If I Can't Have You

by Dawn Jiles

Genres: African American Urban

Synopsis

Will the friendship between the "it" girls in school stand the test of time, or will lies, betrayal, heartache, and secrets tear them apart?

Monique, Bria, and Samariah are best friends from Milwaukee, going through some of everything together. Finishing up their senior year, they are the "it" girls in school, the ones other girls want to be like.

Samariah, however, doesn't want to share her shine with anyone. She'll do anything to get what she wants, even if that means sabotaging her best friends' relationships.

Bria speaks her mind and is as real as they come. She has been with David since freshman year of high school and they are madly in love. Will that change when a baby is introduced into the picture?

Monique is too naive. She tries to see the best in everybody. She finally gets the man of her dreams, only to discover he has been harboring a secret. Will the love she has for him keep them together?

Release date: March 27, 2018

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 400

Sample

“Monique, wake your butt up and get ready for school. Do not let me have to tell you twice!” my mother screamed from the bottom of the stairs.

I lay on my back and rolled my eyes to the ceiling. I hated school! It was not because I didn’t want to be educated; I just really hated the way the other kids made me feel. They’d tease me and call me all types of names. They called me black, fat monkey, and Miss Piggy. I would pinch my nose to stop the tears that formed in my eyes. Although I was alone, I would not give them the satisfaction of a tear.

I climbed out of my bed and headed for my bathroom. I was an only child being raised by both parents. My mom was a nurse, and my father was a lawyer. They gave me everything my heart desired, but I still found myself sad all the time.

Once I was in the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror. Yeah, I could stand to lose a few pounds, and I could probably do something different with my hair, but I was really not an ugly girl. I was five feet, four inches tall, with green eyes and long, silky jet-black hair. I had a huge ass, nice-size breasts, and smooth mocha skin. I weighed almost 250 pounds, and I was dark skinned, and that was all people seemed to notice.

I was seventeen years old, and I would be a senior in high school the next year. Thank God this was my last week of my junior year of high school. If it were not for my best friends, Samariah and Bria, I would probably get bullied more often.

I showered, got dressed, and threw on a pink jogging suit from Victoria’s Secret. It was early June, but in Milwaukee it still felt like it was winter outside.

I ran out of the house and hopped into my 2011 fire-red Audi coupe, which my parents had got me for my sixteenth birthday. I sped out of the driveway, on my way to school. First, I would pick up Bria and Samariah, Sam for short. My BFFs were two of the most popular girls in school. We had been friends since grade school and had been inseparable since then.

Sam was light skinned, with big breasts and one of the biggest asses I had ever seen. She had a flat tummy and a small waist. She looked like a thicker version of Nicki Minaj. Every guy at our high school wanted her, and all the chicks wanted to be her. Bria had a hazel complexion, with these exotic-looking eyes. She was about five feet tall, with nice, perky breasts. She had absolutely no ass, but you couldn’t tell her that. She was slim, and her hair was cut short, like that chick from the show Empire.

I picked them up, and we headed to school.

“Bitches!” screamed Sam. “Why has Eric been blowing up my damn phone? He knows I’m with Kevin. Just because I let him eat this good pussy doesn’t mean I want his ass.” She scrunched up her face and rolled her eyes.

“Why the hell are you scrunching up your face? You knew what you were doing when you allowed him to do that to you,” Bria said. “And to top it all off, they are best friends, ho!” Bria was the type to always speak her mind. She didn’t bite her tongue for anyone.

“You know Bria is right, Sam. Why would you mess with him, knowing that him and Kevin are best friends?” I asked.

“And turn down great head? That’s nonsense!” Sam responded with a straight face.

“You know this ho is a ho. She ain’t turning down no nigga,” Bria said, shaking her head at Sam and laughing.

Sam had slept with a lot of guys in our school and outside of the school. Everybody seemed to know about it, except her boyfriend, Kevin. They had been together for about two years now, and once he took her virginity, she just couldn’t get enough of sex.

“Well, if you two virgin bitches will start fucking somebody, you will understand where I’m coming from. Bria, you and David have been together for years, and you haven’t given him any. You better hope he’s not getting it from somebody else,” Sam said.

“I’ll pass, and my man is faithful, but you don’t know the meaning of that,” Bria said, annoyed.

I thought about sex sometimes and what it would be like, but I had never had a boyfriend, and no one ever seemed to be interested in me. There was this one guy named Corey, who was the star of our basketball team. I had the biggest crush on him. He was so fine, but he didn’t even notice me.

