Page 26 of Session 33

“You’re about to what, baby? Huh?”

“I’m about to cum, Cassius. Please. Baby, bite it.”

Fuck. The way she said “please” had me gone.

I gave her what she needed. Grazed my teeth across one nipple, then the other, just like she wanted. She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair, forcing my head against her chest.

Spreading her legs further and gripping her throat, I rocked my hips back and forth.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice breaking as I pushed into her one last time. I swear I was planning to pull my dick out of her before I came again. But I couldn't—she felt too good.

I woke up to the feel of Angel's hair brushing against my face and her warm body pressed up against mine. The scent of cocoa butter filled the air, pulling me into consciousness. I tightened my grip around her waist, feeling her curves against me. Damn, she felt good. She stirred, trying to slide out of my hold.

"Where you going?" I murmured, my voice rough with sleep.

"The bathroom," she replied softly.

Reluctantly, I let her go, watching her move gracefully out of bed. She was naked, her silhouette looking fine as hell in the morning light. Couldn’t help myself—I gave her a playful smack on the ass. She turned, glaring at me, but I just flashed a grin.

The bathroom door clicked shut, and I heard the lock. She wanted privacy. I lay back, staring at the ceiling, replaying last night. Twenty minutes later, she came out, wrapped in a towel, her hair damp and dripping. Her face was different now—eyes full of regret. It hit me like a sucker punch.

"What's wrong, Angel?" I asked, sitting up, feeling a knot in my gut.

"I think you should go, Cassius. This was a mistake," she said, barely above a whisper.

Her words cut deep. "What do you mean, a mistake? Didn't seem like a mistake when you were begging for more last night. Didn't seem like a mistake when you were riding me," I snapped, my voice rising, my anger bubbling like lava in my veins.

"Just calm down and listen, Cassius," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm not ready for this. I keep thinking about how you treated Keisha, and I don’t think I can handle that. Let’s just stop this before it gets to that point."

"What the hell does Keisha have to do with us?" I snapped, running a hand through my hair. "You're stressing over shit that don’t matter. We either are or we ain't. Don't use Keisha as an excuse 'cause you're scared." I was so fucking mad at her ass that I couldn’t even look at her to say what I had to say.

I watched her feet as she started pacing, hands wringing together. "Cassius, I just don’t know."

“Fuck it. Fine,” I muttered, jumping out of bed. Her insecurities were going to drive my ass crazy.

She flinched, stepping back. The fear in her eyes stung more than her words. I stormed out of the room, snatching my clothes from the living room. She followed.

I dressed quickly, my movements showing my frustration. She stood silently, watching. As I grabbed my keys, I paused at the door, taking a deep breath before turning back to her. That’s when I saw them—tears, slow and quiet, slipping down her cheeks. All my anger dissipated like smoke. I didn’t never want her hurting over me. I ran my hand over my face. “I’m sorry. I’moverreacting to your feelings when you have every right to feel how you do,” I said, my voice softer now.

“I’m sorry too,” she whispered, barely audible.

“What'd you say?”

“I said, ‘I’m sorry,’” she repeated, her voice breaking.

I stepped closer, closing the space between us, and gently cupped her chin with my hand. “Look at me, Angel,” I said softly. She hesitated, like she wasn’t sure she wanted to, but then her eyes finally met mine.

I saw everything in them—fear, doubt, yearning.

“Relax, alright? This is new for both of us. You ain't Keisha, and I’m not about to treat you like her.” I paused, licking my lips as I looked at her, trying to find the right words. “You’re different, Angel. Different in a way that fucks with my head. You make me wanna do better, wanna be better. I don’t even recognize myself half the time when I’m with you, but it’s not in a bad way. It’s like… you bring out parts of me I didn’t even know I had.”

She blinked hard at me, her tears threatening to spill over.

“I’m not used to this. I’m not used to somebody like you,” I confessed. “You make me want to protect you, take care of you, but at the same time, you scare the hell out of me. That’s why I need you to stop pushing me away, because I’ll run—and I don’t want to. I want to see where this goes. Fuck what you think you know about me and start getting to know me for real. We cool?”

She nodded, but that wasn’t enough. “Nah, you gotta say it. Use them pretty lips. Are we cool?”

“Yeah, we’re cool,” she said, a small smile breaking through her tears.