Page 13 of Made to Love Ya

She had always been a thick little kid, but she had full-grown woman curves and a body that wouldn’t quit. I had done a double take to make sure that it was her when I first laid eyes on her. That pretty little, heart-shaped face was that of a stunningly beautiful woman, and that had been at twenty.

Six years later, at twenty-six, she was a badass woman. Her smooth, blemish-free copper skin tone was luminous and lit up even more when she smiled. And the smile didn’t just stop at her full, heart-shaped lips. It narrowed those tilted, gorgeous, russet eyes and lit them up as if the sun was beaming directly from them.

Talia had thick hair that her mama struggled to tame when she was a kid, but I guess she found a remedy when she went to college because she only wore sew-ins from that time forward.

At five foot five, she stopped perfectly at my chest. Whenever she stood close to me, she was forced to look up because of our nine-inch height difference. Talia’s titties were so damn big I doubted she owned anything that could contain them. No matter what she wore, they damn near spilled out, forcing you to take notice.

Although she had thick thighs and wide hips, baby girl didn’t have an ass. She never did, and I often heard her complain about it during her teen years. Back then, I was on Tahj’s side, telling her that she didn’t need to be worried about that shit, and if we found out a nigga was looking at her like that, we might fuck him up. I still felt that way but for different reasons.

“Fuck!” I grumbled as I gripped my rock-hard dick.

The thought of those thighs and titties wasn’t helping a nigga at all. I rested my forearm against the shower and leaned forward as my other hand glided along the length of my wet dick. My hips slowly rocked forward as I imagined the tight grip I held on it was her pussy clenching around it. I thought about what her pussy would smell and taste like. I hadn’t had sex in a while. The most that I’d had was my dick sucked by Xanthe. But that was weeks ago, and I needed to get into some pussy bad as hell. I felt my nuts tighten and a clenching in my stomach and chest as I grunted.

“Aww, Chè. Baby, I need that pussy.” I groaned as I picked up the pace.

My hand slid effortlessly up and down my dick until the hot, thick white semen spilled forth and coated my fingers before going down the drain.

No sooner than I finished did I hear a thump. I jerked my head up and looked around, but I saw nothing. The bathroom door was still mostly open. I finished my shower and headed out of my bathroom and into my room.

The minute I stepped into my bedroom, I noticed that the book I read before going to bed was no longer on the nightstand.The Power of Brokeby Daymond John was lying on the floor, and my bedroom door, which had been slightly ajar before I went into the bathroom, was now completely closed. A smirk tilted my lips. That was what her little ass got for ear hustling.

TALIA

The Southern Gritis the place to see and be seen, but is it the place to eat? From the beautifully plated dishes to the elegant décor, taking a picture and posting it to the Gram is a must. As a matter of fact, some people come to take the pictures without even stopping to eat.

Could that be because of the food, or is it simply an oversight on the part of would-be patrons? This newly-opened restaurant on the Southside of Cherokee Springs was opened by June Johnson and Jeremy Spriggs nine months ago. Nominee for the James Beard Award for Best New Restaurant, they are setting the bar high in the Southern cuisine category.

With old Southern charm and familiar dishes like fish and grits, their smoked salmon drizzled in maple and honey-infused jalapeno cheese grits were a hit with my palate and my tummy. The slightly sweet, nutty, buttery taste from the smoked gouda in the grits sang in my mouth. The creaminess of the grits was the perfect texture to combine with the soft but firm flakiness of the salmon.

Their signature cocktails and drink beverages are top notch, and kudos to all their bartenders who serve with a smile and create an entire show out of serving drinks. The outside patio provides the perfect view of the springs at the end of the street.

I won’t rave about the service; however, I did learn later that the server who was assigned to me was in training. I can pardon someone being in training and not knowledgeable about what they are doing, but that can never be an excuse for rudeness.

This establishment is simply one of the best in the city, but it only ranks four silver spoons on my review until the service is addressed.

Chef’s Kiss,

T.

“I’m not cooking that, Zae.”

“Why not? What’s wrong with oxtails?” he asked, holding his arms out with a pack of oxtails in each hand.

“I’m not eating nobody’s damn tail.” I could barely complete the sentence without laughing.

Izael licked his lips and said, “I ain’t got no problem eating tail.”

I quickly turned away from him because I had never been good at hiding the blush when it colored my skin the way that it did. My light, coppery-brown skin reddened easily whenever I was embarrassed.

“You’re nasty, Zae.”

“What?” He chuckled.

Since the night I cooked the gumbo, I avoided him as much as possible. That night, I had gone into his bedroom to ask if he wanted apple pie or cookies for dessert.

I had no idea he was still in the shower because his bedroom door wasn’t completely closed. When I knocked on the bathroom door, I accidentally pushed it open just a little, and that’s when I heard him.

He was moaning, and I couldn’t ignore it. He sounded so damn sexy that all I wanted was to go in there and watch the show he was putting on. My nipples tightened and ached, and my pussy grew moist. My panties were so wet just from listening to him that I wondered if I had cum at the sound.

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