WICKED: HEXED TWO || URBAN (CB)

Chapter 2

Milo Delavan, 4:45am
I hated how it took me so fucking long to get out here but it was worth it. Abella was worth it. A few more minutes and I'd be at her crib. She was probably gone be tight with me but we'll see bout that. She always came around.

Finding parking in front of her apartment building was hard as fuck. Everyone owned little scooters and each one would literally take up one whole parking space. In America, some bitch ass nigga would just move your shit to the side and call it a day. Paris was so much different from New York and I literally learned sum new everyday.

Once I found a parking space, I hopped out of my car and teleported my ass right to Abella's apartment door. With hesitance, I rang the doorbell and waited for her to open it.

I didn't know how I was gone approach her. But all I knew was the fact that I was excited to see her. I licked on my bottom lip just thinking bout them curls, that cinnamon complexion skin, then plump lips, her body, the whole nine. When she opened the door, I inhaled a sharp breath.

I was nervous and my palms were sweating. She looked tired. Of course she was. It was damn there 5 in the morning. Dressed in a tank top with no bra and fuzzy pajama pants. What should I say? 'Sorry for ghosting you these last three days. I was taking care of my son and niece.'

She stood there hella confused. So I did what I did best...

Grabbing her by her waist, I pulled her in close. Now we were chest to chest.

"Wh-" She started before I kissed her.

She ain't pull back neither. She actually stuck her tongue in my mouth, wrapping her arms around me. Guess we could call it French kissing.

Closing the door behind me, we backed up into her apartment. I kissed on her neck as we stumbled into her bedroom. She turned her lights back off and next thing you know, we toppled on top of her bed.

I was on top, she was under me and I was gettin harder by the minute.

She liked that slow and sloppy kissing that lasted for hours. Sometimes that's all we'd do and I was cool with that. She was a really good kisser. These French girls wasn't no joke.

She caressed my cheeks with both of her hands, sucking on my bottom lip. Shawty missed me. I liked that feeling. I had to pull away and admire her. Her doe eyes. Her pretty lips. Her dimples. Abella was just fucking perfect.

I went back in grazing my lips against her neck. Licking and blowing how she liked it. Hickey's were left all over her chest and breast. I pulled her tank top down, revealing them. So pretty and perfect. I cupped them in my hands, just feeling her up.

Playing with her nipples and sucking on em, I eased her pants off and eventually them panties was across the room.

"Milo." She whined in that lil French accent.