We made it to school and rushed to our classes. The day went by quickly. As we headed to my car, after the last bell rang, Kevin ran up behind us and grabbed Sam by the waist.

“What’s up, ladies?” he said to Bria and me. Bria and I nodded our heads, and Sam gave him a fat kiss on the lips. “Y’all know I’m throwing an end of the school year bash at my house? It’s going to be cracking super hard. Y’all down?” asked Kevin.

“Baby, you know I’m going to be there,” Sam said.

“Me too,” Bria said.

“I guess I’ll be there as well,” I said, joining in.

Kevin whispered something in Sam’s ear, and she began to blush. “I’ll talk to you bitches later. I’m leaving with Kevin,” Sam said. She swished that big ole ass as she walked off.

Bria and I got in my car and headed home.

I was not your average seventeen-year-old. I had the body of a grown woman; I was definitely shaped like the number eight. Couldn’t none of these bitches compete with me. With my small waist, big ass, and the face to match, there was no competition. I had all the niggas sweating my shit, and I couldn’t blame them. They liked what they saw. I could have any nigga I wanted; I didn’t care if he had a girl. If I wanted him, I was getting him.

I loved my boyfriend, Kevin, but he was starting to bore me. It was the same old shit with him. He didn’t know how to please my body, which was the very reason I cheated. I know you’re thinking, This ho, but there was just something about sex. I loved it! I absolutely had to have it. It made me feel good, and I love being wanted.

If I could have sex all day, I would—just not with Kevin’s boring ass. I had tried to teach him how to fuck me, but he just didn’t get it. That was why when his best friend, Eric, told me that he wanted to taste me, I had to oblige. We did it right there in the girls’ bathroom at our school, and it was some of the best head I had ever had. He licked, kissed, and sucked all over my kitty kat. He ate my pussy so good that I wanted to get some of that dick, but the bell rang, and I had to get to class. I might be a ho, but I was going to be an educated ho. Eric kept calling and texting me, telling me that he wanted to finish what we started. I just might take him up on that offer.

I got in the car with Kevin, and we headed to his house. When I was with my BFFs, he had whispered in my ear that he wanted to beat my pussy up, and my kitty kat had started to throb. Although Kevin’s sex wasn’t that great, I knew how to get myself off when I was with him. Corey was the best sex partner I’d ever had. Yes, I’m talking about the Corey that my best friend Monique is in love with. She had had the biggest crush on him since the ninth grade, but her fat ass had never made a move. Even if she had, that wouldn’t stop me. Like I said, I got whomever I wanted, when I wanted them. I didn’t care if he was my best friend’s man. Just thinking about Corey’s fine ass made me want to play with my kitty.

“Baby, let’s try something different today. Let’s park somewhere secluded and do it in the car,” Kevin said.

“Okay. But where will we go?” I said.

Kevin thought he was the only man I had ever been with. Granted he took my virginity, but if he really knew the truth, he would probably beat my ass. I had been fucking different niggas since about a month after we first had sex.

“Let’s go to Washington Park. I know a little hidden spot around that way,” Kevin said excitedly.

“Let’s do it, then,” I said.

We headed toward Washington Park and reached our destination. He quickly started to undress me. With Kevin, there was absolutely no foreplay. He always took off my clothes and got right to fucking. Today he surprised me; he took my 40DD titties and put them in his mouth. That shit felt so good, but as soon as it got good, he pulled his six-inch dick out and entered me. He gave me a few good pumps, and it was over in two minutes, tops. Kevin’s problems were that his penis wasn’t that big and he couldn’t hang. I was pissed the fuck off, but I hid my anger. I guessed I’d be taking Eric up on his offer, ’cause this shit here was for the birds.

I didn’t know what was wrong with my best friend Sam. I loved her, but I hated the decisions she made.

I had had a steady boyfriend since the ninth grade. His name was David, and my man was fine. He was light skinned, with black and honey-blond dreads. He was a little on the chunky side, but it was mostly muscle. He was about five-eleven, and he was the star quarterback of our football team. David treated me so good that I couldn’t have asked for a better man. I loved him. We were even going to the same college together.

My thoughts drifted off to Mo. I loved my best friend Monique, but she was always so sad. I knew it had a lot do with her weight and them teasing her at school, but when Sam and I were around, we put that shit to a stop.

