" HE'S WHAT YOU WANT, HE'S WHAT YOU WANT, HE'S WHAT YOU WANT, HE'S WHAT YOU WANT. I'M WHAT YOU NEED, WHAT YOU NEED, WHAT YOU NEED, WHAT YOU- I'M WHAT YOU NEED, WHAT YOU NEED, WHAT YOU NEED. "
Deja never expected her relationship to turn sour, but wh...
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𝗡𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝟮𝗡𝗗 | 𝗗𝗘𝗝𝗔𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗢'𝗦𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 | 𝟳:𝟯𝟵𝗔.𝗠.
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"𝗢𝗛, 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞, 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘." Deja whimpered, her brows furrowing, as Jo-Vaughn's length grazed her g-spot, his hips snapping into hers from behind at a slow and deep pace.
"right here, mama? hm?" Jo-Vaughn cooed, pulling her body up to his chest, as he thrusted towards her g-spot for a second time and Deja moaned loudly, her eyes fluttering a bit and her vision faltering while she and Jo-Vaughn locked eyes, "talk to me, baby, let me know sum'."
"y-yesss, fuck!" Deja cried, Jo-Vaughn's thrusts now aiming for her g-spot, as she bit her swollen and semi-red lip and felt her toes begin to curl, a squeal coming from her lips once she felt Jo-Vaughn smack her on the ass.
Jo-Vaughn's hand crept up to her neck and he gripped it as he bit down on his bottom lip, causing Deja's juices to soak the bedsheets beneath them. his other hand rested on her chest as he massaged and kneaded her breast, gently tugging at her nipple with his index and middle finger. Deja's hand gripped his wrist and she tossed her head back onto his shoulder as her back arched against his chest, both of his arms wrapping around her while he sped up his strokes.
"i love you so much, Deja." Jo-Vaughn groaned, his face buried in the crook of her neck, as Deja's lips sat ajar and her eyes rolled back, feeling his tongue glide across her neck while she whimpered.
"f-fuck, i love you too, Jo-Vaughn—"
CRASH!
Deja jolted out of her sleep as she sat up quickly, looking around her room in a daze while she rested her hand on her forehead and let out a sigh.
"it just had to be a dream..." Deja muttered to herself, slipping her hand underneath her bonnet and wiping the sweat that pooled at her hairline, as she wiped her semi-moist hand on her grey tank top and got up from the bed, slipping on her house slippers while she grabbed her black silk robe and loosely wrapped it around her body.
making her way downstairs, Deja held onto the stair rail as she walked towards the kitchen, seeing Romeo picking up dishes he knocked over from the dish rack.
"how much noise you gon' make before you leave?" Deja questioned lowly, her voice slightly raspy since she just woke up, as Romeo stood up and his colored eyes locked on her, letting out a chuckle while he put away the dishes.
