She looked at me, shaking her head. “You have lost your mind. I thought you got your shit together, but I realized now that all of that was bullshit.”
“I thought you got your shit together,” I responded.
“Gio, there’s no talking to you.”
I exhaled. “Listen, why don’t we go to the beach tonight? Get yourself some fresh air. We could eat dinner out there. It would be like old times.”
“I don’t want old times with you; I want to go home.”
I walked up on her and leaned down in her ear.
“Let the thought of seeing that nigga go, you are home now.”
I walked outta her room, went downstairs, grabbed me a bottle from the bar, and sat down on the couch.
My weed was already on the table waiting for me to roll it up, and I did just that while watching TV.
After the blunt was rolled and lit, I sat back with the bottle in my hand, drinking from it. I was fed up trying to figure out what to do to make Islah happy.
I keep drinking and smoking, then all of a sudden, I saw Islah coming down the steps.
She looked different. She was in a nightgown, her hair and makeup were done, and she had a smile on her face.
“How did you get out of the room?” I asked her.
She walked over to me. “You left the door unlocked.”
Islah stood directly in front of me as I looked up at her.
“Are you good?” I asked.
She laughed. “Yes, baby.”
That caught me off guard.
“Baby?!” I repeated, confused.
She laughed and climbed on my lap.
I was so confused, but a nigga loved it. She started kissing my neck, my earlobe, and my lips. She was gripping the back of my head as I wrapped my arms around her.
“I missed you,” I said softly.
She smiled. “I missed you more, baby.”
Without a second thought, I flipped her over on her back and had her looking up at me while I took my shirt off.
“Do you want me?” I asked.
She nodded. “I want all of you, Daddy.”
I pulled my pants down and her panties to the side and slid in her nice and slow, making my eyes roll back in my head.
She was wet, warm, and soft, just like I remembered, and I missed all of it.
I gave her long, deep strokes, making her moan softly and call out my name as she did.
“This is your pussy, baby,” she said between moans.
