A Dancehall Story - The Trip To Jersey (Paused)

Chapter 1 - Garrick

Chalkline's POV

Here I was trying to leave the house for the first time in a long while and this woman was here trying to prevent it.

"Stacy get up off me please."

She held me tighter while pressing her body to mine.

"I don't want to move," she whines.

"Yuh have to enuh, I have a meeting."

She lift her to look at me and tried to hide my smile.

"Why yuh suh fucking lie? Yuh don't have any meetings today.

I tried moving her but failed. This is what I was running from. Whenever I stayed in the house for too long she doesn't want me to leave.

"How yuh know that Miss?"

She gave me one of those manipulative kisses and I pretend not to be affected by it.

"Because I checked your schedule and it was cleared for this entire week still. We only have a video meeting with New York."

"Why are you checking my schedule? Anyways me a guh studio, that's where the meeting is."

"Stop lying nuh, everytime yuh lie yuh mouth get longer." she said then sunk her teeth into my bottom lip.

"Bomboclaat Stacy!" I grunted.

Two hard slaps on her ass made her release my lip quickly. I could taste blood and that made me want to push her into the bed and fuck har till she bawl blood Then again, that's what she wanted and I am not giving into her manipulative little tormented rass today.

"I'm sorry baby, kiss me."

"No, get the fuck up and guh find something do. Yuh nuh have five pickney to deal with?"

"See how yuh love show off? Make sure you keep the same energy mawga bwoy when yuh horny and want me and I don't want you."

That made me chuckle. I pulled her back to me and kiss her on her cheek.

"Yuh want me Stacy?"

"No 'cause yah hype up yourself."

"Well get the fuck up off me make me guh find somebody who wants me then."

She bit me on my chest and quickly jumped off the bed and almost pop her rass foot running away from me. I got up and backed her up in the corner of the room.

"Sorry, I am really sorry Line. Rember you love me and I am easy to brusied"

"Why yuh bite me stacy?"

I rubbed my chest to see if it was bleeding. She was always fucking bitng me.

"It's a reflex. Line stop nuh," she said and dropped to the floor.

"Me not even touch yuh yet. Get up."

"No, yah guh bite me back."

"Then nuh must. Get up nuh man."

"Call the doctor Line, me feel bad," she said and couldn't even keep a straigh face.

"Stacy don't make me taek yuh up. Get up."

She got on her knees and started rubbing the front of my boxers while giving me what she thought were sexy eyes.

"Let me help you get this down," she said, trying to be a tease.

"It a turn problems to you?"

"Yes, about seven times." She grabbed my dick.

"Boombclaat Stacy!" I shouted.