A Scandalous Philly Love Story (Part 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

the mood for any talking, so I moseyed over and started removing his clothing. All of that talking was unnecessary; it was time to put in some work. See, I knew Bryant was just the man who could get the job done. My team never consisted of anyone who was lousy or lacking. We actually never made it upstairs. He started from my toes and worked his way up. He had this foot fetish. His mouth and tongue worked magic on my feet, and I could feel my first orgasm, as he licked and sucked on my toes. He gradually worked his way up to the inside of my thighs, sucking and licking and making sure not to miss a spot. Bryant’s tongue was a lethal weapon that did serious damage. Once he reached my clit, he sucked it like a vacuum cleaner, taking it all in. He opened my legs wider, using two fingers to work around my treasure chest. He had me moaning and groaning and calling out his name, as I erupted and squirted all over his face. He was the only man who could make me squirt like that. He reached over for a condom and rolled it on before entering me inch by inch. He was nice and thick, which always took me a minute to get used to. Once he got in, he pulled out halfway before plunging back in. He whispered in my ear, “Damn, I missed this.” Our eyes locked with one another’s before he leaned in to kiss me.
    Now, Bryant knew kissing was forbidden. Just like staying the night and cuddling afterwards was also forbidden. I just wasn’t into catching feelings. I just wanted to get some good dick and be done. This was why I stopped calling Bryant for a minute because he was getting too attached. He wanted to stay the night, he wanted to kiss and cuddle. I just wasn’t into all of that affection. Call me what you want, I just had no time to be catching feelings. I tried that before and got my feelings hurt, and I vowed that it would never happen again. Once we were done, he got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. He came back with a warm rag to wipe me off.
    “Marcy, you sure you don’t want me to stay tonight? It is kind of late, and you drained me dry.”
    “Come on, Bryant, you know my rules, plus, I have to get up early in the morning. Why don’t you just give me a call tomorrow night, maybe we can do dinner?”
    “Now, why you trying beat me over the head with that bull? You know damn well your ass won’t answer your phone. You’ve known me for two years now, and you still treating me like I’m some stranger.”
    “Look, when you get your shit together, give me a call. I’m tired of playing these damn games with you.” He got dressed and did what he always did; he turned around and said, “Just call me when you ready for a real man.” I sat there on the couch and laughed because I couldn’t understand what he thought had changed between us.
    It was after midnight when he left, so I locked up and went up to shower. Once I was done, I climbed into bed, and within no time, I was sound asleep. Oh, how I didn’t want to get out of the bed, but today was mommy-and-daughter’s day. We were going shopping and going to the movies. I really tried to make time for them. They would always say, “Mommy, we want to come live with you!” and I just would make excuses and tell them once I got myself together, I would come for them. For the time being, I made sure they knew that grandma would take care of them. Selina used to cry when she was smaller, and it broke my heart, but I knew I wasn’t cut out to raise kids. I called my mom to make sure the girls would be ready. Before I could make my call, the phone was buzzing and I had a text message.
     
    Him: Good morning beautiful
    Me: Well good morning hope you’re feeling better
    Him: I’m doing a little better. I just wanted to apologize once again for last night.
    Me: Well I understand you’re under stress with your personal and business life.
    Him: Maybe I can stop by this evening and we can watch some movies and order out.
    Me: That sounds good to me. I will text you