Destined

37.

*Jayon's POV*

"Jayon," she says my name quietlylooking down at her hands. I knew it would take her awhile to accept my offer.

I missed the taste of her. Her pussy had tasted like no other, and I missed the way she moaned my name. Watching her cum was almost as amazing as me cumming in general. I got a different type of pleasure when I did things for Dj I knew she would enjoy. The bad things she never knew she could enjoy.

Her innocence was slowly fading away from her, but in a good way.

"Just lay down," I tell her. "Please,"

"I won't let you do that on this couch," she says.

"Why not? Your mom's sleep, and so is your brother. Plus they're upstairs, were downstairs. Look at the advantage," I press. I really wanted to do this for her, and her saying no only made me want it more.

"We just got back talking today, I'm not gonna just lay down for you," she tells me.

I smack my lips in annoyance. She knew she wanted to get tongue fucked, I didn't understand why she was fronting.

"Fine," I say giving in to her stubbornness. I begin to trail off the subject, trying to ignore the fact that my dick was hard. "Tomorrow I'm going to my grandma's, haven't seen her in like 2 weeks and I know she's cooking for the Fourth. You wanna come with me to meet her?"

"Sure, but tomorrow is my mother's birthday so we would have to leave a bit early,"

"Tomorrow is her birthday?" I ask, surprised. I wouldn't even have known. She hadn't mentioned it the whole day we talked. "How old is she turning?"

"40, but she never hypes her birthday up. She feels like she doesn't need too anymore, especially since it's on the Fourth of July. She thinks her birthday is meaningless because no one pays attention to it, but she's wrong. When my family get together they do it for her, not just for the sake of popping fireworks and wearing blue, red and white,"

"Have you ever told her that?" I ask.

"No, she should know,"

"What if she doesn't Dj? Sometimes people need to hear things to believe it,"

She looks at me, smiling a bit. Her hand began to lift up the bottom of my shirt slowly.

"What are you doing?" I say guiding her hands away from me.

"Taking your shirt off," she grins.

"For what? You just said-"

"I know what I said," she stops my sentence. "I just wanna take your shirt off, that's all,"

"Okay weirdo," I say. It was easier to agree with her than disagree.

She pulls it off slightly. "So, what have you been up too?"

"Umm, nothing really,"

"Jayon. How many girls have you slept with since we stopped talking?" She looks at me.

I didn't want to answer her question. I knew it would be coming, but not during the intimate moments we were having. But then again, Dj definitely was the type of girl that got my hopes up. She only wanted my shirt off to make me think we were about to do something sexual when in reality she just wanted to make me feel uncomfortable.