I couldn’t.
As hard as I tried to speak, no words would come out of my mouth.
"Stand up."
Once again, I did what she asked of me. Qianna unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra. She pressed her body against mine. In spite of everything, I was weak for her, and there was nothing I could do about it.
All I could do was shake my head. The sight of her large brown nipples took what little resistance I had. Qianna took one into her hand and squeezed it, as the other hand made a trail down to her clit.
"Take them pants off so I can taste you."
I took them off and lay down on my back. Qianna crawled above me on her hands and knees. She kissed me all over, and I wanted her to stop. But before I could protest, she kissed me hard and sucked my tongue. She tried to be rough, but Qianna’s lips and tongue were so soft.
My clit was throbbing by the time she moved on to suck my neck. Then without using her hands, she took my nipple into her mouth and bit it harder than I liked, but even that shit felt good.
Qianna shoved my legs apart, and slid her body between my thighs. She attacked my clit and sucked it. I could feel it swelling.
Qianna was moving from my swollen clit to sucking my drenched lips. I used one hand to play with my nipples as the other held her head in place.
She used her fingers to pull my lips apart and sucked me from my clit to my ass. My juices ran down my cheeks, and she greedily sucked harder. Qianna shoved her fingers deeper into my warmth, and I could feel my walls contract and tighten around her fingers. No matter how scared I was of her now, Qianna still turned me the fuck on.
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Chapter Thirty-two
Devin
"Hello, Devin, it’s Avonte."
"Avonte," I said, more than surprised to hear her voice. It had been a couple of months since the last time we spoke, and she gave me the impression that it was over between us. "It’s been a long time."
Avonte laughed a little, but it was a nervous laugh. "I know it’s been a while since I talked to you, but you were on my mind, so I decided to give you a call. You know, see how you were doing."
"I’ve been all right, I guess. How’ve you been?"
"I’m okay."
There was a few seconds of silence, and then Avonte said, "I’m not bothering you, am I?"
"Not at all. What’s up?" I asked, unsure of the reason for her call, and anxious to know what she wanted.
"Are you busy right now?"
"Not especially."
"I need to talk to somebody, so I was wondering if you could come by here."
"Where is here?"
"My apartment."
"I didn’t know you had an apartment." The last time we got together, she was still with her husband. Avonte told me where she lived, and I told her that I would be there in an hour or so.
"I’ll see you when you get here," Avonte said, and hung up the phone.
On the way over there, I thought about the tone of her voice. The tone of her voice told me that there was something she needed or wanted, and it wasn’t just sex. Sex, I was down for, but I was in no mood for any drama. I had enough of my own.
It had been a week since the police came to the office investigating Winston’s murder. As soon as I heard that he had been murdered, I knew Qianna was involved. I sat there petrified while they asked me questions, hoping that the truth wasn’t written all over my face. "I understand that you and Mr. Hunter were friends, Mr. James," the detective began. "When was the last time you saw, Mr. Hunter?"