shoulders and landing atop her breasts. Her cheetah print headband matched the open toed five inch cheetah heels she had crossed under the table and her nails were painted with a cheetah print as well. Her gold earrings sparkle from the sunlight that’s coming through the windows and skylights. Her eyes are still as big and beautiful as I remember and I feel my heart beating through my chest.
As I continue to walk up to their table, I only have eyes for Brazille. I didn’t care about anyone else in the world at that moment, much less at that table. I could see the surprise and horror on her face as she met my gaze, but I feel nothing but love for her and I hope she can see that.
I really didn’t know how I was going to react once I was face to face with the two of them but here goes nothing. I step up next to Chyna and my pent up passion for Brazille must have taken over because I surprised myself at how passionately I kiss Chyna in front of the true love of my life. But a man has to do what a man has to do. The fact that I was envisioning kissing Brazille certainly helped, she has always been able to turn me on whether she was physically with me or not.
I stood there watching Brazille trying to comprehend what was happening and I thought about the lies I had told Chyna to get me to this moment. I told her that until we announced our relationship face to face to Brazille I would not have enough closure to move forward with our relationship and, even more important to Chyna, fuck her. Or “make love” to her, as if I could ever love someone that would betray my Brazille.
For the past thirty days Chyna had only been allowed to suck me off. And she was amazing at it. She would swallow every drop that I gave her, or let me blast it all over her face or breasts or wherever I wanted to while she played with herself. Of course she didn’t know that I was thinking about the real woman of my dreams the whole time. Chyna still really got off on it though. And, no matter how much I had begged, that was something that Brazille would never do. So picturing her on her knees in front of me, always pushed me over the edge and Chyna thought that it was all about her. I couldn’t really compare the two but something told me Brazille would win that competition hands down. Besides, my judgment may be off since for the past five years the only action little Z had seen was my right hand. Initially, I was trying to keep myself pure for when Brazille returned but as the years progressed I realized that wasn’t going to happen.
I hadn’t done anything with Chyna yet because I had to use sex as leverage to make sure she did what I needed her to do. I really had a hard time wanting to sleep with Chyna because my body, mind, and soul still belong to Brazille. But after the performance Chyna put on today, I had no choice but to reward her. And seeing Brazille in that dress today would make it that much easier.
On the ride back to Chyna’s house I remember her mentioning something to Brazille about a double date so I ask her about it. She says that Brazille had suggested we all go out together at some point in the future. I was annoyed at the ‘WE ALL’ because who the hell was Brazille going to bring and how could I sit there calmly and watch another man be with MY woman.
I try to be nonchalant when I ask Chyna “Who would Brazille be bringing?”
“Omari Lambert, the dude’s dick she is currently riding.” Her eyes are still closed as she says this so she doesn’t see the anger come across my face. I take a deep breath before I ask, “When do you think this date will happen?”
Chyna sits up opens her eyes and says “You seem a little TOO interested in seeing Brazille again; if THAT is your surprise then it sucks. ” She rolls her eyes and turns her head and stares out the passenger side window for the rest of the ride, pouting.
I may still need her so I decide to be quiet and let her cool down, just focusing on the traffic
As I continue to walk up to their table, I only have eyes for Brazille. I didn’t care about anyone else in the world at that moment, much less at that table. I could see the surprise and horror on her face as she met my gaze, but I feel nothing but love for her and I hope she can see that.
I really didn’t know how I was going to react once I was face to face with the two of them but here goes nothing. I step up next to Chyna and my pent up passion for Brazille must have taken over because I surprised myself at how passionately I kiss Chyna in front of the true love of my life. But a man has to do what a man has to do. The fact that I was envisioning kissing Brazille certainly helped, she has always been able to turn me on whether she was physically with me or not.
I stood there watching Brazille trying to comprehend what was happening and I thought about the lies I had told Chyna to get me to this moment. I told her that until we announced our relationship face to face to Brazille I would not have enough closure to move forward with our relationship and, even more important to Chyna, fuck her. Or “make love” to her, as if I could ever love someone that would betray my Brazille.
For the past thirty days Chyna had only been allowed to suck me off. And she was amazing at it. She would swallow every drop that I gave her, or let me blast it all over her face or breasts or wherever I wanted to while she played with herself. Of course she didn’t know that I was thinking about the real woman of my dreams the whole time. Chyna still really got off on it though. And, no matter how much I had begged, that was something that Brazille would never do. So picturing her on her knees in front of me, always pushed me over the edge and Chyna thought that it was all about her. I couldn’t really compare the two but something told me Brazille would win that competition hands down. Besides, my judgment may be off since for the past five years the only action little Z had seen was my right hand. Initially, I was trying to keep myself pure for when Brazille returned but as the years progressed I realized that wasn’t going to happen.
I hadn’t done anything with Chyna yet because I had to use sex as leverage to make sure she did what I needed her to do. I really had a hard time wanting to sleep with Chyna because my body, mind, and soul still belong to Brazille. But after the performance Chyna put on today, I had no choice but to reward her. And seeing Brazille in that dress today would make it that much easier.
On the ride back to Chyna’s house I remember her mentioning something to Brazille about a double date so I ask her about it. She says that Brazille had suggested we all go out together at some point in the future. I was annoyed at the ‘WE ALL’ because who the hell was Brazille going to bring and how could I sit there calmly and watch another man be with MY woman.
I try to be nonchalant when I ask Chyna “Who would Brazille be bringing?”
“Omari Lambert, the dude’s dick she is currently riding.” Her eyes are still closed as she says this so she doesn’t see the anger come across my face. I take a deep breath before I ask, “When do you think this date will happen?”
Chyna sits up opens her eyes and says “You seem a little TOO interested in seeing Brazille again; if THAT is your surprise then it sucks. ” She rolls her eyes and turns her head and stares out the passenger side window for the rest of the ride, pouting.
I may still need her so I decide to be quiet and let her cool down, just focusing on the traffic
Similar Books
