Page 13 of Pulse of True Soulmates

I’m going to fuck him real bad. Like real bad!When we stepped off the elevator after the doors opened, I glanced downat my baby. Like he always did in a new place, he assessed our surroundings. He wanted to identify the safe places for me.

“Declan, what’s up, man?” some dude called out. He paused the tattoo that he was in the middle of, took one of his gloves off, then dapped Deck when he was close.

“It ain’t shit.” He still held my hand. “Julian, this is my baby, Aeon. Aeon, this is my best friend, Julian.”

Julian looked just as surprised as I did to his reference to me as his baby.I like it.My blushing smile told on me. “Hi, Julian. It’s nice to meet you,”

He smiled. “It’s real nice to meet you too, sis. My wife is coming here in a bit with our son. I’ll make sure I introduce you.”

After our greetings, Deck told me to hold on, then went into a room. He came out of the room, pushing a recliner. After he put it where he wanted it, he told me to sit down and get comfortable. I did just that. For the rest of the evening, I ate, read on my e-reader, met Julian’s wife, texted Fatima, and just chilled. A day that started out horribly, Deck was able to turn into one of my greatest days.

NIGHTCAP . . .

Our date was the shit! When Deck arrived at my house, he asked me if there was anywhere in particular that I wanted to eat or it was whatever. I surprised him when I told him that I wanted to go back to his lounge. They had this salad that had lamb on top with this house dressing that was addictive.

I tried to leave Midnite home, but he, Deck, and Fatima weren’t having it. Fatima came over to style me and do my hairand makeup like I was incapable of doing it myself. She saw me off like an overbearing mother. I swore her to secrecy that she wouldn’t tell my father. His ass would have been there too.

The buzz was real in the lounge, and I couldn’t say that I didn’t enjoy it. If I could read minds, I would take a gamble that the two waitresses that were huddled, attempting to watch us on the low, wanted to know who the hell I was. The young lady patron that boldly came to our table to speak to Deck and continued to look down at Midnite wanted to know what was wrong with me. There was no need to wonder if Deck ever messed with her because he told me freely that they’d fucked in the past. I thought it’d bother me that he told me, but I appreciated it. I also appreciated that he made it clear that I was his girlfriend. He wouldn’t get any objection from me.

After dinner, we chilled at an ice cream shop.I love ice cream.When it was time for the concert, I couldn’t hold my excitement. Since I had Midnite, we used a different entrance than the other concert goers. These types of environments could be chaotic for Midnite, but her training kicked in.

When I inquired where our seats were, Deck told me to be patient. I was worried because I knew the area was not as handicap accessible as most places. When we took the elevator up, I assumed we were about to sit with Jesus, but I didn’t care because I was about to see Mrs. Carter herself. It didn’t matter if she looked like a thumbnail picture. Well, we weren’t sitting with Jesus today. We were sitting in a box! When I saw Fatima, Julian, his wife Jesika, who I now knew as Deck’s cousin, Derrick, his wife Iesha, Derrick’s half-brother, Tiberius, and his wife Leydi, I almost lost my mind.

The concert was amazing! Fatima, Jesika, Iesha, Leydi, and I made plans for brunch tomorrow.Now we need to get Fatima a man because I got one.Deck’s keen eye to detail allowed him to plan a date that was centered around my likes to ensure thatI had an outstanding time. That was the reason that we were in his shower, and I was trying to suck his prostate gland through his urethra.

“Fuck, Aeon!” Deck’s back was pressed against the shower wall. His hip thrusted forward, pushing him further down my throat. I let out a little gag. “Nah, don’t gag now. You came in here with your hot ass talking about you wanted to suck some dick. Suck some dick, Aeon.”

My body shook at the feeling of an orgasm I didn’t expect to have.Note to self, I like shit talking.He was right. The minute we walked into his house, I boldly told him that I wanted to suck and fuck him.

