In Love With a D-Boy

Chapter 23

"Momma I'll be back." I yelled out leaving the house. I walked down the sidewalk to the all black benz. When did he get this car? He wasn't looking my way. He was on the phone and smoking? I was confused. I only ever saw Tre smoke in his room, never in public. When he noticed me, he put out the blunt and sprayed febreze before putting the windows down. I opened the door and got inside. All black interior, leather seats, chrome accents. It was a beautiful car.

"Hey." I said.

"What's up bae?" He didn't immediately pull off. He just looked at me.

"What?"

"Just checkin ya. You look good."

"You act like you didn't already know that." He chuckled his lips turned up into that sexy grin. His southern drawn was super pleasing to my ears.

"Ya right. I just wanted to make sure you knew." He pulled off and we went to his house.

"Where Kayla?"

"At her friend house." He replied. I headed straight for his room only to realize the door was locked.

"Its a mess in there. Let's sit in here. You said you wanted to talk."

"I've never seen your room messy." I said coming back into the living room.

"You won't see it either." He laughed. I sat down on the couch and he tossed me a bottle of water before coming sitting beside me.

"You don't know me." I giggled.

"I know everything about you." He lifted my legs and placed them on his lap.

"Sure you do." I laughed and he took my shoes off and started to rub my feet. This man knew my weakness.

"What did you want to talk about bae?" I melted into the strength of his hands.

"Why did you break up with me? I know stuff wasn't 100 but I wasn't at that point." He sighed and switched feet. I pulled them away from him and sat up looking at him seriously. "Tre why you avoiding looking at me?"

"Nay just leave it alone."

"I wont because I'm going crazy since we not together." I said honestly. "You are always on my mind. It doesn't make sense. You still do everything for me but we don't have any titles."

"This hard for me too."

"Then why are we doing it. Tre look at me. Seriously." I pushed him. I heard him inhale deeply. "Tre." Before I could go on, he had me pinned to the couch inbetween my legs staring into my eyes.

"Because it kills me to think some other nigga got your attention. You were made for me and me only. But I looked into your eyes and saw something different. You ain't never experienced shit so I figured I would let you, but that shit eating me up bae." He suddenly softened as he leaned in and arrested my lips. I melted in his embrace and wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me deeply with a longing both of us had been feeling. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him tighter to my body. I felt him stiffen against my inner thigh. He pulled away breathing heavy.

"You are mine." He slowly undressed me kissing every inch of my skin. I moaned in response to his soft lips on my flesh. He lingered in all the places he knew blew my mind.

"Montreal." I moaned out.

"Nay are you still mine?" He questioned sliding my panties down my legs and kissing my inner thigh.

"Yes." I whispered not recognizing my own voice. I missed his touch. It had been so long since he touched me. His fingers caressed the lips swelling with anticipation. He continued kissing my thighs toward my center. His finger slipped into my wetness and I tensed not expecting it to be slightly uncomfortable. Had it been that long? But the feeling was quickly replaced with the pleasure of his tongue flicking my clitoris. I instantly went into a place of ecstasy. I moaned out his name as he worked his fingers and tongue in impossible ways.