Come Back to Reality

Chapter 5:

I guess he likes his girls aggressive because he picked me up and carried me into the shower. I took my hair out of its bun, pulled off my clothes, set them on the floor outside the shower, and put my arms around Chris who followed suit, turned on the shower, then put his arms around my waist. We started French kissing underneath the shower head. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him...feeling like kissing in the rain. He grabbed CJ and gently put all he can inside me at the time. Even though it all fitted after a while earlier, it felt like it got bigger.

He grunted as I was still adjusting to his size. He started to go slow...too slow.

"Chrisssss, pleeeeassse go faster." I said getting impatient.

"My name's not Chris," he said shoving all of it into me.

"Babyyyy, speeeed the fuuuuck up!"

"I told you....quit.....cussing," he said getting aggravated, grunting, and started going slower.

"Pleeeeeeeeeasssssee, goooooo FASSSSSTTERRR!"

"Who?"

"Yoooouuuu."

"Say my name," he whispered in the sexiest voice.

"Chriiiiss!"

"Say Daddy."

"Dadddyyy!!"

Then he started to speed up fast. Too fast. He hit my g-spot, then started to suck on my neck, making it hurt when hot water hit it.

"Say It!" he managed to grunt after a while.

"Pappppiiiii! Poooor Favooorr!"

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmn!"

I felt him twitching inside of me. We orgasmed at the same time. I was losing all control and started bouncing hard on his dick. I felt everything, it was all rushing into me.

When we finished cleaning ourselves off, we went back to his room. I was limping even more.

He laughed and said,"Learned your lesson?"

I ignored the question and told him to get me some clothes when he pushed me onto the bed. He started to eat me out. He was sucking on my clit, leaving hickies. Speaking of hickies, I was just about covered in them. I was screaming at the top of my lungs when he pushed a finger into me. He was fingering fast, hooking his finger so he was sure to hit my spot.

"Babyyyyy, keeep goinnnnngg!!" I yelled.

Less than 5 seconds later, I came. He started to suck all my juices up then I came again.

"FUUUUCK!"

When he was done, he climbed up and gave me another kiss. We rolled over, me on his Mr. Mister when the doorbell rang.

"SHIT!" He yelled, then rolled me off of him. He threw me some clothes, got dressed, then went downstairs.

I decided to go downstairs, too, so I can call India.

When I went down, I heard arguing. It sounded like....

"Hakeem!" I ran/limped in-between the two as fast as I could. I was hype!

"Get the MUTHAFUCK away from here!!!! STALKING ASS BITCH!!!! FUCK YOU HERE FOR?! WE OVER, NIGGA!"

"Hoe, who the FUCK YOU talking to like that! I loved you and you did this shit to me!! I'm about to FUCK this nigga up! Fuck outta my way!!" He said pushing me. He knew that Chris was still on probation for aggravated assault and possession of weed.

That hard push threw me off the edge. Adrenaline flew through me. I was about to throw punches when Chris pulled me back.

"CHRIS STOP! THIS BITCH WANTED SHIT, I'M FOR IT!!"

I was so caught up, I didn't notice the paparazzi. Chris slammed the door shut and locked it.

"Oh HELL no, he got me FUCKED UP!!!" I said, jogging/limping to the couch for my phone. When I got it, Chris snatched it from me.

"The FUCK?!"

"Calm yo ass down and look who the FUCK you talking to!"

Chris talking to me that way was making me angrier.

"Chris. Gimme my phone," I said in a quiet voice as he started walking upstairs.

"CHRIS!!!!!!!"

"FUCK YOU WANT?!"

"Who the FUCK YOU talking to like that?!"

He turned around, glaring at me with fire in his eyes. We stared for awhile. I'm not gonna show myself as weak to him, but he was starting to scare me...it was turning me on.

"Can I get my phone back?!" He turned around and kept walking.

I remembered seeing another bedroom door upstairs, so I went inside, slammed, and locked the door. I laid down in bed and started to think. Why is he mad at me?

I got up, went to his room, and called out his name.

"What?!" I heard him call from downstairs.

"Come here!"

Moments later, he came in.

"Baby, what's wrong with you?" I asked in a gentle voice.

He kissed me softly, passionately, and shortly before saying,"I love you. You're different, perfect, and a blessing. Seeing him made me realize that and I didn't want to believe it, but it's true. I love you Crystal Alexzya (Alex-Zia) Westbrooks."

This man HAD to have went through my phone, how'd he know my name?

"I love you, too, Christopher Maurice Brown."

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