Page 15 of He Snatched My Soul
“Naw, on some real? At first, I didn’t recognize you. Not until I saw you at my people crib. You still fine as fuck, tho, and thicker than a fucking snicker.”
She blushed at my compliment. “Psst! Whatever. You had me thinking my sex was trash.” She sounded hurt.
“Hell new, girl! Your shit was some of the best pussy I ever had,” I said truthfully, and she blushed again. “It wasn’t you, for real, so you shouldn’t feel a way, baby girl.”
“If it was so good, then why’d you leave the next morning? You made me feel dirty, like you used me. No, I wasn’t expecting anything to come of that night, but you could have at least said something.”
“My bad. I just assumed you knew what was up from the jump. Neither of us discussed taking things beyond one night.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Just know, I never did anything like that. I’m not a hoe. I was going through something at the time and wasn’t thinking.” I could tell she was embarrassed.
“You ain’t gotta explain. I knew you weren't a hoe when I first saw you step foot in that ballroom.”
“So you were there scoping out potential pussy for the night.” Modesty’s face showed her disdain.
“Not really. When you walked your thick ass in there, I was drawn to you. My first thought wasn’t to get the pussy, truthfully. I just wanted to get to know you. Then I wanted the pussy.” I shrugged my shoulders.
Modesty rolled her eyes before picking up her glass and taking a few sips of her drink. I watched her through my peripheral as she stared out at the ocean behind the bar. The gentle breeze played with her hair, framing her face in a way that enhanced her natural beauty. It's as if time stood still as I watched her, lost in her own thoughts. Her presence was captivating; I couldn’t help but to be drawn to her, just like the night we first met.
My plans after I fucked Modesty was to dip and never look back. But after I slid inside her tight walls and that muthafucka gripped my dick like a vice grip, I knew I was in trouble. That alone scared the shit out of me. The last time I had that type of connection with anyone was when I met my ex, Anastasia. But even with her, it took me a minute to get to that point in our relationship. It’s because of her that I fuck and duck these females like I do. I ain’t looking to get my heart broken a second time.
“You are so arrogant, you know that?” She laughed.
“Yeah, I do. So, um… You trying to let a nigga get a replay?” I licked my lips and looked at her.
“Only under one condition. Do you remember what my pussy feels like?” She toyed, placing her hand on my hard dick.
“Hell yeah! I remember how sweet that muthafucka tasted, too.” I was hyped.
I watched Modesty down the last of her drink as I eagerly waited for her to finish. She picked up my glass and drank what was left of my Henny as well before she stood up from the barstool. She leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “Good. Then you don’t need to taste or feel it again.” She ran her warm, wet tongue across the side of my neck before she strutted off, leaving me stuck like Chuck!
This girl didn't know that she had just woken up the beast. Modesty was going to learn that when you play with fire, you get burned.
I ordered another shot before I headed back to the villa. When I stepped inside, the house was dark. The only noise I could hear was music coming from the basement. Kicking off my slides at the door, I briskly walked through the living, making my way to the lower level. The sound of Reggae music got louder as I descended the steps and into the basement. I stopped in my tracks at the doorway. There stood Modesty, swaying her hips to some Reggae tune that played through the soundbar, eyes closed, holding a pool stick as she mouthed the words to “Slippery & Wet” by Dexta Daps. The scene had my dick bricking up so hard that I had to squeeze my shit to calm him down because the song definitely fits her. That pussy sho'nuff is slippery and wet, and I want to feel that shit again.
“Fuck,” I growled, slipping my hand into my shorts, and began jerking my dick like I was back in high school. I know that I was on some creep shit, but fuck it. Modesty had a nigga mind gone. The way she was biting on her bottom lip as she danced commanded my attention.
The tempo of the song slowed at the chorus, and Modesty began seductively raking her hand down her body like she was in her own world. I couldn’t take it anymore; I had to touch her. Seeing her in this element, in those tight-ass boy shorts and sports bra, had a nigga ready to fuck the shit out of her. I made my way over to her. She still had her eyes closed, so she didn’t see me come up behind her. I gripped her by the waist, sat her atop the pool table, and stood between her legs. I couldn’t tell if she was shocked or embarrassed. She continued to gaze at me, her chest rising and falling.
“J-Jamian! W-what are you doing?” She still had that shocked look on her face.
“You think that shit you pulled on the beach was a good move, Modesty?” My nostrils expanded.
“I-I don’t know what you are talking about.” She played innocent.
“You got my dick hard. He wants you bad, baby. Can I feel you? Can I feel this pussy?” I murmured in her ear, then ran my tongue down her neck like she did me on the beach. I could feel her body trembling as her breathing became labored.
“Mm, Jamian, what are you doing? We can’t.” She panicked.
“Yes, we can. I’m about to eat this pussy like a gourmet meal.” I gently gripped her neck and brought my lips down on hers.
At first, she resisted before she gave in and kissed me hungrily. I lifted her sports bra, freeing her big-ass titties, and cuffed them in my hands. She moaned in my mouth as I pinched her nipples. They were hard, and my dick grew even more stiff, if that shit was even possible. I could feel the heat from her middle against my stomach as her arousal crept up my nose, so I knew that pussy was leaking.
I released her lips, and she stared at me, breathing hard and waiting for my next move. My eyes dropped to her chest. Modesty had some big breasts, but them muthafuckas set up nicely. Leaning my head down, I captured her left nipple between my teeth, biting down on it. She hissed, arching her back as she palmed the back of my head, pulling me in deeper. I gripped both her breasts and brought them together, licking and sucking on them at the same time.
As I continued sucking and biting on her nipples, I slipped my fingers into the waist of her shorts, pulling them down her thighs until they were off. Tossing them to the floor, I was so ready to swim in her ocean with all these inches as I drowned in her essence. But first, I needed to taste her. I released her hard nipples, making her whimper and beg for me to finish. Droppingmy shorts, and my dick popped out, standing straight out like a missile. Modesty’s eyes seemed to sparkle as she gazed down at my dick like it was the perfect masterpiece, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Her eyes bore into mine with hunger dancing in her brown orbs as I dropped to my knees and she leaned back on her elbows. I spread her legs open, and her wet middle opened up like a beautiful butterfly. I slipped a finger between her slick folds, and that muthafucka clamped down on my digits, refusing to let it go.
“Shit!” she hissed, dropping her head back as I fucked her middle. She slowly bucked her hips, matching the rhythm of my fingers. My mouth watered, seeing her cream begin to coat my hands and the pool table beneath her.
