs were not mine, but I am here!”
“Ion know shit except yo’ ass need to be here! You need fuckin’ help! I can’t take you to a facility because that shit not secure enough, and I can’t…”
“There goes the clauses again. You can’t what, Shio?”
“Nuttin’.”
She huffed, tears slowly falling down her face. “Shio. You give me nothing.”
“These days, outside of materials, I got nothing to give.”
“You have your time!”
Barely. I spend half my time watching your ass, so you won’t die.
Solana slapped the bed again when I didn’t respond verbally. “Go home. Go home to Bahati.”
“You mean go home to Shya cuz that’s the only reason I go home.”
She huffed and threw her head back against the headboard. Her face softened, and her round eyes found mine. She didn’t deserve to be so fucking fine and a cokehead. Those two things should’ve never crossed over into one woman.
“How is she?” she asked, her tone even.
“Solana, is this an argument or a conversation?”
“Tal vez ambos. (Maybe both.)”
I crossed my hands in front of my waist. “Spoiled. She’s fucking spoiled. She’s not talking.”
“Still?”
“Still.”