Page 63 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

She moans... again and again. It’s mixed with her soft cries.

A sound I don’t wanna hear. My baby is not a baby anymore.

Omggg! They get big so fast. Ugh. I try to block it out.

Lawddddd Jesus. It looks like I’m on the wrong side of the house.

I quickly rush down, realizing I’m lost. Wah the hell this pan me now fadda God?

A who tell the Universe me wah hear mi pitney business?

It’s not even like she’s being loud, I’m just on the wrong side. Their side. Now I need to get my ass back to the guest room. But where the hell to?

A hallway comes into view. It’s wide, modern, sleek, their soft light illuminating the rich marble floors. Portraits line both walls, their gilded frames shining, every corner radiating luxury. I didn’t pass here...

Then finally, I see the stairs to the guest room. “Thank yuh Jesus. Yuh see why me nuh love big house?”

I’m about to turn when a pair of hazel eyes stare back at me from one of the portraits. What the hell? My brows knit together, my breath catches. I step closer...

And closer. It’s... him.

I run my nails over the frame, the cold surface under my fingertips, and then I feel it. My heart skipping. The old memories hit me harder than I expected. My cheeks flush, and my eyes water.

“Michelle?” Mommy calls out. I jerk back, pulling myself from the portrait.

“A wah’m?” she’s curious.

“Mi just love how dem do the hallway with the portraits, looks... really nice,” I quickly say. She nods and walk back to the room, but I keep stealing glances back at it, at him, wistfully, my heart hammering, my cheeks still burning.

I coat the rag with his Axe body wash, move up and get back to rubbing his tattooed chest. Mi feel like I could get a climax just by being on the receiving end of one of his stares.

He towers over me. I look up at him from under my lashes, my hands still running against his skin gently. Ouuu. Moments after, I grab a comb. He seems confused, but remains quiet. I tip toe and kiss his lips before I grab his hair.

“Mi probably affi go sit down,” he tells me. “Since yuh so short.”

“Whatever,” I roll my eyes. He pushes me up against the wall.

Ouu.. again. This time, it serious. His hand wrapped around my throat.

His ‘glare’ as he chokes me, makes me squirm.

On my tippies, I bite down in my lip, hands around his neck pulling him down to my height.

He leans over, his tattooed hand pressing into the wall, his breath against my skin.

“Yuh so short,” he jokes before he drops his hands to my waist and lifts me up. The bwoy mek it seem like mi light as a cork. Dat shit is a turn on. My eyes melts in his. He’s hard, I feel him jabbing my belly.

I gently throw my head head back against the wall when his soft lips come into contact with the skin just below my ear.

“See how yuh mek eh’ killa feel?” he has me hooked in the corner. It’s the best feeling in the worldddddd.

I stare deep in his eyes, not knowing what to say. Then I finally say what I want. Not with words, but with my eyes. I dip my eyes low. It’s crazy how he knows how to read me like a book.

“You wan’ clean off the rifle?” he smirks. I smile shyly.

Smirking, he puts me down. I stare up at him. He breathes out, tilts his head, eyes fixed on me, as if I’m the only girl in his world. I actually feel like I am.

“So yuh love man inna yuh mouth?” he teases.

“I guess,” It comes out too soft.

It’s my favorite thing to do, actually. I like making my man feel good. Period.

NICKOI With my back pressed against the glass, head thrown back, I stare at the ceiling. She grabs a hold of me, glides her soft hands up and down, and puts it in her mouth. I look down at the view. Har batty big so?

Pretty eyes on me, skin clean like Jesus police record—yet with all this, what captures me the most, is those two dimples in her back and the effect of her thick thighs and her hips as she kneels in the shower for me.

My blood runs cold, she deep throats me.

Eyes teary. Lips swollen. Veins in her neck, she keeps bobbing her head.

Saliva runs down. Minutes pass, I lean in to smack her ass.

She’s moaning softly. She ‘hawks’ and spits on my length, running her fingers down and swallows me whole.

My head raises, body tenses, and my eyes roll back. I groan.

I reach for her ass, but miss. “Head game... lethal.” I rasp. She glares in my eyes and stops her breath. A the likkkle teacher girl this me really tun ina’ demon?

I try to move, but it feels like my body is tied down by invisible ropes. I feel myself growing harder in her mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut. Her hips sways, causing a rhythmic clap as her ass cheeks meet. Her tongue, soft and serpentine, coils around me.

“Zara..” I strain.

She doesn’t allow me to cum, she moves back purposely making me push myself off the wall with a smirk.

“Think yuh easy?” I pump the head and stand over her. “Open yuh mouth.”

