I could have sworn this man was turning red. “Them? Mi swear, di gyal waan see mi dead!” He choked as I rushed around the kitchen.
“What do you need from me?”
“Milk… how many was in there.”
“Two. One was in the pot, so I just cut the other in the container up and added it for her.”
“Lawdddd!” he hollered and hit the tabletop, startling Bando.
Why in the fuck did I start crying. “I didn’t know, Goo… I was trying to be helpful.” I sobbed while pushing the milk over toward him.
“This shit expired, baby… oh fuck.” He leaned his head back, hopping out the chair and paced with his hands over his head.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry,” was all I could say because he was really going through it. He drank out the faucet and then leaned his head in the sink.
“Whole fucking head is hot, Baby… you fucking hate me?”
“What?”
“Said you wanna kill me?”
I stood with my hand on my hips, as he turned and laughed. “Your mouth wasn’t really on fire.”
“Hell fucking yeah… focusing my energy elsewhere.”
I walked over towards him and hugged him. “Not funny, Goo.”
“Never took you as a crybaby, Boobie.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s annoying. Like a fool cried in front of your mother and she had to comfort me.”
“Why you feel like you a fool though?” He kissed my head, as I continued to rest my head on his chest.
“I don’t do all this damn crying shit… everything has me either crying or flipping out. Bando’s toy was tossed over my balcony because I tripped over it yesterday.”
“Hmm.”
“What does that mean?” I looked up at him as he smiled.
“Nothing… you need to chill a little bit. Breathe a little.” He kissed my cheek and grabbed the bottle of water.
I could tell his mouth was still on fire because he was sweating hard. Because I started crying, he focused his energy on me. Even while he was in discomfort, he wanted to be my comfort.
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Goo held me around the waist as I bounced up and down on him. He held me tightly, while he slammed me down harder, biting his bottom lip. My breasts hit my chest, while my hair was all over my head.
We had been going half the night and every time I got comfortable and ready to sleep, he was flipping me back over and entering me again. I didn’t protest because I wanted every part of him. He reached up and grabbed my neck as he guided my hips on how fast he wanted me to go.
“Who pussy is this?”
I kissed his hand, as I tossed my head back while moving faster. “Yours, Goo… yours,” I groaned, while he pinched my nipples.
That wasn’t good enough, so he flipped me on my back and entered me. Pushing down on my lower stomach with one hand,another on the headboard, he slid into me while sucking on my lips.
“Where that fucking mouth, Boobie? Who fucking pussy is this?” he demanded for me to answer again.
I couldn’t focus on what he was saying because of what he was doing to my body. While slowly pulling out of me, he was rubbing my pussy while staring down at me. I couldn’t stay in one spot because the feeling had me about to lose every part of my mind. All this time I had been getting mediocre dick to spite my brother, and this what Gerald had?
