“You so fuckin’ stupid!” I laughed into the pillow before quickly seizing the opportunity and pulling my own shorts down. My dick was already stiff, but immediately sprang to its full potential at her generous offer as I squeezed in closer to her.
“Open up,” I demanded pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She lifted her leg slightly, granting me access to her wet ass morning pussy. The way that shit hugged me so tight left absolutely no doubt in my mind that it was made for me, and I had to let her know.
“Good ass pussy,” I whispered praises in her ear, making that shit even wetter. She wasn’t the only one who could talk someone through it.
“Shit!” she moaned, making a smile spread across my face.
“You gotta be quiet, baby. Remember we in a house full of people.” I said, torturing her with a gentle thrust of my hips that had my dick tapping her g-spot with each movement.
“Trying. Just. Feels.So.Good… Fuck, baby!” She struggled with each word, prompting me to go faster because I loved that baby shit. She could cuss me out all she wanted, but when she added “baby” at the end, that was all I heard.
“Shh, Amaya. Sh-shit…Fuck.”
“I knowww,” she moaned. “It’ssofucking good, baby.”
“Good enough for you to let me claim you?”
“Noooo,” she howled quietly. I smiled as I thrusted into her from behind, picking up the pace.
“Fuck what you talking ‘bout. You already mine, ain’t that right?” I demanded, grabbing her thigh and lifting her leg higher so I could touch her soul with my dick. She was right about the workout, because I was using every muscle in my body to get her stubborn ass in line.
“Oooh, Chase! Baby, wait?—”
“Nah, ain’t no wait. Tell me who you belong to while you cream on this dick!” I scolded.
“You! Youuuu! Fuck! I’m yours! Oohshit!” she said as she followed instructions to a tee, loudly. All I could do was hope putting her so far away from everyone would keep them from hearing her loud ass mouth because I wasnotstopping.
“Girl, you feel so fuckin’good. I swear I ain’t never giving this shit up. This pussy and every other part of you belongs tome,” I said, before biting down on her shoulder and making her body shiver again. I meant that shit too, and that’s why I wore her ass out before the sun came up, making both of us accidentally sleep in until almost noon. Everything was good, and I couldn’t wait for this trial shit to be over so it could get even better.
CHAPTER 17
FEELINGS INVOLVED
King Takes the Stand:
Tense deliberations today in the King v. Andrews trial. King took the stand in a tearful interview with her attorney Lindsey Toliver,detailing the alleged abuse that she sustained at the hands of the defendant. The judge called for an early dismissal after one jury member became visibly upset. Tomorrow Andrew’s team will have the opportunity to cross examine.
This wasbad.
I paced around my rent-a-bedroom, fully dressed and ready for court. I had barely slept the night before because of the stress and was running on nothing but anxiety. The high from the previous week and all our cute moments was short lived because yesterday was a fucking disaster. Anybody with eyes could see that Chanel’s ass was up there lying through her teeth, but for some reason, I could tell the jurors ate it up. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and remind them that she was an actress, and she was lying, but I didn’t need to get a contempt of court charge before I had the chance to cross examine her conniving ass.
This was the first time during this trial that I felt like we could possibly lose, and while I hated the thought professionally, the thought of what it would do to Chase and his family had meseeing red. He did his best to maintain an image that his young fans could look up to, and he didn’t have to try hard because he was genuinely a good person. The fact that she could do this to him without a care in the world made me fucking sick.
“You know what you have to do,” I whispered to myself softly as I stared in the mirror.
New Details Emerge in King vs Andrews Trial:
Day two of Chanel King's testimony. Today the plaintiff was cross examined by the defense team. Head attorney Amaya Lewis took a drastically more aggressive approach, citing claims of drug use and abuse against the plaintiff, and bringing new evidence to light. After a tense standoff that ended with the plaintiff in tears, the judge demanded a recess so the plaintiff could go over new information with her attorney.
I could literally feel the anger radiating from him the entire time we walked to the cars. I knew he waspissedwhen he hopped in his own car, and had the driver pull off, leaving the rest of us to squeeze five people in the back of one SUV. We all sat there in silence as the truck took us to his house for our routine debriefing.
“Well… I think that went well,” Joce said awkwardly.
“Yeah,” I whispered, trying to get the way he looked at me out of my head—a mix of anger, disappointment, and hurt. I kept my mouth shut for the entire drive, disappearing into my head and thinking of every worst case scenario. When we pulled up to the house, I considered hopping in our car and driving the fuck off. Then I remembered that my name was Amaya Motherfuckin’ Lewis, and my mama ain’t raise no hoe. I held my head up and walked inside with the others, but when I saw the wild look in his eyes, I immediately wished I had run away.
“What the fuck was that?” he asked once the door was closed and there was no possible way for me to make a quick escape. His eyes landed directly on me and even though my ass was already fun-sized, I felt two feet shorter.
“I was doing my job,” I said softly hoping that somehow, I could deescalate the situation.
