Page 47 of Tempted By the Taurus
"Do you want to do something tonight?" he asked close to my ear. He leaned forward, resting his hardness against my butt cheeks. His hands traveled up my body and grasped my boobs inhis hands. "Damn, they feel juicier. I want to suck on them." He turned me around to face him.
A'Mylo would want to do this while we were in the kitchen. This man just didn't care about anything once he had something on his mind.
"I'm about to cook breakfast," I moaned when he lifted my shirt, and the coolness hit my skin.
"Yeah, you can do all that later," he mumbled and lowered himself to take one of my nipples in his mouth. He groaned and trailed his other hand down my body and stuck his hand in my panties.
My eyes fluttered closed when I felt his fingers at the entry of my pussy. I opened my legs wider for him to attack my cat, and he wasted no time sliding his fingers in and out of me. It was a shame how quickly I became soaked.
Mylo let go of my nipple and lifted his head to stare at me with lust-filled eyes. "Damn, baby. You're dripping. I need a taste," he husked, lowering himself onto his knees.
I grabbed hold of the countertop, knowing he wasn't about to let me go anywhere, anytime soon. His tongue was dangerous, too. With one of my legs on his shoulders and the other one holding me up, I threw my head back and let out a moan. Mylo's tongue touching my pussy nearly gave me an out-of-body experience.
"Fuck. You taste good. You're my favorite fruit. I'm gonna suck and lick on you until you dry down here."
He had a long way to go because he knew how wet I could get and stay.
"Ahh, A'Mylo!" I purred.
He had me calling for God by the time he was finished with me. I didn't know where he got the energy from, but the man could go all day if I let him. By the time he was done with me, my throat was sore from screaming so loudly.
The only thing I wanted to do after he got done with me was sleep. Knowing him like I did, I knew he wasn't done with me. After he got up from the floor, he pulled me in his arms and gave me a sloppy kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved closer to him, moaning from the kiss that had me wanting to explode.
All too soon, he pulled away from me. "I'm going to finish you off in the bedroom," he announced, taking my hand in his, and we made our way to my bedroom.
Later that night, we stared at each other in the mirror, eyeing our attire for the night. I must admit, we looked hella good together. A'Mylo wore a white button-down shirt paired with black slacks, and I wore a black and white dress with white high heels. He had been invited to a black-and-white formal party. I had never been to one and looked forward to it.
Mylo pulled his shades down on his nose and eyed me. I dipped my head, trying to hide a smile. The way he always stared at me made me want to take off my clothes and let him have his way with me.
"All I'm going to say is nobody better not look at you for a second longer than necessary. If they do, all bets are off. I have a feeling I'm going to be beating someone's ass tonight."
I shook my head. "I'm not even going to follow you up. I think you're looking for reasons to go off on people."
Mylo laughed. "Nah, I just don't want nobody looking at what belongs to me."
I waved him off. "Are you ready to go? I don't want to be late."
He scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. I know how you are about being late. That's why I didn't mess with you. You're lucky, too. I should say damn it all and just clean you up, anyway."
I turned away from A'Mylo and headed out of the bathroom. He wouldn't get me started tonight. However, if he wanted to go all night when we got back home, I'd welcome it.
"Let's go," I instructed, walking down the hall, heading to the door. Mylo's laughter echoed through the house. I couldn't stand him.
After locking the door of the house, we made our way out of it. Once in the car, we rode to Tupac. Sometimes I had to tell him to change the station, or he'd play Tupac out without even caring. By the time we pulled into the parking lot of the community center, my heart felt like it was ready to cave in. Once he parked, we got out of the car, and he grasped my hand in his.
The party was in full swing by the time we walked in. I tried breathing through the nauseous feeling that attempted to come forth. I didn't even look over at A'Mylo when I felt his eyes on me. He squeezed my hand in his and leaned over and whispered. "You got this."
He knew how I got when I was introduced to new people. It sent me into a panic every time. The party was held for one of his friend's family members. He scanned the party as well as me, and I stiffened when I saw Nya in attendance.
He leaned over and asked. "What's wrong?"
I glared at him. "You didn't tell me Nya would've been here," I accused.
"That's because I didn't know she would be here. How was I to know?" he asked, coolly, removing his shades from his eyes.
I shook my head in disbelief. This couldn't be happening right now. I left the house on a high, yet now I felt it was about to be in a funk. "How am I supposed to enjoy myself knowing your ex is going to be watching my every move?" I didn't feel comfortable being in the same room with Nya.
"Easy. Act like she's not here. We won't be in the same space as her. We'll be on one side of the party, and she'll be on the other."
