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Don Caselli

Recommendation: Listen to Mirror by Neyo

I held her around the waist and pulled her up as I bit down on my bottom lip while watching my dick fall out of her. She looked down at me as she tried to hold on to my chest, wondering what I was doing. I was admiring how her pussy gripped my shit like it was always supposed to be there.

“Don, what you doing?” she moaned, as I slammed her back down onto my dick, and she gasped, scratching my chest.

My hands remained on her hips, squeezing them while she bounced up and down. “Open your eyes, Pooh… let me see you,” I grunted.

She slowly opened her eyes and then looked down into mine.

Her hand ran through her curls as she continued to bounce, and her breast slapped her chest harder with each bounce.

She tucked her bottom lip in and bit down on it while her body fell in line with mine.

Removing one hand from her waist, I grabbed a handful of her ass while she quietly squealed.

Her moans was music to my ears. Like my favorite song playing on a loop on a sunny day. I could hear her soft moans and begging for the rest of my life if she would have allowed me. Her waist beads slapped against her skin the harder she came down on me.

I stared up at her at the same time she looked down at me and I saw it.

That look .

It was the same look that I had been given any time I found myself in this position. The same look that forced me to cut all ties with any woman that gave it to me. A look that I couldn’t afford to ignore because I couldn’t give them what they expected.

Slapping her ass, as our eyes were locked, did nothing. This look felt different to me. I wasn’t ready to remove her from my life. I wanted her to stare at me like this. I wanted to know the thoughts behind this look.

“This mine?”

She nodded her head yes, as she tried to grip anything. Her hands holding her curls up would have to do, because I gripped her hips and moved it slowly while staring up at her, waiting for the verbal answer I needed.

“Hmm,” she moaned.

“Answer the question for me, Navy… I wanna hear the fucking words.”

I could see the smirk rise on her lips as she ignored me, knowing I wanted to hear her say it. Fuck want; I needed her to tell me this shit was mine.

I’ve never been the type to throw claims on pussy, but this one was mine. I couldn’t allow another nigga to feel what she was making me feel. The looks that she gave me, as her lips parted while she begged for more.

I’d fuck around and wipe a nigga’s grandmama’s account clean and put the family’s house in foreclosure fucking around with mine.

“You need to tell meee,” she cooed out.

I held onto her tighter and slammed her down harder on me, and I could see her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she tried to remain strong. “Fuck I said, Navy?”

“Pooh,” she corrected me.

“Fuck I said?”

She remained quiet, giving me more hell than she knew. I flipped her onto her back and slid inside of her slowly, while putting that leg up on the headboard. Holding onto that leg and the headboard, I slammed into her pussy.

The sound of the wetness and her coos drove me insane. “Tell me something, Navy.”

She couldn’t focus on my eyes because I was so deep into her. I pulled out of her, and she started leaking like I unstopped a tub. Shoving all of me back inside of her, I sucked on her neck, pulling away and kissing her lips.

“What you want me to tell you, baby?”

The word baby on her lips felt so fucking good. I don’t know how it was possible for me to be even harder, but a nigga was. “Say it again for me.”

“Baby.”

“Again.”

“Bayyybeee!” she screamed out, as I put both those legs up by her ear. Delivering a slap on her ass, she tried to reach and hold on to my arms like she was about to erupt.

“This shit mine, Bleu?”

“Strangers, ummm, ehh,” she moaned out as I fucked her pussy harder.

Never pulling out but holding her right where I wanted her. Sucking on her lips while staring right into her eyes, while pushing even deeper. Hitting her spot while marking my spot inside of her.

A spot that was reserved for me to hit every time I slid right inside of her.

“Don’t wanna be a stranger to you no fucking more,” my husky voice caressed her eardrums as she tried to kiss my lips, and I pulled back. “Is this pussy mine, Navy?”

She stared right into my eyes. “Uh huh… it’s yours… don’t hurt me, baby.”

Kissing her lips, I replied, “Never.”

Pulling up, my body jerked after I slammed myself into her, pulling out before shoving it back into her as she sucked me up into her. Both of us released while I held her thighs up in the air.

