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I was already going to put in work, but now I wanted to give Poppa brain so good she called my mama begging for my diplomas. I was about to spell my name on her pussy with my tongue, and no woman who came after me would be able to erase it. Poppa had no idea, but she’d just unlocked a side of me that I’d kept under wraps for good reason.

It was now demon time.

Yanking her shorts down to her knees, I pressed a kiss to her fupa before using one hand to spread her lips and expose her wet clit, while the other dived for her now-uncovered opening. I gave her open-mouth kisses while rubbing through her wetness. Her flavor was an intoxicating salty-sweet that had my eyes fluttering closed as I devoured her. Her hips bucked against me and her hands came to my head, but nothing stopped me from my mission of cleaning my plate. When Poppa’s grunts turned into strained mewls, I sucked her clit into my mouth at the same time that I slid my middle and ring fingers inside of her.

“Oh, shit, Jucee! Fuck!”

Her words came at the same time as she thumped her head against the wall, but it was all drowned out by my contented humming. This was where I wanted her. Thrashing and undone and quivering. Knees shaking, chest heaving. She only had one hand in my hair and had used the other to lift her shirt and cup one of her heavy breasts, her fingers tugging at the bar through her nipple. It was such an erotic sight that I was liable to cum just as I was, squatting between her legs with a mouthful of her pussy and my fingers thrusting inside of her. I was so tempted to slide a hand into my own panties and bring my release to the surface, but my plate was almost clean, and I’d be damned if I left behind a single solitary crumb.

Curling my fingers inside of her, I released her clit and replaced my mouth with my fingers, rubbing at her swollen nub while I licked and sucked around it. It felt like only seconds of that passed before Poppa let out a cry that sounded almost painful. Eyes up, I watched her come apart in my hands, relishing each and every expression on her face, twist of her lips, and the couple of tears that spilled down her cheeks. I gave her a minute to catch her breath before I completely pulled off of her. After redressing her, I stood to my feet and stared at her. Her fitted was barely hanging on, one of her titties was hanging out of her bra, and her eyes were blown. She looked completely wrecked, and I loved it.

Without saying a word, I fixed her bra and straightened her shirt. Then I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” was all I said before walking out the front door and using my key to lock it behind me.

Chapter Thirteen

Cyn

The Girls Are Fighting

Good head cured many a thing, but even getting ate out like a Jell-O pudding cup couldn’t erase my daddy’s words from my mind. Daddy seeing betrayal on her face was fucking with me. It wasn’t like I’d invited Jackie to come over, but if her presence rubbed Jucee the wrong way, then it was still my fault. I wasn’t even fucking with Jackie for real, but because I hadn’t told her that, she felt comfortable enough to show up to the studio. That was on me. I needed to fix that with Jucee and simultaneously needed to get us back on track. So when I texted Jucee the next morning and asked her to meet me at the newest food hall downtown for lunch, I held my breath. Wednesdays were her off days and usually the day we’d grab lunch together; things hadn’t been usual, but after our conversation last night, I had high hopes. After fifteen minutes, my phone vibrated as Jucee thumbs-upped my question and responded.

Jucee Baby: ...

Jucee Baby: What time?

Me: One?

Jucee Baby: Okay.

Maybe I was a little anxious, but it seemed like the driest interaction we’d had in a long time. It was enough for me. For now. My plan had been to spend another full day in the studio working on Hitta’s album, but my daddy was right about one thing. I needed to make sure my friendship was righted. No matter what had transpired between us, the bottom line was me and Jucee were locked in, and nothing was supposed to be able to shake that up.

I tried working up until it was time to leave, but I couldn’t even concentrate, so I went ahead on to POST Houston early. It was an entertainment venue with a food hall and was located in the old Barbara Jordan Post Office on Bagby. It was an amazing space, with coworking offices, a massive skylawn, and of course a large food hall. I’d heard of them when Trisha, Xeno’s girlfriend, brought in spicy chicken wings from a spot called Lea Jane’s, which was located at POST.

I was knuckle-deep in hot sauce when Jucee slid into the metal chair across the table from me, holding a tray with a plate of beef panang curry and jasmine rice, blackberry lemonade, and a basket of hot wings. She placed the basket in front of me and settled into her seat, fork already in her freed hand. Casting a cursory glance at the wings, I frowned at her. Never mind how she knew I wanted more of those, I was more concerned with the state of her arrival.

“So you’re just gonna sit your ass down and eat without even giving me a hug or a kiss? That’s what we’re doing? That’s how we’re treating each other today?” Eyes narrowed, I waited for her response on bated breath because I wanted—needed—something normal. I needed to know that she was still rocking with me. That sex didn’t mean we completely ruined our shit. I waited to see what she would do, and my heart split in half when an undeniable grin came on to her face. She rolled her eyes, but there was amusement there as well.

Tossing her head back, she hooted with laughter before shaking her head and pushing to her feet. Coming to stand behind me, she bent at the waist, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug as she pressed her lips to my jaw. I saw it coming and still couldn’t prepare myself. Her movements were slow—almost deliberately so—giving me ample time to categorize each and every moment before, during, and after her body heat and scent engulfed me. That pillow-soft bottom lip lingered just a fraction of a second longer than the top, searing a brand onto my skin. The weight of her limbs enclosing mine, holding me in place while she did what she wanted to me without my interference. The moment lasted less than two seconds, but from the way my eyes fluttered closed and my brain shifted into slo-mo, it felt like ten minutes of pleasure.

If I was unsure about my feelings before today, this moment absolutely solidified them for me. I’d just lived out a scene from a nineties Black rom-com in my head off of an innocent touch; if love was a destination, I’d moved in with my luggage in tow.

Dammit to hell, I was so fucked.

“I’m sorry, Poppa,” Jucee murmured into my ear, amusement woven into her naturally melodious voice. “I forgot for two minutes what a brat you are.”

The contented cloud of pining that had fallen over me cleared with a quickness, and I was back to glaring at her as she chuckled and returned to her seat.

“Or,” I emphasized, “I just want your love and affection at all times.”

With her attention on her plate, she nodded. “You know you got that already.”

I harrumphed, but didn’t otherwise say a word. I heard the deeper meaning in that loud and clear and my heart was swelling too big for my chest, but I didn’t know what to do with that reaction. It was a precarious situation I was in. On one hand, I was trying to hold on to one of the most fulfilling relationships I’d ever managed to maintain, and on the other, I wanted to explore something I’d never had before with the most important woman to me. It could very likely end in disaster. Twisting my lips, I watched Jucee take a bite of her dish, the way her eyes closed as she savored the amalgamation of flavors and spice causing me distress. Of course I knew that she loved me, and I loved her too, but this was different. This was something that made my heart feel too big for my chest and had me up writing love songs at three in the morning.

“Poppa, can I ask you a question?”

When she lifted her gaze from her plate, I realized that I’d been staring at her. Shifting in my seat, I returned my attention to my hot wings.