"I'm telling you this ain't the same, I know he's still in your brain. I'm bouta' burn that shit into flames, once I'm in you."
Beyoncé:
She grabbed my neck roughly as she plunged her long fingers into me. The feeling of her accommodating my walls again made me moan out. It had been weeks since I've seen my lover, and months since we've been together intimately.
I watched the tattooed digits slip in and out of me at snails' pace. This was the slowest and most gently touches I was going to get for the night. She hated my guts.
She sucked on my breast, leaving large hickies on both. My wetness could be heard as she continued to plunge in and out of me. It felt so good to be stretched out again, but it hurt my heart so bad to know that she wasn't doing it for me.
The green eyed woman was hurt beyond repair, she couldn't even look me in my eyes as she brought me to my climax. She didn't kiss me as my juices released on her hand.
She quickly discarded her magical digits from me, flipping me over on my stomach.
"You gon make me show off."
She wasted no time plunging the strap into me. I cried out, I couldn't stop the tears that welled up. It's what I deserved. She was gonna fuck me like she'd warn before. I'd caused to much heartbreak in her life, it's what we both needed.
I heard her lowly moan out as she gripped my hips. She began to stroke slowly, giving me time to become adjusted to the plastic penis. I couldn't help but to moan out as I felt every rigid of the strap stroke my walls.
Without warning, she pulled my body up to her. My back was against her chest, the coldness of her nipple ring sent chills up my spine.
"Shut the fuck up. I don't wanna hear you moan, groan, or none of that shit." Her warm breath made me wetter, I felt my walls involuntary constrict around the strap.
She began to stroke in and out as she pushed my body back on the bed. Her pace was so fast giving me no time to appreciate the pleasure I was receiving.
I felt the tip of the phallus nudge my g spot over and over and over again.
"All the pain that you feel you could tell that we ain't making no love, but I'll pretend, oh girl, I'll pretend."
I tried to sit up as I felt my climax coming. She knew I needed her lips as I reached my peak. Had I hurt her that bad that she would deny me?
She grabbed my neck again, turning my head to the side. I moaned out as her left hand softly pinched and pulled my clit. My peak was here. The coils in my spine began to churn as I climaxed.
"Fuck!" I'd disobeyed the broken-hearted woman, making her anger rise to an all time high.
I felt my warm liquids drip down my leg, I heard her groan, signaling that she was on the verge of cumming also.
"Shit, Robyn!" My head fell back on her shoulder as her teeth sunk into my neck. She'd bit me, and hard. I was turned on again.
She released the skin of my neck, licking and sucking to relieve me of the pain she'd thought she caused. There was no pain, I liked it.
Her hand came up to my breast as she began to sloppily stroke, causing me to be a moaning mess.
The woman was a sex goddess and she knew it. No one could bring me to my peak as fast and as tasteful as she could. She knew that also.
"Let's make it seem like we're all we need, in the end."
She pulled out of me and quickly got out of bed, discarding the toy in the process. I watched as her hips swayed to the bathroom to fetch a warm towel.
I couldn't help but to hate myself in the moment, if I could take my time back from Shawn, I would.
All the years I spent getting the Bajan to open up, only to break her down, and cause her to build her walls back up.
She came from the spacious bathroom, all cleaned up, throwing me my own separate towel. The woman climbed into bed and turned on her side, not bothering to acknowledge me.
"I love you."
"And he loves you. I think it's time for you to go back home to your husband." She coldly spat, making herself more comfortable in the large bed while doing so.
I nodded, wiping my tears.
I hated every one for my fuck up, I didn't want to go outside. Out there. I was home. I was just Giselle when I was with Robyn. Shit has changed, and it's hurting both of us.
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My favorite song by The Weeknd. (His best song in my opinion)
I will be taking request!
Should I continue on with this book? Or should I dump it?
A music book because I listen to music while I'm writing. If I don't have music, I can not produce some good shit.
