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I watched him grab his smoking tray and roll a blunt with ease. Even with liquor in his system, he seemed unfazed and unmoved. He sat on the edge of the bed and puffed on his blunt, his eyes distant.

I padded over to him and stood between his legs. He adjusted his body and placed his left hand on my waist as he used the other hand to hold his blunt. Smoke escaped his nose and mouth, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. His eyes locked with mine, and my heart fluttered. I used to imagine what it would be like to experience intimacy with him on a romantic level, and there weren’t enough words that could explain the intensity of his love. It was downright suffocating, and I never wanted to come up for air.

“What’s on your mind, Honey Bee?” He asked, coolly.

I stared at him intently, trying to decide how I wanted to answer. There were a lot of things on my mind, but I knew he wasn’t ready to discuss any of them. Instead of answering truthfully, I went with an answer I felt was safe, but honest.

“Sometimes I wonder how I ever got so lucky. I’ve met a lot of people in my life, but none of them could ever compare to you. You make me want to be a better person because I want to be worthy of having someone like you in my life. It scares me sometimes because I feel like I don’t measure up.” I admitted.

He watched me for a moment. His brows were bunched together as he processed my words. I had been thinking about it longer than I cared to admit. I could be selfish and entitled at times, but Solomon was the complete opposite. He was humble, kind, loyal, and selfless. He put everyone he loved above himself and would drop everything to be there. No matter how hard he was on the outside, his core was soft.

He continued to smoke his blunt as he stared at me intensely. I waited for him to respond, and when he finally did, my heart expanded even more.

“You could never measure up to anything, because you’re fuckin’ the blueprint.”

He took one last pull from his blunt before he pressed it against his tray. Solomon leaned down and moved the tray to the floor, then lifted back up and locked eyes with me again. His eyes had a red tint, but they weren’t as dark as they were earlier. His other hand rested on the other side of my waist.

“I’ve been in love with you since we first met, but it didn’t feel safe to love you. It wasn’t because of you, but I was afraid I would eventually disappoint you, and you would abandon me like everyone else did. I tried my hardest to push you away, because I knew if I let you into my world, I wouldn’t want to let you go. You wouldn’t let me, though.” He chuckled lowly.

“I vowed to never let this go any further than friendship, because I knew you had the power to crush me in a way no one else had. Do you have any idea how hard it was to love you and never feel good enough to be more than your friend? I used to tell myself you deserved someone who wasn’t damaged. A man who could give you his whole heart. One that wasn’t mangled and bruised from this fucked up ass world.”

He paused, and I cupped his face in my hands, lifting his chin.

“I don’t give a fuck how damaged or bruised you think your heart is. You said it’s mine, so give me a chance to mend what they broke.”

I leaned down and pressed my lips against his. They were soft and warm as we deepened the kiss. The music from the Bluetooth in the bathroom flowed into the bedroom as we removed our clothes. We kissed hungrily as my desire for him grew stronger and more intense. Our clothes hit the ground as he stood up and lifted me into his arms.

We switched positions as he laid me onto the bed while his body hovered over mine. I hissed as he entered me and laid his body on top of mine. He whispered in my ear how much he loved me and never wanted to lose me and it brought tears to my eyes.

“Tell me, you love me,” he commanded as he pumped into me feverishly.

“I love you so much, baby.”

Our skin slapped as he pounded into me. I knew he needed an outlet to release his frustrations and I wanted to be what he needed.

“Fuck me, baby. Don’t hold back,” I encouraged.

Solomon placed my legs in the crook of his arms and fucked me fast and hard. I could tell his mind was elsewhere because he kept looking towards the ceiling. He leaned forward and placed his hand on my neck and squeezed tightly.

“I want to make love to you, but I can’t tonight. I love you so much, but I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.” He whispered.

Solomon bit down on his bottom lip as he fucked me. Our skin slapped as he swirled his hips and dug so deep in my pussy, I could feel him in my stomach.

“Unh, Ooh, baby.” I held onto him for dear life as he used my body to release his frustrations. My walls convulsed around him, but he never slowed his strokes. My pussy squirted, drenching him and the sheets, but he kept pounding. Sweat dripped down his chest and arms and I could see the veins in his forehead pulsate. I had never been fucked so aggressively and to be honest, I loved every minute of it.

“This pussy is so tight. Ugh, I’m trying my best not to cum. Mmm,” he moaned out.

When he turned me over and entered me from behind, I arched my back and buried my face into the pillow. My pussy smacked and gushed as he rode me and professed his love to me over and over.

“You creaming on this dick. This shit so fuckin’ pretty.”

“Umm, baby, I-I’m.”

“Yeah, I know. You about to nut on this dick. Don’t hold that shit in, Honey Bee. Throw that ass back on this dick and cum.” His hands dug into my flesh as he spread my cheeks apart. Solomon teased me as he pulled out of me and then plunged into me over and over. My pussy farted each time he slid back inside and my body shivered.

“That’s the shit I like. I love this pussy so fuckin’ much. Is this my pussy, Honey Bee?”

“Yes, baby. It’s yours.”