Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 13: Amiyah

"I wish I would've stayed over your house."

"Well, today is your lucky day baby. You just won a Khambrel Washington. Open the door and come collect your prize." I hung up the phone and ran to the door and sure enough my babe was on the other side. He scrunched up his face.

"Why the hell it smell like a can of fuck that bitch?" he asked holding his nose.

"Two words. Justina King." I replied as he stepped inside and closed the door.

"Stop playing with me." I left him in front of the door to get extra cleaning supplies because he was gone help me clean this.

"Nah, not my baby man." He said in disbelief after I told him what I saw and what happened after he dropped me off.

"Mhmm, I just hope she doesn't make this a habit though. I wouldn't want my sister to live in such a environment."

"I hear you."

Within the next hour or so, we had the whole living room smelling like pine sol and carpet cleaner and back to its original self.

"Thank you, baby." I kissed him.

"That's what I'm here for me." I got up, grabbed his hand and led him to my room.

"Now let's get cleaned up" I looked back at him and tried to wink.

"Bae, stop. You look like you got torrettes or some shit."

"Forget you, ass McMuffin breath ass."

"Now you know this ain't what you want. I'll flame that ass better stop while you can."

"Boy, whatever." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, you know not to play with Big Zaddy." He whispered in my ear, making my girlie tingle.

When we got into my bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror and removed myself of my clothing with Khambrel watching my every move. I even caught him licking his lips.

"Me next." He wanted me to take his clothes off, I did.

I slowly lifted up his shirt, purposely running my hands all over his body in process. My eyes never left his.

Once his shirt was off, I unbuckled his Hermes belt from his True Religion jeans. My baby always stayed presentable, even when going to the mailbox.

I let his pants drop to the floor, leaving his Polo boxers and his rising erection exposed. Sticking my hands inside his boxers, I got a nice grip and gently stroked his manhood. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel.

Out of nowhere, he stopped me. Completely kicked off his boxers, pants and shoes, then turned on the water in the shower.

"Hope you don't mind getting your hair wet." He said as he picked me up and stepped inside the tub.

Without answering, I assaulted him with my lips. That was the 'I want the D and I need it now' type of kiss.

Needless to say, he fucked me until the water ran cold.

My legs was so shakey afterwards, he had to carry me out and place me on the bed. He dried me off and everything. The last thing I remembered was him lotioning me as sleep took over.

The next morning I awake, secured in a fully clothed Khambrel arms. I couldn't move, I had to wake him.

"Kham, wake up. Babe. Babyyy." I planted kisses all over his face during the process.

He yawned and I could've sworn I felt my face melt away.

"Damn, sauna mouth ass!" I complained.