Midnite found comfort on his couch after I put on his favorite movie.Thank God he isn’t opposed to him getting on his couch.My baby was bougie and refused to lay on the bare floor. When Deck took us to his shop, Midnite sat in front of me and looked at me likebitch, I know you don’t expect me to lay on this floor.I rolled my eyes then laid the recliner back. He climbed his happy ass right in my lap. When I told Deck that my baby wouldn’t lie on the floor, he called him an uppity nigga, then ordered him a pillow from a pet store via a delivery app.

“I’m about to cum. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Deck’s nut shot into my mouth, and I happily chugged it down.

I made sure he was drained before I stood up. His head was tilted backward on the wall as his chest rose and fell. As my arms wrapped around his waist, I was impressed that his dick was still hard. When he finally got himself together, he brought his eyes to me. There was a look of trouble in his eyes. Fortunately, it seemed like the trouble that would leave my body with tremors.

Aeon was something special,and it was crazy that she didn’t know it. We’d talked every day since we met, and it was cool. I wasn’t that type who sat up to cake on the phone. She was just so easy to talk to.

I learned a lot about her from those conversations. A nigga had his notes app up taking notes so that I didn’t forget. My father taught me that relationships were work. In workmeetings, you took notes until you understood something fully or it was committed to memory. The same could be true in a relationship.

At my age, I didn’t have the time to play with these bitches. I was looking for my wife. I wanted the babies, the house, the dog, all that shit. My parents got married three months after they met each other. Now, I didn’t plan to do that, but I planned to find my forever and lock her in to lead to that.

I knew that I liked Aeon after our first full conversation. I knew that she was mine when I called her and she sounded off. We hadn’t known each other for long, but we’d talked enough that I could firmly say that I knew her. When I told her about our date and she realized it was a Mrs. Carter concert, I expected her to scream, shout, or something. I knew how much Aeon liked—no, she loved Mrs. Carter. So when she barely gave me any reaction, I knew something was up.

I was at my parents’ house when I called her. Immediately after I got off the phone, my spirit was bothered. My father knew what was up, and I didn’t even have to say anything to him. My expression, spirit, and soul were off kilter because I knew something was wrong but not what was wrong. My father looked at me and said four words that had me make moves.‘Son, go to her.’

My heart broke when I got to her house and walked through it. It was like organized chaos there. The fact that she was in a relationship with that fuck ass white boy for as long as she was and said that he’d never done something as simple as clean her house was crazy. My flabber was gasted. He could have hired a housekeeper if he didn’t want to do it himself.Date outside of your race,they said.

I loved her in my space when I was at the shop doing my work. We didn’t have to talk; I just wanted her near me. Now, Midnite’s uppity ass was about to get kicked. When Aeon toldme that he refused to lie on the floor without a pillow unless she was in a crisis, I thought she was bullshitting until I saw his ass really not lie down. When she reclined in the chair and his ass climbed on it between her legs then lay down, I was done. I bought him a pillow, so now he had one at the shop when he came back.

Date night was a success. That was evident by my dick at the back of my girl’s mouth. “I’m about to cum. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

The way my nut shot out of my dick was almost painful. Aeon gobbled up my dick like it was Thanks-fuckin-giving, and I damn sure was thankful. I had to give myself a moment because a nigga was lightheaded.Is this how my baby feels with her POTS?Her arms wrapped around my waist helped me get it together. When I gazed down at her, she wore this innocent expression like she didn’t just win a dick suck-a-thon.

My dick was already brick hard again. The side of my bent finger lifted her chin to give me more access to her lips. The passion in our kiss was deep as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. Her neck extended back allowing my tongue to trace her collar up to behind her ear. I pulled away, then asked, “Are you good?”

She gave me a devious smile. “Yes, I’m great. Thank you for asking.”

At dinner, we talked about an array of things. One of those topics was things that triggered her to have a POTS episode. In that conversation, I learned that she had to be careful with the temperature of the water when she showered. The temperature in her shower was regulated by the showerhead that she had. I was worried because mine wasn’t, but I’d have it by the next time she came over. “Tell me if you’re not okay. I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.”

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