She sits back and parts those clean, thick thighs. She holds her ankles. The anklet dangles. Her toes are white. Pum-pum pretty. I bite my lip and cum on her face. She licks it up. “You a the best,” I tell her.

She just stares at me. “You believe me?” She doesn’t respond. “Hmm?” Still, no response.

I lift her up. “Yuh believe me?” I’m more aggressive now as I hold her in my arms and bury my 9 inches into her.

“Show... me...” she gets out. I don’t respond.

Just as requested, I begin to show her. Her moans sound different now. She screams louder, almost losing her voice. I dig deeper, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. One filled with unexplainable emotions.

“Yuh feel it now?” I almost shout at her.

She’s crying. I give her deep, slow strokes.

She’s nodding. Once she feels that, she slowly rotates her hips.

I feel my breathing sharpening. With her legs wrapped around me, I lean us forward and pound into her deeply.

She grips onto my shoulders, legs hooked around me to stop her from falling.

Laughing with tears in her eyes, she throws her head back.

Her real hair is drenched, cascading down, almost touching the floor.

She’s crying. I don’t know why, but her sobs are a turn on.

“Nickoi...” she cries.

I kiss her lips, still stabbing in her. Her warmth envelops me, causing a chill to run down my spine. My erection throbs and swells inside her, making me feel on the verge of a powerful, overwhelming release.

“Mommy...” I think I hear her say.

I slap her ass. “Weh you a bawl fa? Tek buddy gyal,” I tease her and feel the strangest sensation.

She smiles, eyes low and dazed. “Why you go silent?” she whispers. She tightens around me.

I close my eyes. Weakness. She does it again.

I curse this time, that and the feeling that’s building makes goosebumps clutter my skin.

It’s something stronger rising in me that transcends mere pleasure.

It feels like something inside her, something special inside her, that’s gradually intertwining with me, merging in a way that’s beyond just getting a good release.

This shit is deeper than that. Right now mi feel like a mi wife dis. Feel like she a lick mi chip.

“Zaraaa weh yaw do to me?” I groan. She hides her face in my neck. “Look inna man face when me a talk to yuh,” I sound angry, but I’m far from that.

She meets my gaze. “You feel that?” I jerk in her. She’s trembling.

“Mi feel it..” her voice in a plea.

“Mi can cum inna yuh?”

“Noo,” she whines. Her legs are still shaking.

I know she’s about to cum too. It’s the look in her eyes.

“Anything yuh say a law Mami,” I pull out, already missing her.

She squirts. I stare at her with a cold expression, feeling conceited that this is all me—as a killa.

I lean against the wall. She stands in front of me, staring silently. I hug her ass and squeeze a layer of sperm onto her stomach, and watch it trickle down to her thighs.

Our eyes connect again. “Forever this enuh b.” I smirk.

“... And a day,” she adds.

ZARA

“Why yah act so miserable?” Nickoi asks, chuckling.

I hiss. “Mi tell yuh say mi just wah bathe so mi can sleep and it was likkle after 12 and yuh mek mi miss mi sleep,”

I frown looking at the time. It’s 2:30 AM. We’ve been at it for a while now and I feel so tired and sore. Try be careful.

I’m on pills so I don’t need to worry but I’m mad at Nickoi for not listening. I glare at him as he laughs on the bed. “I hate you,” I joke. Of course mi nuh mean that. Mi know yuh love him lakka cook food. I laugh. “Yah laugh bout?” he questions.

“You,” I tell him and he puts his hand on my thigh. I move over from him. “Yuh nuh have no chill?” I ask him.

He stays quiet. I sigh. “Now come,” I get out of the bed putting on one of his polo shirt that swallows me. Aww.

He looks at me laughing. I grab the comb from the bathroom floor and my face flushes as I remember how crazy we both were before I walk back to the room picking up the hair oil from the dresser. I climb on the bed. Him done mess up mi sleep schedule.

He sighs. “Now yah go fix mi hair?”

By his tone mi know him nuh want it comb. Him lucky look how him mess up my plan, mi could a deh sleep right now but no him wah sex.

Unuh funny bad, my subconscious laughs.

I start combing his hair while putting oil in the roots.

His hair isn’t hard to comb, so it’s making my job easy.

I notice that he’s making a video of me combing his hair as he bites his lip and I roll my eyes, focusing on his hair.

I plait until my hands get tired and he falls asleep.

I’m tired too. I look at the time and it’s 5 AM. No Zara yuh need fi sleep.

I have a few more rows left so I’m going to finish it.

So determined huh? That’s because I know he’s going to be on the road and a me trouble him hair.

I continue plaiting his hair until I’m finally finished.

I take an elastic band off the chest of drawers before I pull his hair to the back and lie down beside him.

I pull the cover over my body and fall asleep.