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“Ezra!” She whined with her eyes squeezed shut. I couldn’t shut my eyes though. I wanted to look right at her while I made her come over and over, up and down my dick. I looked down and bit my bottom lip when I saw how slick my dick was from her cunt.
I lost myself inside of her in the best way. I needed to control something. I needed to feel like I was in charge of my life at that moment. I bent Solana up in the most sadistic ways and fucked her like I had no morals all over her room. All over every single wall and surface until we knocked down pictures hung on the walls and perfume and lotion bottles gathered on her dresser. I fucked her up against the window, pressing her thick chocolate ass against the glass. I didn’t care who saw what.
We ended up in the hallway against the rail. Solana was bent over with her legs locked around my back. I don’t even know how that shit happened but I’d never been so grateful to be with a yogi. Her body was amazing.
When I couldn’t hold on anymore, I held her in place and shot my seed deep inside of her. I finally shut my eyes. I was spent. My muscles were useless. I let Solo down and she slid to the floor, trembling. Sweat glistened on her gorgeous cocoa skin and tears tinted the whites of her red.
She looked like she’d been through war.
Damn.
“You okay?” I asked her, resting against the wall.
“Um…I don’t know,” she creaked. Her voice was raspy and raw and nothing like the sweet soft song it usually was. She smoothed a hand over her hair in vain. It was too fucked up to save by smoothing. Rogue spirals stuck up from her head like antennas searching for a signal.
“You need help getting up?” I asked her. She didn’t speak. She only nodded. I reached down and scooped her up tossing her over my shoulder. I plopped her down on the mattress and she curled up, yanking the sheet over her naked body. “Yo, Solo,” I called out. I wanted to know if she wanted me to pick up dinner or order in but all I got in response was snoring.
I nodded my head and went into the bathroom to clean up. When I came out, I heard the front door open and close downstairs. I poked my head into the hallway and frowned. “Amaris?”
“Ezra?” She walked up the steps and I regretted standing there in nothing but my boxer briefs. “Oh…shit.” She slapped her hand over her eyes and shook her head. She smiled the entire time though. “Um, where the hell is my sister?”
“Sleeping,” I said, looking over my shoulder into the bedroom. She was still snoring like a grown man who’d been at work all day.
“Jesus Christ, um…okay.” Amaris peeped through her fingers into the bedroom and made a noise right before laughing loudly. “You really did break the fucking bed? Oh my god. I was going to cook dinner because I know she’s stressed out. Do you guys have dinner taken care of or…”
“Actually we don’t. Solo was going to get started on dinner but…things happened.”
“Things. Right.” She turned her back to me and the bedroom then sighed, letting her shoulders slump a bit. “Put on some clothes and bring yourself downstairs.”
“Okay. Thanks, Amaris.”
“Uh huh.” She laughed her way down the steps and I went into the room to get dressed. I put on a tank top of a pair of basketball shorts. Before I left, I reached down and shook Solana.
“Baby, wake up. Amaris is here.” She grumbled in her sleep and pulled her knees up closer to her chest. Yeah, there was no waking her up.
Downstairs, Amaris had cauliflower, broccoli, cheese and spices on the counter along with a chopping board and a huge knife. I looked at the vegetables and then looked at Amaris. “You know how to cook, Ezra?”
“A little bit. I’m not a chef in the kitchen but I won’t starve if left to my own devices.”
“That’s a no then. Let me show you how to feed a vegan.” She slid over and I stood beside her at the counter. I didn’t know Amaris well but she made me nervous as hell. With Solo, I felt at ease. I felt like I could be myself and not worry about anything. Around Amaris, I felt like I had to be on my best behavior or I would get in trouble. Maybe it had something to do with her being a principal.
“What are you making?” I asked. She turned to look at me and tilted her head back a bit.
“Good lord you’re tall. You’re taller than the refrigerator.”
“Yeah. Makes it easy to reach the cereal,” I joked with a smile. Amaris looked at me for a few beats and shook her head.
“Okay, so you’re corny. Good to know. I’m making cheesy broccoli and rice. Sometimes, when Solana gets stressed she avoids carbs to balance out her mood. Carbs make her feel heavy and slowed down. She still whines about wanting comfort food though.”
“Which is basically all carbs,” I shrugged.
“Exactly. You have to learn how to keep her happy when she’s like that. Instead of actual rice, we’re going to mince this cauliflower up and it’ll be our rice.”
“What kind of cheese is that though?” I picked it up and held it in my hand.
“Vegan cheese. She only likes this brand though.” I watched Amaris chop up the cauliflower until it looked like grains of rice. She handed me the knife and said, “Your turn.”
“My turn? I don’t know how to do that,” I frowned.
