"I hate you! You never listen to me!", I screamed at Chris, throwing a shoe at his head. "Baby, calm down. I didn't say that. I promise" Chris was trying to come towards me as I threw things. I seen him post a pic of me sleeping and I told him not to upload pictures of me pregnant.
I felt the myself being lifted into the sky and a arm on my waist. "I put it on there to show people that I have a beautiful babymother. I'd hate to share you", Chris whispered in my ear, nipping it. I laughed, capturing his lips.
"Thanks and sorry. Hormones." I whispered on his lips. He started laughing. Letting me go, he kissed my stomach, whispering.
He looked at my stomach with so much love, I couldn't bare it. My eyes started to well up with trapped tears. I pulled away and ran out. I hate how I don't love them that much. I love them, but not anywhere near him. I can't meet his level. I looked around and realised I was in the front of Chris's car. I look in my pocket for the keys. I unlocked the car, jumped in, and sat there.
Bang
Bang
Bang
I heard a knock on the window, making me jump. Looking up I see Chris standing there, looking so sad. It broke my heart, making me cry more. He looked, confused. Chris slung the door opened and picked me up. I thought I locked. Chris started in the house, causing me to squirm.
Finally giving up, I let him carry me to the bedroom. Sitting me on the bed, he looked at me. I stared at him. The tears froze as he walked up to me. "What's wrong, baby?" "What if the babies hate me? I can't bare that, Chris". He hugged me, as I cried into his shoulder.
Laying me down, he kissed my lips, savouring them. I moaned, inching into his touch. He started to lift up my shirt. My camisole and bra was left alone. My eyes shot open as I felt a hand slide down my panties to my core. "Chris...no.....the babies" I breath out, pushing his arm away. "Shh, Sam. I just want to taste you. Make you feel good" With that I laid back.
He continued to stroke me, slowly. I haven't felt so good in a long time. I groaned as he pulled his finger out. Pulling my panties down, he latched on my clit. "Ohh!!!! Chris!!! Stop!!! It feels so good." I started shaking as he licked up and down my pussy.
Chris's tongue had a mind of his own. It was going everywhere. I let out a squeal as it squeezed into my little hole. I held onto his tongue as my thighs wrapped around his head. It was too intense. I felt myself coming.
I started grinding on Chris's face. Closer and closer and close-. He pulled back,grinning. I started to growl but stopped myself, smiling back. I look Chris in the eye and spread my legs as wide as they could go. Let the games begin.
I trailed my fingers down my stomach. Letting it go lower, I touch my clit, hard. My hips buckled as I rubbed it in circles. I looked up as Chris groaned. I went faster. His dick was out and hard. I moaned, as I slipped my fingers into myself.
"You like that? You like how I'm touching you little, tight pussy?", Chris whispered, pushing my hand away. "Yes, baby" My moans were going out of control. Suddenly Chris's dick feel inside me. Oh I forgot how big he is. He was thrusting fast, but soft. I liked it. It made me feel special.
One finally thrust, we came all over the sheets. I smiled as sleep over took me. Today was a good day.
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Heeeeyyyy!!!
I'm sorry. I was kinda making it up for my husband. (Wink Wink). He was mad that I said Chris Brown us rapable. I had to take off a few layers, (if you know what I mean). Anyways. I just got away from him and locked myself inside his office. I decided to write. Oops he just busted in, tryna take the computer. Bye!!!
TOTTENHAM!!!!!!
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No Place Like Home {A Chris Brown Story} (BOOK 1) COMPLETED
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