“I don’t know how I feel about going to this party. They are all going to be making fun of me,” Monique said.

“Listen, Mo, I’m not going to let none of them bums at school mess with you,” I yelled into the phone.

A few days had passed since Kevin invited us to the party, and as you can see, Mo was nervous as hell.

“If I could just lose weight, people wouldn’t make fun of me. I hate being big,” Mo said.

“Mo, you are beautiful. Big and all, but if you don’t like what you see, do something about it. You can always lose the weight, but you have never put forth the effort. You complain to me all the time about how big you are, but you never try to change it,” I said.

My girl Monique was so beautiful, but I didn’t think she realized how pretty she really was. She had been big since first grade, and she always complained about it but never put forth the effort to change it.

“You know what, Bria? You are absolutely right. I am going to start working on it right away,” said Mo.

She sounded serious, so I hoped she did it. “Pull out something nice to wear and get ready for this party tomorrow,” I said.

“Is David coming?” Mo asked.

“Girl, you know he is! He never misses a good party,” I said. “I’ve got to go. It’s time for dinner.” We hung up the phone, and I went downstairs to eat dinner.

“So, how is David? He hasn’t been over in a while,” my mom said as we sat at the table.

“He’s good,” I said. My mom thought I was too young to be making plans to be with David. She had been with my dad since high school, so I didn’t know why she was riding my back so hard. My mother was a stay-at-home wife and mother. She took good care of my brother and me, but sometimes she got on my damn nerves.

“I still think you’re too young to be trying to settle down, even if he’s a nice young man.”

I didn’t respond. I just rolled my eyes and continued to eat my food.

“Honey, leave her alone. If she wants to be with that boy, let her. As long as she keeps getting good grades and goes to college, I’m okay with it,” my dad said with a stern face.

“But . . . ,” my mom interjected.

“But nothing,” my dad said, raising his hands to let my mom know the conversation was over.

We finished eating dinner, and then I rushed off to my room. I started thinking about David. Lately, he had been talking about having sex, but I was scared. Everyone talked about how good it felt, but I was just not sure if I was ready. What if things changed once we had sex? What if he broke up with me afterward? I had a lot of what-ifs. I did know I wanted him to be my first and only, but those what-ifs were holding me back.

It was Friday, and it was our last day of school. Today was also the day of the bash. We had decided to meet up over Sam’s house to get dressed and go to the party. When we all arrived at Sam’s, my girls and I were looking fly as hell. I had on this red Bebe halter dress with some matching red Bebe six-inch heels. Sam wore some blue jean booty shorts with a white sleeveless blouse and some white six-inch Steve Madden sandals. Her ass was hanging all out of those shorts, but that was how Sam liked it. Mo had on some cut-up skinny jeans and a fitted blazer with some Michael Kors flats. Even though my girl was insecure, she looked good tonight.

We headed out to the party, and we were so geeked.

“I think I’m going to fuck Eric tonight,” said Sam.

“Um, you do know you’re going to your boyfriend’s party?” Mo said.

“So? What he doesn’t know ain’t going to hurt him. We will be careful with our shit. I does this,” Sam said.

All I could do was shake my head. She behaved so recklessly. One day all the shit she did was going to catch up to her. I just didn’t know how soon it would be.

We entered my man’s party, and we were the hottest bitches in there. All eyes were on us, and I could see the envy in their eyes. I started shaking my big ass to one of Lil Wayne’s new joints. I turned around, because I felt a pair of eyes on me. Eric was standing there watching me like a hawk. He is so fucking sexy, I thought.

He was six-two, dark skinned, with the whitest teeth that I had ever seen. He was dressed fly as hell, and his naturally curly ’fro was lined up perfectly—like Steve Harvey’s used to be. Kevin walked up behind me, and I started to dance erotically, the whole time staring directly into Eric’s eyes. I knew I had him hooked, and he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. At first, I had played it off to my girls like I just wanted some head from him, but it was much deeper. I wanted to feel him deep inside of me, and it was going to happen tonight.

Somebody called Kevin’s name, so we stopped dancing, and my girls walked over to me.

“Bitch, you think you were staring at Eric hard enough? Anybody with eyes can tell y’all fucking around,” Bria said.

“Girl, you’re tripping. Wasn’t nobody paying attention to us,” I said.

“Bitch, please. That’s what you think,” said Bria.

