Taste of Ms. Alexander

Chapter 23

AMANDA "ASIA" ALEXANDER

I played with my pussy repeatedly as she ached for more. She was eager for a wet tongue gliding over her inner folds, flicking back and forth rhythmically on her pulsating clitoris, edging her nearer and nearer to her climax. But not too soon. The act of teasing always sent her wild.

A loud knocking on my bedroom window startled me and I jumped up frozen like a deer caught in headlights. The knocking wouldn't stop, then they shouted my name repeatedly.

"Amanda! Amanda! Amanda!"

The voice muffled by the barrier between us. It sounded like Anthony, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure. I grabbed the nearest piece of clothing from the hamper beside me and threw it on. A baggy t-shirt that barely covered my pussy.

I made my way to the window and slowly shifted the curtain away to see who was outside. The last person I wanted to fucking see! His hair sat on the crown of his head in a messy bun, the ends of his locs dangled disorderly creating their own style. A menacing look plastered on his face and anger reflected in his stance. He was dressed in his work uniform, his sleeves uncuffed and his shirt wrinkled with the top buttons undone. I propped the window open to hear why he showed up at my place unannounced.

"Dis ah way we ah do now?" he spat.

I stood their completely clueless as to what he what he was talking about.

"See wen me ah fuck yuh...dor ever be fucking playing with yuh pussy wen I'm not around...by the way open de fucking door," he continued.

Whew! I said in my mind. I thought for a second he must have heard me screaming Jamie's name, but he didn't.

"I could do whatever the fuck I please Anthony," I responded.

"Keep dha same fucking tone wen yuh open de muddacunt door," he spat then walked off to the front door.

I kicked my feet as I walked toward the front door. Anthony really had the audacity to tell me what the fuck to do with my body when he claimed we weren't together. This man was fucking confused! It baffled me at how much I tolerated his bullshit. This nigga just pops up whenever he feels like and acts like everything is normal. Me being a dumbass allows him to do as he please. What the fuck was wrong with me!

I twisted the knob to unlock the door and it swung back almost hitting me in my face. He stormed in and slammed the door behind him.

"U tink dis is yuh fucking place? Walk in ah cum slam my door like if yuh live yah! Way de fuck yuh even want? Cause if ah pussy yuh cum look...shop fucking lock!" I shouted. My body filled with rage.

His wrath grew more as his eyes turned into a sinister glare and his jaw clenched. He took long strides as he almost lunged at me. Each step he took, I took one back until my back collided with the wall with a thud.

He used his body to barricade me and pinned my hands above my head with one hand. My strength incompetent compared to his. Our bodies flushed together, leaving no space for air to pass through. He lowered his head between the crook of my neck and I tried wiggling out of his hold, but I stood no defense. He then traced his tongue around my ear and sunk his teeth into my earlobe. A shriek slid through my lips and in self defense I lifted my knee to hit him in his groin. My reflex wasn't quick enough and therefore Anthony parted my legs and nestled his knee between. His action only brought our bodies even closer together. My bare pussy rubbed against the fabric of his pants as I tried wiggling away, but that only increased the friction on my pussy.

"Way yuh jus say?" he questioned sternly in my ear. His warm breath sent my body into a quiver. The words hitched in my throat as I opened my mouth to answer him.