Page 39 of Made to Love Ya

“And don’t forget it.”

I thought about what she’d gone through with Ricky, and I wondered why the hell she was thinking about that shit now. I hadn’t given her a reason to doubt me.

“Don’t plan on it. What’s on your mind, ma?” I asked as I slowly stroked her sugar walls.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t tell me that shit again,” I stated and thrust so hard up into her that I knocked the wind out of her lungs.

“Okay, okay,” she cried, and tears seeped down her face. “It was something Celina said.”

“The fuck she say?” I asked and stopped moving.

“You gotta keep fucking me.”

“Oh, you gon’ get this dick. Just tell me what the fuck you talking ’bout, though.”

“She said she thought you were bringing Cee-Cee and was surprised to see me there. She said she knew that you were still in touch with her.”

“When you have this conversation with her?”

“When we first arrived. You were in the den with your brother and daddy. I was in the kitchen with her and Staci.”

I nodded and replied. “I don’t want you to ever worry about Cee-Cee or any bitch. You’re all I need, Talia. You’re who I’ve always needed. I just didn’t realize it. You’re my girl. It’s you who I love, not those other girls.”

“I know,” she moaned as I sunk deep inside of her.

I bit her neck before I pulled back and asked. “Do you, though?”

She rolled her hands over her titties and nodded. “I think so.”

“Who I spend all my time with when I ain’t working?”

“Me.”

“Who I send flowers to three times a week?”

“Me.”

“Whose feet do I massage at night when they’ve been on their feet cooking all day?”

“Mine.”

“Who I kiss every morning and night?”

“Me.”

“Who I give this muthafuckin’ dick to?”

“Me.”

“Whose pussy I sop up with a biscuit and be begging for more?”

“Mine.”

“Whose ass does this tongue be in?”

“Mine.”

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