“What are you going to do when Kevin finds out? You can’t keep doing dirt and thinking you won’t get caught. I mean, you’ve slept with so many people, Sam,” Mo whispered while shaking her head at me.

“Look, don’t worry about me. I do what the fuck I want to do. You tramps are getting on my damn nerves,” I said.

“Whatever,” Bria said.

I walked away from them in search of Eric. I couldn’t find him, so I texted him and told him to meet me in the basement. I snuck downstairs, where Kevin’s older brother’s room was. His brother was in the army, so no one was ever in there. About two minutes later, Eric’s sexy ass walked down the stairs.

He walked up on me in the bedroom and began to kiss me on my lips. His tongue flicked in and out of my mouth like he was a pro. I pushed him on the bed and began to strip out of my clothes. I walked over to him and did the same thing to him. His dick was so hard, and it was big and thick as hell. My mouth began to water. I dropped to my knees, and I kissed the tip of his dick. I began sucking and licking on all ten inches of his beautiful black dick like my life depended on it. I had my eyes on him the entire time. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and I knew I was giving him pure ecstasy. He picked me up and turned me upside down as he began to suck on my already wet pussy like a pro. I went back to sucking on his shit, and I felt like I was in heaven.

He quickly laid me on the bed, and he entered my hole. I was dripping wet. My walls clamped down on his dick as he filled me up. He began to stroke me at a slow pace. He flipped me over so that my ass was in the air. He entered me from behind and began to beat my pussy up. Just as I was about to cum, the bedroom door flew open.

I pushed Eric off me and covered my body. I immediately began to cry as I stared into Kevin’s eyes.

“Aye, man. I’m sorry, bro. I know this is fucked up and hard to believe, but I am,” Eric said.

“You know what, bro? I ain’t even mad at you. It’s this ho that I’m mad at. I guess I ain’t enough for you. Everybody was telling me that you were a ho, but I wasn’t trying to hear that shit,” Kevin snarled.

I ran over to him and began to cry for his forgiveness. “Baby, I’m sorry! I love you so much. I will never cheat on you again. Baby, pl—” I said, but he cut me off.

“Bitch, get out of my face! You and me are done! You will never be my woman again,” Kevin said as he pushed me off him. He walked off.

I fell to my knees and began to cry hysterically. Eric put his clothes on hurriedly and walked out the door without a word to me. I put my clothes on and took my ass home. I was so hurt because I had never really thought that my dirt would catch up to me. I really did love Kevin with all my heart, and I had never considered the fact that I could actually get caught. Everything was all messed up, and I didn’t know what I was going to do.

Kevin stormed passed Bria and me, mad as hell.

“I wonder what’s wrong with him?” Bria asked, reading my thoughts.

“I was wondering the same thing,” I said nervously.

No sooner had I said that than Eric came walking from the same direction, with this guilty-ass look on his face. I could tell that he had just got caught doing something that he wasn’t supposed to be doing. He walked out the door and left the party.

“Something isn’t right. Did you see the look on his face?” I said, feeling even more nervous.

“Yeah, I saw it, and where is Sam?” Bria asked.

David ran up to us and asked if we had spoken to Sam.

“No,” we both said in unison, looking confused.

“Well, y’all need to find her and get her out of here, because Kevin is mad as hell,” David shouted.

“What happened, baby?” Bria questioned.

“Kevin said he just caught Sam and Eric having sex.”

“Are you fucking serious?” I blurted out. Bria and David looked at me with a shocked expression on their faces. I never really cursed, so it was shocking to them.

“We have to go find her. Come on, Mo,” Bria yelled, obviously pissed off. “Baby, I’ll call you later,” Bria said, then stormed off in search of Sam.

I called Sam’s phone several times before she picked up. “Samariah, where the heck are you?” I screamed into the phone.

“I left,” she said sadly.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Home,” she responded.

“Well, we are on the way, so stay put,” I said with as much sympathy in my voice as I could muster up. The truth was, I didn’t really feel sorry for my friend, because I had warned her. I found Bria and told her what was up with Sam.

We left the party and went to Sam’s house. It was just Sam and her mother, who was never at home, by the way. Her father was a known drug dealer, and he took good care of Sam and her mother, but he didn’t live with them.

We walked into Sam’s room, and she was a mess. I walked over to her to comfort her.

“Bitch, really? In your man’s house?” Bria said, without an ounce of sympathy.

“I just couldn’t help myself,” Sam cried. “What am I going to do?” she asked.

