Page 100 of Heart Of A Goon II

It was the perfect mix and made me smell divine. I was a real nigga, so I couldn’t be too soft, and this scent captured that. It was Goo’s scent that I wanted to smell the most. I wanted him in the worst way.

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All of this felt like a waste. I could have just washed with my antibacterial soap and called it a day. Gerald wasn’t here to smell or experience any of this and that hurt the most. I had never missed any man as bad as I missed him. I wanted to feel his presence near me. His smile, the way he cocked his head to the side when he was about to let out one of those infamous laughs of his. It could rattle the window with how deep and loud he was. It was my favorite thing about him. He wasn’t afraid to laugh and live out loud. Fuck who had a problem with it.

I missed the way he would look over at me, biting the side of his lip because he thought I was that damn fine. It was hard to sleep without being in his arms. I would wrap his arms around me, and nuzzle deeper into them while he kissed my head.

Damn, I missed him.

I wanted his dick. Goodness, I missed it and needed it. The feeling of him stretching me, while his hands gripped every part of my body. The way he bit down on his lip as he fucked me into submission.

My pussy became instantly wet as I leaned on the shower wall, and my hands caressed my breast before traveling lower. I let out a moan, as I split my lips apart and massaged my clit.

“Uhm,” I moaned, squeezing my nipple while moonlighting as a DJ. Flashes of Mr. Wraithe occupied my mind, and I went to town on myself.

I wanted all the complications when it came to his dick and him. He could tell me to get on a boat and bring him back some fresh snapper from the sea, and I’d be dressed like the man from the Gordan’s fish stick box.

That was how bad I needed it.

I wanted to pick a fight just so I could get those frustration thrusts, while he spoke patois in my ear. Reminding me who was in charge and who ran shit. Gerald could run whatever, I’d follow.

Still talk shit, but I’d follow that nigga to Sea World and argue with Erin later about it. I had never felt that way about a man before, and I now knew why.

They were never this man.

Him.

My girl was pulsating, as I put my leg up on the shower bench and continued to give her the relief she needed. She needed to release this, so we could sleep and think about him. Dream about when he would come back and shove everything, he had inside of me.

I gripped the shower caddy as I felt myself getting ready to release. My body weakened, and I let out a silent wail, careful not to wake Sharon up.

“Fuck… shit…” I breathlessly said, as I took a minute to gather myself before quickly washing up. I finished in the shower and snatched my towel, while washing my face and doing my skincare.

I had slept so hard that I had crust caked up in the corner of my eyes and drooled dried up on the side of my mouth. With the way I had been sleeping, I would probably end up with crust and drool residue back around my mouth. Last night, I had left the window opened, and the feeling of the breeze from the storm felt so good. The small puddle of water that accumulated from the rain didn’t even bother me.

When I opened the door, my heart fell out of my ass when I saw Goo sitting on the edge of the bed. He wore a pair of sweats, constructions Timbs, and a white t-shirt. His duffle bag and bookbag were rested against the dresser.

I stood frozen in place because I didn’t know if I had masturbated so hard that I was imagining him now. If this was an illusion, I wasn’t too proud to rub this pussy against the corner of the pillow to feel something, while imagining him.

My heart was slamming against my chest as I held my towel up and mentally told myself that we wouldn’t be playing with ourselves anymore.

“Why you staring at me like that, Boobie?”

It wasn’t like I could switch the lights on for a clear view. Even in a room that was dark, I could spot my nigga. “You’re really here? Papa has come from the war?”

He cocked his head to the side and now he was staring at me like he was concerned. “Zoya, what the fuck is you on? You been drinking while pregnant with my baby.”

“How…how are you here? They aren’t allowing the boat to go back to the main island because it’s dangerous.”

He smirked, his teeth reflecting against the candle that was down to its last wick. “You doubted me, Boobie?”

“No, I was worried though. Gerald, I thought I would have to do this alone.”

He stood up from the bed and walked over to where I refused to move. I had to know he was real and I wasn’t tripping and having a conversation with myself. This all seemed too good to be true, and those kinds of things scared me.

Something being so good was a trigger for me. It forced me to overthink and assume that the worst wasn’t far behind. Gerald was all the good that I wanted and I was scared of losing him.

“Can I have a hug, Baby?”