Page 54 of R&B Mixtape

“Shhhhiit!” she cried out.

Hearing her curse and moan sounded like music to my ears.

“Yeah, you feel damn good baby.”

A trail of kisses was planted along her neck and collarbone. Her skin was as smooth as butter, and she smelled like a bouquet of roses. Camille had everything I’d wanted in a woman. From the way she spoke to the way she carried herself, she knew how to be that independent woman but still desire the attention and affection from a man.

The feeling of her caused me to quicken my strokes and damn near beat her shit to a pulp. Murdering that pussy was the only thing on my mind. Her moans became louder as I cuffed her cheeks and held her steady. She wasn’t able to escape the pressure I was applying.

“Oh my God!”

“Nah, he ain’t the one fuckin’ you baby. Call mine, not his.”

She went silent and that lowkey pissed me off. I didn’t give a fuck what debate she was having within; I wanted to hear my name being called while she was in a euphoric and pleasing place.

“Say it baby, say my name,” I demanded.

She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out, but I knew how to fix that. Placing her on her feet, I bent her over and began to deliver strokes I knew would rearrange her shit.

“Aaahhhh!” she cried out as I tried my best to touch her soul.

“Give me what I want mama.”

Her walls were tightening around my dick, so I knew what was coming. I was fuckin’ her g-spot up. She couldn’t take too much more pounding from a nigga. With her hands behind her back bound, and her hair being pulled, she didn’t have a way to run from it.

“Fuck! Jaaaaaa!”

She blessed a nigga ears and wood for the first time. She had to know I wasn’t ever giving this shit up… ever. We were locked in. I joined her by giving my kids a stable home. My shaft pulsated simultaneously with the heartbeat between her folds. I enjoyed the feeling all too much.

Finally releasing her from this position, I wrapped my arms around her to keep her from falling. We slowly detached ourselves and I began to smile from satisfaction.

She stayed wrapped in my embrace as the water poured onto our bodies. I could stay like this forever and never get tired. Iwas young as fuck, but I knew what and who I wanted. Cami complimented me in ways them thirsty bitches didn’t. I didn’t want to just fuck when it came to her. I wanted to create a story only the two of us could share.

“We’ll be raisins soon. Let’s wash, order some food, and vibe out,” she voiced breaking my train of thought.

“I’m with that.”

Camille

Waking up to Ja was something I didn’t think would ever happen in this lifetime. I felt so safe and comfortable with him. Not once did I feel like my opportunity to be with him was wasted.

Carefully removing myself from the bed, I threw on the clothes he grabbed for me and headed out the door. It was a pretty day, and I had the energy of bunny. Surrounded by the Marriot was Dunkin’ Donuts, a seafood restaurant, and a Cracker Barrel. As much as I hated going to the latter, I was hungry and wanted something freshly made.

On my walk next door, I got a call from my cousin Bianca which triggered my memory of her and Ariel fighting as Ja, and I left. I answered hurriedly eagerly to catch tea.

“Bitch, what the hell happened,” I questioned off the rip.

“We tore them hoes up. What the fuck you think happened? You know how I am Cami.”

“I wanted to tag that hoe for old and new, but my man wasn’t even trying to let it go down like that.”

“Man? Girlllll, did you and Ja hook up last night?”

Telling my business wasn’t my thing but when it came to the people knowing that nigga was officially mine, baby I was singing like a fuckin’ canary.

“Sure did, and I ain’t ever coming up off that nigga.”

Bianca screams were heard through the phone even after I distanced it from my ear. If wasn’t nobody else happy for me, I knew this bitch would be. She’d been waiting for this to happen for years and now it finally did. She was a big advocate for our relationship.