“What do you mean, what are you going to do? You made your bed, now lay in it. We told you it was a bad idea, and you did it, anyway!” Bria yelled at the top of her lungs.

I started to feel bad for Sam, because Bria was giving it to her raw.

“You know I’m not going to sugarcoat shit, because you were wrong, friend. You have to stop sleeping around, or else this will continue to happen,” Bria said, with a little bit of sympathy.

“Fuck you, Bria. You know you get on my damn nerves sometimes!” Sam shouted.

“Whatever. It’s not my fucking fault you got caught,” Bria mumbled while rolling her eyes.

“You know, I have had enough of your ass!” Sam yelled and then jumped up. She was trying to rush Bria, but I jumped up before she got to her. “Let me go!” Sam screamed.

“Yeah, let that bitch go, so I can whup that ass,” Bria said as she walked up.

“Enough!” I yelled. “You two are acting like y’all aren’t best friends,” I said firmly. “Bria, you have to be more sympathetic, and, Sam, she is right, though. You need to pull yourself together, because you were wrong.”

Sam flopped down on her bed and rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Samariah. You know how I can get sometimes,” Bria said with sincerity.

“You know you can be a real bitch sometimes, but I love you, friend,” Sam said.

Bria walked over to her and hugged her. “You know we are going to help you through this.”

The next day, I started my diet. I refused to remain big, because I just wasn’t happy being that way. On top of that, I was tired of people making fun of me. When I went back for my senior year, it was going to be a new Monique. I was tired of not having a man. I was lonely, and I want to experience love and all the crazy things that came along with it. My mind drifted off to Corey. I wanted him so bad. And you know what? I was going to get him. I was a beautiful girl; I just need to fix myself up. I thought about what it would be like to walk the halls with his sexy ass. Holding on to his toned, muscular arms, looking into his sexy eyes.

Corey was six-three, with the sexiest body I had ever laid eyes on. He was brown skinned and had a low haircut that had waves rolling through it. His lining stayed on point, and he looked like a taller version of Trey Songz. It was love at first sight. Sometimes I lay in my bed at night and played with myself, thinking about him. Yes, he had that type of effect on me.

The new and improved Monique was in full effect, and she was not taking no shit from anyone anymore. I went to the store and got everything I needed to lose this weight. Come September I was going to be the sexiest bitch at our school. Just wait and see....

A month had passed since the day I got caught fucking my boyfriend’s best friend. Kevin wouldn’t talk to my ass for weeks, but after much begging and pleading, he finally gave in and took me back. After popping up at his house one day with tears in my eyes, he finally let me in, and I knew I had him. He led me into his room, and that was wh ere I put on the biggest show ever. I had tears and snot running out of my nose. He looked down at me with forgiving eyes.

I grabbed at his basketball shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. He was hesitant at first, but then he went along with what I wanted to do. I pulled down his boxers and took all of him in my mouth. It was not hard to do, because his dick was not big at all. I put in work that day. I licked and sucked on his balls. I even went as far as to lick his ass, and let me tell you, I had him screaming like a bitch. I didn’t try to fuck him that day; I wanted him to know it was all about him. Plus, I had promised Corey that we would meet up later that night. You probably think, This bitch ain’t shit! Maybe I was not, but a girl had needs, and Corey knew just how to meet them.

Kevin just didn’t know how to work this pussy. I loved Kevin, but he was just a horrible lover. Sometimes I didn’t even know why I was with him. My man was fine, though. He was dark skinned, with pearly white teeth, muscles popping out everywhere, and his swag was something serious. He looked like Lance Gross, the son from Tyler Perry’s House of Payne. Whatever the hell his name was, he was fine, and he looked like my man.

I think my problem was that I didn’t want him, but I couldn’t stand for another bitch to have him. Until I got tired of him, he was all mine.

I met up with Corey that night, and we fucked and sucked the shit out of each other. What I liked most about Corey was that he knew his role. When we saw each other in passing, you would never know we had fucked a few times. He didn’t be blowing up my phone and calling my ass all the time, and I loved that.

