“Fuck that. When it came down to it, you chose her over you and over me! I’ll never compete with another bitch,” I yelled.
“I never chose her over you. I know I fucked up. I thought that if I did the right thing, I could save her that trouble. I always felt like it was my job to protect her, becausenobodyelse in her life gave a fuck, but please know that there’s no way I wouldeverchoose her over you. You’re the only one I want, baby. I’m sorry for anything I did to make you question that.”
“You do all this talking about wanting to be with me, but there’s no action behind it, Chase. How the fuck am I supposed to trust that?”
“I take it you haven't been on the internet today,” he asked, brow raised in question.
“No, I told you, I was out. I didn't have time to be checking social media.” I rolled my eyes.
“Let me see your phone,” he said softly. I reluctantly handed him my phone, curiosity outweighing my defiance. He pecked at it like an old ass man who had never held a smartphone in his life, then handed it back to me. My eyes ballooned at the headline and my shock grew with every word I read.
BREAKING NEWS IN THE KING VS ANDREWS CASE:
In lieu of new information Chanel King and team have formally dropped all charges against Chase Andrews. After recanting her previous allegations, there has reportedly been a deal struck between both parties ruling out any double jeopardy, or exposure, with an iron clad NDA in place. So for now, it seems the King vs Andrew case has come to a close.
Username123: So… she lied?
User345: I need someone to hack something so I can see that NDA NOW!
User1234: See! This is just another ploy to keep a black man down! You know he was in talks to buy CNBS!
User456: Chanel has been on that shit for YEARS! Anybody on the scene for real knows that! Getting into fights, escorted out of parties! You name it! One time she got so twisted, she puked on my homegirl’s dress, then tried to fight HER! She ain’t no angel!
“What did you do?” I asked softly. I knew Chanel’s goofy asswouldn’t just go quietly, and after experiencing the dick, I kind of understood.
“We came to an arrangement. She dropped the charges, and I dropped my potential countersuit for the trauma I had to suffer through, as well as any defamation claims that could come from the trial, as long as she leaves me alone and agrees to a restraining order. Since she was already on such thin ice, and I have video evidence of her putting her hands on me, her lawyers advised her that this would be the best course of action for her to take. It’s done. She plans to hold a press conference clearing me of any wrongdoing, and we can let this all go.”
I stood there speechless as my brain reached for something to say,anything, but for the first time in a long time, I was stumped, so I stood there in silence for a while.
“I can’t believe you did this.”
“Do you forgive me?” he asked as he invaded my space, hand slipping to my waist.
“No,” I spat, nostrils flared. I just couldn’t give in that easily.
“Then come sit on my face so I can apologize.”
“W-What?” Apparently, my lower half didn’t get the memo that we were still mad because my knees buckled and my pussy flooded immediately.
“I said…” his grip tightened around my waist as he leaned in to whisper right in my ear. “Let me suck on that pretty clit until youfeelhow sorry I am, baby. Let me swallow your juices until I make up for my wrongdoings. Can you hear that?” he asked, rubbing his lips across my ear when he was done.
I pulled back and stared at him in bewilderment for at least a full minute before I hopped to it. I grabbed his hand and led him back to my bedroom before peeling my outfit off, then my bra and panties and mounting that man's face like a prized show pony.
“Shit,” I hissed when he immediately locked his arms around my thighs, keeping me in place, and went to work. He didn't even try to tease me, instead going straight for the kill, keeping his promise and latching onto my clit like a damn pacifier.
“Fuck, I missed this,” I whimpered as he reached up and smacked my ass. If Ruben Studdard would have apologized likethisback in 2004, I know that lady would have forgiven his triflin’ ass with the quickness. The visual in the mirror of my naked body seated right on top of his face was enough to have me cumming on the spot. I couldn’t help but ride the wave, grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to my mouth so I could suck his fingers as my hips rolled to meet the strokes of his tongue. My moans were muffled because of his fingers, but he didn’t need a translator to decipher what was happening as I shook so hard that I would have fallen off if not for his arms locking me in place. He ate the pussy so good that after the fifth orgasm, he hadmeapologizing and still wasn’t letting up.
“Chase, I’m sorry, baby!Pleaselet me up!” I cried as I fought with everything in me until I broke free from his grasp and fell over to my side. My relief was short-lived because his strong ass pulled some sort of freaky ass wrestling move, forcing me to my back and locking his arms around my thighs once again.
He didn't say a word as he dove back into me, making me scream out and arch my back again. The nigga hadn't uttered anything other than moans, smacking, slurping, and grunts of appreciation for the past two hours. “Please,” I begged again, voice barely audible as I rolled my hips in sync with the strokes of his tongue. The man had talent—he didn’t even attempt to fuck me, focusing on my pleasure like some sort of crazed pussy eating machine.
“One more,” he finally spoke, fingers plunging into me rapidly. I tried my damndest to kick him off of me, but my body was mush at that point, and my voice was all but gone.
Tears ran down my face, pooling at my ears as he proceeded with the most fulfilling torture that I’ve ever received. He was right when he said one more because the moment that last orgasm hit, my body did a complete factory reset, and everything went black.
The next thing I remembered was jolting awake in complete darkness, not even knowing what astral plane I was on.
“You good, baby?” A gruff voice came out of the void. I assumed that I had to be laying on his chest, wrapped up in his arms, but I felt weightless.
