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"Think about what you just said. You know I don’t like skinny women." I fired back quickly. It was the first bit of truth that I could fit in. Taye knew how my taste in women ran, and Sandra didn’t fit the bui

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Avonte and Qianna were another story. Both of them were just the right size. In so many ways, they were both built like Taye. The truth was, if she hadn’t shut off that part of our life, none of this would be happening.

"Taye, I don’t want Sandra." And I really didn’t. "I don’t want anybody but you. Taye, please let’s both just calm down so we can talk about this. Don’t do this to me." Just short of getting down on my knees. "I love you."

"I know you didn’t want her bony ass!" Taye screamed and grabbed the candy dish from the coffee table, and hurled it in my direction.

Taye got up and started walking toward the kitchen, and I was right in trail. Once she got in the kitchen, she started taking things out to cook for dinner. Then without any warning, Taye began breaking dishes, and throwing pots and pans around the kitchen. She wasn’t throwing them in my direction, but she kept screaming that I was a lying bastard, and how she knew I had fucked Sandra.

Then as quickly as her rage began, it ended. I looked at Taye as she stood there like she was in a trance. Then she said, "I have no one to blame but myself," she said softly.

Then she looked around the kitchen and began quietly cleaning up the mess she’d made. While Taye picked up the pots and pans, I grabbed the bloom and swept up the broken dishes.

Once the kitchen was in some semblance of order, Taye began cooking. I stood there watching her, confused, but not surprised. She likes to cook. Maybe it was therapy. Maybe it was escapism. I had no way of knowing, because she wasn’t talking. I don’t know how many times or how many variations of ‘Say something’ ran through my mind, but I wasn’t giving up.

I had to get her to talk to me. I had to know where she was. What she was thinking. After she finished cooking, she said, "I left the food out, you can fix yourself something if you want to," without looking at me. The tone of her voice made me desperate to know what was going on in her mind.

So I talked.

I talked about anything I could think of that she might comment on. The weather, politics, I even tried my hand at religion. Taye sat at the table quietly eating. She did get up and say, "Excuse me." But that was only because I was standing in front of the refrigerator, and she wanted a glass of water with dinner. She sat back down at the table and continued eating, and I continued talking. When she got finished eating, Taye started to walk out of the kitchen, but she stopped. "I hate you. I don’t ever want to hear your voice again."

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Chapter Seventeen

Avonte

When I felt her lips touch mine, the indescribable feeling of our lips intertwining felt so good. Qianna was a little rough at first, and then she began to nibble softly on them. I thought I would lose my mind the way she tugged on my bottom lip, and held it between hers. It got my river flowing, and I hoped that she would slide her body between my legs and suck me dry.

She grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard, slapped them, and then eased it up with soft, tender stokes. Qianna was driving me crazy.

She used her tongue to make circles around my nipples. As Qianna bit at my nipples, she used her fingers and slid them in and out of the wetness between my thighs. She alternated back and forth between squeezing my nipples and fingering my clit, while she continued to penetrate me with her fingers. I spread my legs a bit wider, and Qianna parted my lips. She began using her wet tongue to flicker back and forth across my clit.

I laid there watching Qianna, this beautiful woman, with her face buried between my thighs. I was overwhelmed by the way she held my clit between her lips, and all but attacked it in ways that no man ever had or could.

I held her head in place, and tried in vain to control the pleasure Qianna was giving me. I didn’t want her to go too fast or too slow, because I never wanted the feeling to end.

I laid spread eagle on the bed, and grabbed the bedposts tightly as Qianna moaned, sending a tickling sensation through my swollen clit. I held my nipples and closed my eyes as the river flowed again. "Oh shit," I screamed.

Qianna lifted her head and smiled at me, before attacking my drenched pussy again. Spitting and holding my clit between her fingers. "That’s it bitch. Come all over me!"

"Yes, yes!" I cried, and quickly guided her head back toward my clit. "I’m gonna come!" I yelled and screamed my pleasure, as Qianna moaned and plunged her fingers deeper inside me.

At that point, I couldn’t take anymore and rolled away from her, or at least I tried. Qianna grabbed me back, and once again, buried her head between my come-drenched thighs. Then she flipped me over and I literally mounted her face.

"You are so fuckin’ hot, Avonte," Qianna said, and pulled me down on her.

I tried to speak as her tongue slid in and out of me, and her finger massaged my clit, but no words came out. Her touch was suddenly soft and gentle, but firm at the same time. I felt waves of current emanating from my clit that spread throughout my body. I reached for the wall to steady myself, and my body shuddered from the inside out.

Qianna smiled and lightly spanked my ass. As my hands dropped to her breasts, she spread my cheeks and slowly slid two fingers in, inching deeper and deeper inside me. The deeper she got, the wetter I got. I held on to the headboard, mumbling my pleasure and caressing my breasts, and I came again.

Hard.

I forced myself to pull away from her. I rolled off of her and she rolled on top of me. Qianna kissed my lips and then slid her body along mine, and allowed our lips to slide up and down on each other.

All I could do was moan at the site of Qianna sliding her body against mine. The feeling of her breasts against mine made my nipples swell. And when she slid her nipples over mine, I nearly lost my mind. Once again, her fingers found their mark between my legs; they slid effortlessly across my lips, occasionally finding their way to my clit.


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