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“Oh, you want me to take it off? Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please take that shit off.”

I could hear the stress in his tone, and for some reason I wanted to push things a little further.

“Okay. If you insist.” I slid my panties down and let them drop to my ankles. When I glanced up, Solomon looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

“Honesty, I’ma fuck you up. Yo, what the hell?”

“I thought I was doing what you asked. You told me to take it off?” I smiled innocently, even though nothing about what I had done was innocent.

Solo dragged his hand over his beard before he got up from the couch. He stepped into my space, and goosebumps covered my exposed skin. I squealed as he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the couch. My first instinct was to laugh until I saw the desire in his eyes.

My legs fell open as his body rested between them.

“I’m normally good at controlling myself, but you decided to play with fire tonight. Just remember I’m still your best friend when this is all over, okay?”

I nodded my head, and it was like things finally began to click for me. We were about to cross a line in our friendship, and I wasn’t sure how we were going to come back from it.

I watched Solomon pull his T-shirt over his head and toss it on the ground. He spread my legs and groaned at the sight.

“Damn, this pussy is even prettier than I imagined.”

He placed my legs over his shoulders and lowered his body until it rested on the couch. Solo sniffed my pussy and groaned a deep, guttural growl. I could feel the wetness between my legs, and I was slightly embarrassed by the way my body reacted to him.

When his tongue made contact with my clit, my body trembled uncontrollably. His warm hands held onto my waist as he pushed his face deeper into my honey pot. My back arched, and I reached for whatever I could get my hands on.

“Ooh,” I moaned.

Solomon’s tongue traveled between my lower lips as he spread them apart and lapped up my juices.

“Solly,” I screamed as my stomach tightened.

“Cum on my tongue, Honey Bee. I’ve been waiting too long for this shit. Let me have it.”

He French-kissed my pussy while he used his fingers to stroke my walls.

“Come on, baby. Let go,” Solomon demanded in a husky tone.

My legs shook as he slurped and sucked on my honey pot until I came all over his face. I lay there breathless as my body continued to tremble. My eyes closed, but I felt his body move forward. My pussy leaked as he rubbed the head of his dick up and down my slit. I had been waiting for this moment for as long as I could remember, and I could hardly contain my excitement.

“I’ve been dreaming about fucking you for too damn long. I hope you know that you’re mine now,” Solomon whispered in my ear as he pushed himself inside of me.

My phone ringing woke me from my dream, and I wanted to cry. The dream was so intense it felt real, and my panties were soaking wet. When I grabbed my phone, I saw a missed call from Triniti and another from River. I called River back first and heard loud background noise.

“Aye, cuzzo. Can you come get us? We’re at Orange Tree, drunk as fuck. I don’t even feel comfortable getting into an Uber because they might put a bitch in the trunk,” River slurred.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. You bitches owe me.” I grumbled.

“You know I got you. I love you, queen.”

“Girl, fuck you. I’m on the way.”

I disconnected the call and fell back onto the couch. When I looked around, I realized I was still at Solomon’s place. I must have passed out after I uploaded our food review. I was still fully clothed in my hoodie and leggings, which only made me more irritated. I grabbed a pillow from the couch and screamed into it. This couldn’t be my life.

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