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Kassandra sat at the couch of Jahseh's living room. Milo slowly made her way down the stairs, walking into the kitchen where Jahseh stood.
She entered the room, closing the door behind her. Jahseh's eyes darted towards her, a bowl of noodles in his hand. "Why the fuck is she here Jahseh" she spoke, arms folded.
"Didn't you need closure? So I brought her here." He replied, eating his food again. Milo frowned, walking closer towards him. "Since when did you give a fuck about what I need? I don't need you to give me anything."
Jahseh put his bowl on the counter. His guilt ate him alive, calling Kassandra was his way of simmering down the way that he felt. The was no other way that he felt like he could make himself feel slightly better but inviting the more of evils in this situation.
It truly bothered him. He did shit like this all the time, but with her the feeling was different. "I brought her over so that y'all can talk. I didn't have the answers for yo ass, but she did. Take what you're getting Milo."
Milo inhaled and exhaled, clenching her fists. "I don't need your help Jahseh. If it wasn't for the both of you, I wouldn't be here. Stop trying to be my fucking friend." and with that she walked out, making her way to the living room that Kassandra sat at.
"Get out." she spat, looking down at her. Kassandra looked up at Milo. The anger in her eyes scared her. The way Milo's energy radiated negatively effected her, it made her feel uncomfortable.
"Milo I am sorry." Kassandra bluntly said. "There's nothing else I can do."
Milo closed her eyes. "Kassandra, get out. Leave." Knowing there was nothing that could be done, Kassandra grabbed her things and left. Making her way down the hallway, she made eye contact with Jahseh, kitchen wide open. Jahseh gave her a blank look, him getting a look of sadness in return.
The door slammed behind her and she made her way out. Milo sat in the living room, looking ahead. The feeling she felt was simply nothing but betrayal. Her heart was broken. The fact that she was put in a situation like this so that others could profit off of her made her feel disgusted.
Milo had to leave, the sudden change of environment was difficult to take in. The fact that she was going to encounter someone who threatened her family's safety was even more disturbing to her.
Jahseh stepped in. "You straight?" Milo sighed, running her fingers through her hair. Her elbows rested on her knees. As much as she tried to hold back her tears, she couldn't. "No." she cried. He breathed out, walking closer to her.
Seeing her break down made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't know how to comfort her in this situation. His body ran cold. "I understand."
She sniffed and looked back up at him. "No you don't." she argued. Jahseh squatted in front of her. "I brought her here cause I get it. I wanted you to get her full side. That shit wasn't right."
Milo frowned, scrunching her brows. "What? Jahseh you still have me fucking here. You don't understand anything. Stop." Milo darted up, before feeling a grip on her wrist. "Milo don't leave." he demanded, looking deeply at her.
Her breathing hitched. Milo looked at him with hurt in her eyes and Jahseh could feel it. Jahseh breathed in and out. His eyes landed on her lips. He brought himself closer to her, before stopping.
His palms grew sweaty as he felt himself beginning to panic. Her chest pressed against his, stood against the wall. "You've gotta pack tomorrow." he spoke. Milo's breathing grew heavy. "Why?" she lowly spoke.
"I'll tell you tomorrow." Milo pushed herself further against the wall, breathing more heavily.
"I wanna fuck you so bad." he muttered. Milo grabbed his jaw, aligning her lips with his. "Then what are you waiting for?"
Milo planted her lips on his, indulging in a passionate kiss. Jahseh grabbed her neck aggressively applying pressure on the sides of her neck. The more they kissed, the more force they both applied.
They both backed up into the couch, falling on to one another. Jahseh nibbled against her neck, moving lower on her body. He gripped on the bottoms of her shirt, slipping it over her head.
Milo gripped his dreads as her chest moved up and down, breathless. His cold fingers ran against her buttery skin, causing her back to arch. Jahseh gripped on her breasts as he moved towards her lower stomach.
The more Jahseh waited, the more desperate Milo became. Milo whimpered as Jahseh hungrily stripped his shorts off of her body. He became eye to eye with her wet pussy. Jahseh removed his hand from her breasts, thumbing her soft lips.
"Open." he demanded, inserting it in her mouth. Milo sucked against his fingers whilst he fondled with her pussy. "You this wet for me?" he questioned, looking up at her needy expression. "You want me to fuck you, huh?"
Jahseh could tell he was getting her worked up. Her body was saying more than he needed to know. His thumb was softly placed on her clit, rubbing it back and forth. "Please." she whined, biting her bottom lip.
Jahseh frowned his brows "Please who?" he questioned, tilting his head. Milo's breathing became heavy, gripping on his wrist. "Please Jahseh. I want you." she begged.
Jahseh looked down at her, inserting his fingers inside of her. She squealed out, gripping the sides of the couch. His fingers curled inside of her, hitting a sensitive spot that drove her crazy.
Milo squealed, moving her hands within her braids gripping on them tightly. She panted, feeling her stomach knot up. Her toes curled. Jahseh watched her body let him take control, staring deeply into her eyes.
He could tell she was close, and it appeased him. The fact that he had full power over the way he made her feel whilst completely doing the bare minimum, brought him intense pleasure.
He wanted desperation, he needed her to want more. "Jahseh, I'm bout to cum." she moaned, grabbing his neck. Her eyes hung low and her knees buckled against his hand.
He gave her a grin, pulling his fingers out of her stepping off of the couch. Milo laid on the couch in shock. "Jahs-"
"Go to bed, we leaving tomorrow." he responded, sucking her sweet juices off of his fingers.
