Page 17 of Made to Love Ya

“Whatever it is, I can promise it’ll be good,” he replied and turned his attention back to the TV.

Izael had a broad nose with wide nostrils set over full, pink lips. His top lip wasn’t quite as full as the bottom one, which gave them a sultry look. Although he kept his hair and mustache cut low, he kept his thick, full beard well groomed. He didn’t have any split ends, and the black hairs glistened all the time.

I could tell that he also had a serious skin care regimen aside from mostly eating healthy and drinking lots of water. His amber-brown skin with notes of yellow underneath radiated healthily.

His body was tattooed from his neck down to his waist, and he had a tribal tattoo on his left leg as well. Although I’d copped a glance of him in the shower jacking his dick off a week ago, I wasn’t certain if he had tattoos on his hips or ass because I was too mesmerized by the size of his schlong and watching him cum at the thought of wanting me. Later on that night, I slipped into my bathtub and rubbed one out until I came again.

Izael had been muscular for as long as I had known him, even as an eleven-year-old boy. But these days, his broad shoulders, arms, and chest were perfect for holding a woman and making her feel protected. His back looked like he went to work when he fucked, and those legs were sturdy as hell too. His slightly bowed legs looked like he never skipped leg day during his workouts.

“What’s this?” I asked as he clicked into a movie.

“Don’t Move.It’s about this woman who’s grieving, and the man who stumbles across her. She thinks he’s this cool guy until he injects her with a paralytic agent. She’s only got so long to fight, run, and hide from him before her body shuts down on her.”

“Damn.”

“You good with watching it?”

“Is it scary?”

“Nah.”

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here to protect you.”

“You promise?” I teased.

He winked. “I got you, baby girl. Come here.” Izael patted the seat beside him.

And though I knew I should have kept my ass in place, I couldn’t help it. I got up and crawled across the couch in his direction.

“You might wanna put them things away before you put somebody’s eye out,” he stated, bobbing his head to gesture at my breasts.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, getting embarrassed as I tugged my tank top up.

“Don’t be.”

Those two words sent a shiver down my spine as I scooted in beside him. Izael wrapped an arm around me, clicked the remote to turn off the lights, and then the other one to play the movie.

We ate pizza, drank soda, and pigged out on cookies and Starburst while watching the movie. I felt like a kid again, and I told him so.

“Remember when we used to watch movies as a kid at my parents’ house, and they would let us all go to the store and choose two snacks each?”

“Yeah, and our asses would eat as much candy as we could until one or all of us got sick.”

“I never got sick,” I replied.

“Yes the hell your little ass did. Remember that night you threw up all over Tahj, and he was pissed as hell?”

I laughed. “I forgot all about that. Okay, the one time.”

“Yeah, it was once. That nigga Tahj always got sick. But I can’t cap. I did my fair share of it, too, from time to time. How didn’t your little ass ever get sick?”

I looked up at him and smiled. “Didn’t you know?”

“Uh uh. Tell me.”

“Girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice. How could I be allergic to what was already in me?”

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