Collapsing on the side of her, I pulled her back over toward me and wrapped her in my arms. The humming of the air conditioner was the only sound, along with us catching our breath.

The sun hadn’t even come up, but when I rolled over, I had to have her.

She slept on her stomach with her legs spread apart.

Tossing her leg over me, she pulled the covers back over us and I heard her softly snoring as I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

The sound of banging pots and pans, and the smell of bacon, pulled me out of my sleep.

I was asleep on my stomach and could feel the cold air from the air conditioner on my back.

Lifting my head, I looked out the window, and the sun was now up.

My phone sat on the nightstand, and the sounds of scraping sounded again.

Menace: Come see me.

I looked at the text message that Menace had sent me this morning and grabbed my briefs that were across the bed.

Stepping into them, I sat back onto the bed and scrolled through my phone to see what else I was missing.

There was a few messages from Corleon about handling something, but Aimee had handled it for me.

Aimee: Lunch with me and Rory?

I laughed at her message because we had been supposed to get together since graduating.

The only reason we had remained consistent with our friendship was because of school.

We had to see each other, so now that we didn’t have school to keep us up to date with each other, it was easier for time to pass without linking.

Me: Yeah… I got you.

I returned a few text messages and ignored Kennedy’s message before putting my phone back down. My body was tired from fucking the shit out of Navy this morning. She had me feeling like a sucka because while I was up here sleep on my stomach like a baby; she was downstairs.

Soon as I opened the door, the smell of bacon was stronger, and music and Navy singing could be heard. I dipped into the bathroom before heading downstairs, where I found her flipping pancakes.

There were grocery bags on the counter, along with all the ingredients for breakfast. She turned around with the mixing bowl in her hand and jumped when she saw me.

She was so damn beautiful with her hair pulled into a bun, wearing one of my shirts and my house slippers on her feet.

The size swallowed her feet up, but she made do with them.

“Morning, sleepy face. I tried to wake you, and you were so quiet.”

John Legend’s “So High” played low in the background, as she went to pause the song. “Morning… you went out?”

“No, I ordered groceries on my grocery app for the nearest supermarkets. I figured you would like to wake up to breakfast.”

Her standing in the kitchen, the smell of breakfast being cooked, and the warmth that lit up the house had me feeling overstimulated or maybe overwhelmed. Either way, I pulled the drawer out in the kitchen and grabbed a black and mild.

“Give me a minute… cool?”

She nodded her head. “Take your time.”

I headed toward the back porch, and sat down in the chair, sparking the black and mild. Taking a pull, I looked around the bare backyard. So much had changed back here. There used to be thick ass trees that hid everything around the fence, but the neighbors had petitioned to get them removed.

This house meant everything to me because it had been home.

I was too young to really remember our home that we shared with my parents.

All I could remember was this house. Menace tried like hell to make this house into a home, and to make sure we always had everything we needed.

He took the basement because he wanted to make sure we all had our own rooms. Although Jeffie shared with Zoya because they were close, and Angelica had taken over the room that was meant for Menace.

He gave it to her and took the unfinished basement, where he spent most of his time. There was so much I remembered about our time in this house. My brother’s presence was a surprise because he was always gone.

Always doing.

I never pretended to know the shit he went through or the pain he carried. There was so much that I knew Menace had and wore on his back that he would never talk to us about. Kora was his secret keeper. She knew more about him than me and Zoya, and I wished he opened up to me.

He was so hardened.

Not able to let down his walls, even when it came to his own family.

I wanted to be my brother’s keeper, but it was hard when we both acted the same when it came to letting people in.

How could we get to the point where I could vent to my brother, and he could do the same to me?

Seeing Navy downstairs cooking, bringing life back into this home had me slightly emotional.

It reminded me of times when Zoya would be doing her homework at the counter, I would be at the kitchen table while Kora and Angelica cooked dinner together.

The TV would be on in the next room, and Corleon and Jeffie would be watching the world news together.

Everyone had their own corner of the house, but the main living area was important to us.

Being in each other’s space but not crowding it was something that I missed.

Menace, every so often, would come up from the basement and would grab what Angelica would make him.