Page 32 of Made to Love Ya

“Man, I don’t know.”

“Talk to me,” she whispered and lay between my legs with her head on my chest.

“I don’t understand how two people who seemingly loved each other so hard, had everything they could want, and seemed perfect for each other could just fall apart.”

“Have you ever talked to them about it?”

“Yeah. My parents both claimed that they grew apart. How the fuck does that shit happen?”

“I don’t know, baby. But sometimes people do. Sometimes, they find that they have nothing in common, and it becomes more painful to hold on than to let go. Why are you letting that bother you? It’s been twenty-one years.”

“What if it happens to me, Chè? What if I love so hard, and one day, I find myself alone the way my mom is? My pops moved on, but he’s been doing that for years now. It’s like he can’t settle into a relationship or peace or happiness. He can’t make a family for himself. What if I have that same problem?”

Talia turned around and folded her arms on my chest. Resting her chin on her forearms, she stared into my eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about that. You know why?”

“No.”

“Because I don’t ever plan on going anywhere. Our love won’t fall apart, and we won’t outgrow each other. We’ve known each other almost our entire lives. I know everything about you, Zae—the good and the bad, the right and the wrong. I accept you as you are. And you do the same for me. That’s how I know that you won’t be like your dad. You won’t have a hard time settling down. And you know something else?”

“What’s that?”

“Your dad already has a family. Even if things don’t work out with him and what’s her face…”

“Staci.”

“Yeah, if things don’t work out with them, he’s still got you and your brother. You’re his family. And I don’t know what happened between your parents. Maybe they didn’t want to share all the ugly details with you guys. But what I do know is that I’m going to fight for you. I’m not letting you go that easily, and I would like to believe that you would fight for me too.”

I lifted her chin and leaned forward.

“I will always fight for you, Chè,” I declared before I leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

Talia moved and tugged at my basketball shorts. Her hands stroked my dick, and it jerked in her hand as she pulled it near her mouth. When her lips closed around me, I almost fucking nutted in her mouth.

Her mouth was hot and closed so tightly around me that it created an impenetrable seal. She hummed around me, creating little vibrations from the depths of her throat that lulled me into a false sense of comfort and peace.

I rocked forward and back, working my way to the back of her throat. But then she began to do these little tricks with her fingers on my nuts just before she pulled me out. Talia moved down to suck my balls into her mouth. I rested my hand on her head and forgot about every problem I’d thought about before.

“Oh, shit, baby. That’s it.” I groaned as her hand continued to jerk my dick in rapid motions.

I felt my nuts tighten, felt that shit about to explode.

“Baby…baby, get on this dick. Get on this dick, baby,” I pleaded.

She didn’t want to get off a nigga’s balls. She sucked them like she was the one about to cum.

“Please, Chè. Get on this dick now.”

She pushed back and hopped up. My baby straddled me and wrapped those thick ass thighs around me as she held onto the back of the couch with one hand and held my dick with the other. Slowly, she worked her way down my length. I grabbed her titties and buried my face between them as I licked along her cleavage. She was starting to sweat there.

“Ohhh, Zae. Give it to me, baby.” She hummed as she rocketed up and then slid down my shit again.

My nigga was harder than a brick going up inside of her. I could have sworn I could break some shit with my dick because it was so damn hard. My hands wrapped around and gripped her ass tightly and massaged it.

“That’s it, baby. Whose pussy is this, Chè?”

“Yours, Zae.”

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