Eric, on the other hand, was the total opposite. I had let him taste and get a little bit of the pussy, and he had lost his damn mind. He called and texted me all the time. Damn, I couldn’t say that I was not interested, because that would be a lie, but I just didn’t know when there would be a good time to meet up. Since we had got back together, Kevin had been on my ass like white on rice. I had even had to purchase me a pay-as-you-go phone so that he wouldn’t know that I was still cheating on his boring ass. Kevin was so sexy that you would think he had the goods to go along with that sexiness, but he didn’t. If we had good sex, I would probably be faithful to him. Probably was the key word, because I was a sucker for a good-looking man, and I definitely liked them chocolate.

My father was dark skinned, and he was so handsome. My dad hadn’t really been a part of my life as I was growing up. He paid all our bills and kept money in my and my mom’s pockets, but I hadn’t seen him since I was about five years old. My mom didn’t have any pictures of him, and the only thing that I remembered about him was that he was handsome and dark skinned. He would buy me nice things on my birthday, but he had never actually come to any of my birthday parties. Just recently, he had purchased me a 2011 Mercedes E350 for having a 4.0 grade point average, and he wanted me to be riding fly my senior year. I came home one day, and my mom told me that my dad had purchased the car for me.

My mom had never come home with another man. She was madly in love with my dad, but I could tell she was miserable. She was never really at home, and when she was, her ass was drunk and high, so I basically did what the fuck I wanted. I took care of me.

My ringing phone brought me out of my thoughts. It was Eric’s thirsty ass.

“Hello,” I said in my sexy voice.

“Hey, baby. What are you doing?” Eric said.

“Thinking about you, and what I want to do to you,” I said seductively.

“Oh yeah? What you want to do to a nigga?” he asked eagerly.

“Why don’t you come over and find out?” I purred into the phone.

“Shit. I’m on my way,” he said, then hung up the phone before I got another word in.

I got out of the bed, and my kitty kat was throbbing the whole time. I had not had this pussy beaten up in about a week. Yes, I had had sex with my man, but we all know how that turned out. The last time my pussy was pleased was when I had sex with Corey the night my man and I got back together.

I showered and lotioned my entire body with Japanese Cherry Blossom lotion from Bath & Body Works. I put on a pink Victoria’s Secret thong and bra set, and I put on my pink six-inch heels that I got from Aldo. I sprayed my body with my Japanese Cherry Blossom perfume, then sprayed a little extra on my pussy. I made sure I had condoms in the drawer of my nightstand. Last time we had sex, we didn’t use a condom, but that shit wouldn’t happen this time. Even though I was on birth control, you could never be too careful. Ain’t no babies popping out of this good, tight pussy. I didn’t know what these niggas walking around with, either, so there would be no more slipups.

I sat on my bed, waiting for him to arrive. It was ten in the morning, and my mom was gone already—not that it would have stopped me from inviting him over and fucking his brains out. I had a movie and dinner date with Kevin tonight, so I wasn’t worried about him popping up or anything like that. Plus, he liked to sleep late. Eric and I were definitely about to finish what we had started.

Kevin and Eric were no longer friends, thanks to me, but I really didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t really think that I cared that he had found us sexing each other down. Obviously, neither did Eric, because he had been blowing my phone up since that day. I had lied to him and told him that I got a new number so that I could have him calling my little private thot phone, as I called it. I think this nigga was whipped, or he really just wanted to bust a nut. Either way, I was going to have him wrapped around my manicured fingers. Just then he texted me and told me that he was at the door. I did a once-over in my floor-length mirror, and I was definitely impressed. I took my bonnet off and fluffed my freshly curled twenty-inch Brazilian hair. Then I went to the door.

I opened the door, and Eric’s mouth dropped. “Damn, baby. You are sexy as hell,” he said while twirling me around and taking in all my thickness. He kissed me on my lips and slapped me on my ass. He closed and locked the door and followed me into my room.

I lay on the bed with my legs spread and started to play with Miss Kitty. He was watching me with so much lust in his eyes. Wetness was dripping through my lace thong, and I put my fingers in my mouth and licked my juices off them. He walked over to me and took off everything but my six-inch heels.

He pulled me to the edge of my bed and dropped to his knees. He started to kiss up my thighs. Once he got to Miss Kitty, he stuck his tongue inside of my soaking wet honeypot. He proceeded to French-kiss my pussy, and at this point, I was in pure ecstasy. He bit down on my clit and flicked his tongue over my pearl with expert precision. I came hard, and he licked up every drop. He took off all his clothes and tried to go in me raw. I stopped him and placed a condom in his hands. For a minute, I thought he was upset, but he took the condom and put it on. He entered my juice box at a slow, methodical pace. I shifte