How Do U Want It?

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"Mmh, why do you do this to yourself," the divine pleasure erupted throughout my body, "Y-you know exactly, e-exactly what you're getting into."

My words merely fazed this man, he was, is, in love with me. With all his deceiving & charming ways, plus my treacherous line of work — it was nearly impossible to tell him to stop, because I was in love with him too.

"You're correct, baby." He then licked on my neck, rubbing my soaking clit through my sheer panties. "I know what I'm getting into. I don't care what it costs, I want to make you feel good right now, not just like this," Tupac ran a finger down my silk covered heat, "but in every way possible, baby girl."

He flashed that eye catching smile at me. Pearly whites gleaming like Christmas lights. Even when I'm seeing stars like I am now, he somehow always managed to get a laugh out of me. I loved this man.

He took matters into his own hands, literally, and slid his hand in my baby blue underwear. Slightly rubbing two fingers up over my clit, he proceeded to slowly rub in circles, earning a mouthy moan from me. "So wet, baby girl. I love it." Tupac's words turned me on even more, from curling my toes to flushing my pupils to the back of my brain.

He put a cease to the rubbing of my clit, and slowly pushed 2 fingers in, massaging my g-spot gently. And pulled them out. Pushed them in. Then out. And then some. "Are you gonna cum for me, baby girl?" Tupac said as he finger fucked me.

I moaned at the nickname, 'baby girl'. He knew I loved it. "Mmm yes baby. Ima cum for you," I was practically melting.

If we're being honest, I can't even remember how I got in this position in the first place. Tupac was at my doorstep, we had to have a serious talk. But now? Shit, I can't even fluently speak.

Right now I laid in my bed in some panties and a wife beater, grabbing my sheets and furrowing my eyebrows. Tupac laid in between my legs, which were wide open, fingering me. However, he was fully clothed, down to the shoes. He's always been so generous.

"Can I taste you, baby girl?" Tupac stopped fingering me as I was just becoming on the verge of climaxing. I nodded whilst breathing huskily, as I looked straight in his chocolate brown eyes.

He pulled his fingers out, and sucked the wetness off of them, then smirked at me.

Tupac was just ... sexy. From his high top fade, with the asymmetrical cut & curve through his nappy hair. His long eyelashes that adorned his twinkling eyes. To the diamond piercing in his nose, that sparkled even in the dullest settings. His defined, sharp jaw. Luscious big brown lips. And his body, oh my. Not to mention what he's packing in those Levi's.

Even the small things about him, like his chuckle each time I do something he likes. Or the smirk he pulls off, like 24/7.

But no, I didn't love him for his looks. I loved him because of who he was. His mannerisms, and the way he carries himself. He was such a gentleman. Tupac is a caring, loving, sensitive man, and I wouldn't have him any other way.

But we couldn't be together, not like this, not now.

As I jumped back to reality, Tupac was pulling my underwear off my legs. He then pulled my legs towards him, and picked me up by my ass. I now rested on his shoulders, where he took no hesitation in eating my pussy.

"P-pac, baby please, don't stop. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." I frantically rambled as he sucked on my clit. I felt a "Mhm" erupt from his throat.

Tupac's tongue could work wonders, I'm telling you. He sucked my clit, tongue fucked me. I swear, one time he spelled the alphabet in my pussy.

No, fuck. This was wrong. Tupac and I needed to talk, on a serious matter. I let my guard down. But I didn't want him to stop, no I did not.

The work being done on my clit put me on the verge of tears. He was like a miracle worker. Tupac had my head in the clouds.

But shit, I was gonna burst any minute now, he was licking and sucking the life out of me. "Daddy — I'm gonna, I'm gonna cummmm." I slurred my words, sounded like I was talking in cursive.

Tupac ran his tongue over me one last time, and it was over for me. "Fuck, baby!" I almost screamed as I came oh so extravagantly. He took no time in slurping up my juices.

Afterwards, he laid me back on my bed with care. "Now how was that?" Pac gave me that damn smirk. "We need to talk," I say as I put my underwear back on. Tupac's face fell, "What? Was it bad?"

I shook my head, "No no, nothin' like that. Baby it was amazing, your new personal best." I quickly joked. "Thank you, thank you," Pac chuckled, "What did you want to talk about?"

"You know what I want to talk about." I said on a more serious note.

"No," Tupac furrowed his thick eyebrows, "I don't."

I sighed. "Us. I want to talk about us." Once I said that, Tupac looked sort of sad. "Man, you know I hate this shit." He said as he sat down on my bed. I slightly nodded.

"Pac it's just, what I be doing, and how you live yo' life — it's two different things," I softly spoke, "You don't want to get caught up with me more than you already are, I might get you into trouble, or worse. Ion' want that. You too good for that."

The rim of my eyes were moistened with tears, in which I attempted to fight back. The tears trickled down my cheeks as I dipped more into my thoughts. I loved him so much. I didn't want to hurt him in any way.

He gave me a sincere look. "Ebelle, all I want is for you to be happy. I want to be there for you. No matter what the consequences may be, no matter what extents that I have to go to, I'll do it all for you. No one has ever made me feel this way. I'm crazy about you, belly." Tupac wiped my tears with his thumb, and gave me a reassuring smile.

My mood let up a little, due to the fact he called me my other nickname, 'belly'.

"The feelin' is mutual, believe me. But I can't introduce you to this life, I just, I just can't!" I got up from the bed and started pacing around my bedroom. The atmosphere gave me chill bumps as I was still half naked.

Pac instantly got up to grab me, and he pulled me in a hug. He ran his hands up and down my back.

"It's up to you."

"What?"

"It's your choice. You wanna be with me?" Tupac said whole-heartedly.

I stayed quiet as we sat there intertwined in a hug. I thought about my decision really hard, I wanted Tupac, I felt like I needed him. Tupac gave me love like no other. I couldn't turn it away, no matter how bad my current situation is.

"I want to be with you, baby. I do. I need to be with you." I looked up at him, and he smiled. His most beautiful smile yet, I'd say.

"You won't regret this, baby girl."

Unfortunately, I did, later on in life.

Let me take you back 11 years ago ...