Kenya Amora Moore, known as Amore by close family members and friends, is shaken up by a series of unfortunate events that lead her to live with her aunt. In the space of a few days, she is hit with shocking truths and bitter lies. The revelations...
NB: In this chapter, I will be touching on some sensitive topics like colorism, self loathing, suicidal ideation skin bleaching, verbal and physical abuse etc. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, you could always click off.
KENYA SAME DAY.
Home, sweet home me Pussyclaat.
I was laying on Domonic's bed, refusing to say a word to him. I held out my hand, catching a glimpse of my broken nail.
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"A she do dat?" He grabs my hand, inspecting it.
"Yeah, a wah yaago do? Nyam her?" He tenses.
"Ah" I get up, leaving his room. He runs after me.
"Yow listen nuh, me tell yuh seh me nuh like dem something deh eno" he's angry, chasing after me, but I find it funny.
"All right, suck pussy domo" I giggle.
His warm hand wraps around my neck from the back and I cease laughing. Nothing at all was funny now.
"Dawg let me guh, me madda muss a look out fi me" I tell him.
"Yaafi guh back a yuh madda a limp then" he whispers in my ear and my body quivers.
Yuh try come out and gaah yuh yard yere?
He kisses my neck, licking it and I sigh, leaning into him.
"Oh" I yelp as he wraps his hand around my throat properly, bringing me up closer to him".
"Yuh waah guh home?" I nod but my mouth says no.
"Mek up yuh mind" he chuckles.
I turn around, not being able to fight the desire anymore. I pull him close to my lips, connecting them. I move to his room, still kissing him.
"Condom?" I pull away to say. I couldn't end up like Imi or Skyler. He nods, taking one from his pocket and swiftly putting it on without taking of his shorts all the way.
I lay on my back on the bed, spreading my legs for him. He pulls my panties to my ankles, not bothering to remove them fully. He takes his time to ease into me. A pained whimper escapes my throat.
He starts thrusting ever so slowly, my underwear slips off. I take that as an opportunity to put my leg over his shoulder so I could feel him deeper inside me.
The slow, deep strokes was too much for me and I felt myself tearing up. I put my hands over my face, letting out a breathy moan.
He groans as he speeds up his pace, grabbing a handful of my clothed breast, tweaking my nipple.
The sensation makes me curl my toes and cry out, holding on to his shirt for dear life. I clench around him and shudder, cumming hard. He flips me over so I'm laying on my stomach now, pulling my clothes up a little bit. He thrusts into me in one go and I bite the sheets.
