CHAPTER 33
-MACELLA BROWN
Dating Yanga Bess is like dating your favourite romantic novel character. He is nothing like I thought he would be, he is sweet, kind, loving, compassionate, caring, crazy, funny, cute, annoying and everything sweet. He’s so honest that at times it's really annoying, falling for him wasn’t the hardest thing to do because honestly I have nobody to compare him to either than the men in the books and honestly he is them and more.
I knew Eric Conway was the Eric I thought he would be but deep down I always hoped I was wrong, I always held onto the possibility of it not being the one I know, not being the one I was sold to but I guess that was wishful thinking because tonight I was proved wrong. Eric never got to touch me but I witnessed the kind of man he is or was, I saw videos of him torturing little kids, I watched videos of him brutally abusing those little girl and that alone affected me at some point and how I viewed men. Growing up in the streets I had to learn how to take care of myself, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to survive if I remained that sweet naïve little girl and so I got myself mixed up with the right people or rather the wrong people in another person’s point of view and they taught me a lot about survival including how to fight.
I look at Yanga and I can't read his facial expression nor his body language, I touch his knee and he looks at me without saying anything
“We cannot tell your parents”
I say again and he chuckles
“You mad”
He says, his voice firm but also very soft
“Yanga please. Maybe he’s changed”
I plead and he laughs
“You really believe that? My father can help you Mercy, please just let him. He knows people as powerful as he is”
He says and I get ontop of him and rest my forehead on his, he rests his hands on my butt
“Lets not talk about this”
I say cupping his face with my hands, he looks at me with his lips parted. I lean in to kiss him and he pulls away
“Macella…”
I shut him up with a kiss
“I need this”
I plead between the kiss, he responds to my kiss and before I know it our clothes are flying in the room and I’m grinding on his bulge, I sit up a little and help him take his pants off and his briefs and then take off my very own underwear and sit ontop of him rubbing my pussy lips on his stick cock which feels amazing. The sensation alone is so hot I can't help the moans leaving my lips right now, he sucks on my titties each one of them paying equal attention to each titty. I hold onto his neck as he sucks me so damn good
“Ooooooohhh…. Yeeeeeessssss”
I moan unable to hold myself and as they say, the rest if history.
I wake up the next day and he’s not beside me, I look around and his clothes are still in the room so that means he’s still here. I sit up slowly because the pain down there doesn’t allow me to sit up faster. I swing one leg over the bed and then the other and sit up on the edge then press down preparing to stand up when he walks in with a towel wrapped around his waist
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Our Parents Pain Came With Love
General FictionFrom the book With Pain Comes Love and The Life I Never Imagined, I bring you OPPCWL where we get into detail about the lives of the Bess grandchildren all grown up and trying to navigate through life. Just like their parents and grandparents, the l...