Full of Surprises (In Editing), Deonna Mitchell [classic books for 12 year olds TXT] 📗

Nic was the kind of girl you dreamed about. As she lay on top of me with her long, curly mane brushing my face, I couldn’t help but stare into those pretty gray eyes. She kisses my lips with those plump, pink lips and I get so weak. She caresses my neck and allows her tongue to trace where her fingers has just been. Just one look from her gets me soaked so you could only imagine how wet I was right now. I was so hot and horny that moaned just from her lips touching mine. Eyes closed, I got ready to feel her lips traveling down my body but I felt her getting off of me. I opened my eyes to see her putting on her shirt. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and was ready to get up when I grabbed her waist to restrain her. She turned around and pushed my hands over my head to hold me down. Mmm, I love how strong she is. Kissing my neck and making her way down to my navel, she dipped her tongue in to tease me then proceeded to my thighs. Running her tongue up and down my thighs, she suddenly stopped and stared deep into my eyes. As if she digging into my soul. Then the love I saw in her eyes turned into lust, telling me that it was about to go down. Her eyes were sending me unspoken messages and it made me hotter by the second.

I pushed her head closer to my “lovebox”. Again she kissed and licked my thighs. After about five minutes she had left multiple passion marks on my inner thighs. I had, had enough and I was in dire need of an orgasm. I begged and pleaded for her to finish what she had started but she just got up and walked to the bathroom.

I couldn’t help but to stare at her small frame; she was perfect in my eyes. Nic was short and petite and her sandy brown, curly hair hinted that she was mixed. Her curves reminded you that she was a beautiful woman despite her apparent masculinity. Her face was perfect with deep dimples and tiny, light brown freckles adorned her t-zone. Her face was a work of art, her lips were sexier than Angelina Jolie’s and her eyes were exotic and changed colors with each emotion she felt.

When I saw her naked for the first time, I was pissed that she would want to hide such a perfect figure. Her ass wasn’t big but it was round and sat up just right, like she lived in the gym doing squats. Her breast were a 36C but they were also very round and perky; which made them perfect to me. She had a flat stomach and her waist was almost nonexistent. Nic was truly every man/woman’s dream, as I stated before. She reminded me of this all the time but I couldn’t find it in myself to leave my wife and kids.

Jay C thought she could have her cake and eat it too. I hated to leave her sexy ass all wet and horny but I needed to teach her a lesson. I knew she was married when we starting dating again but I also knew she was in it because her mom and her wife’s mom arranged their marriage. There was  no way I was letting the love of my life get away over the sham of a marriage she shared with Desire. She honestly doesn't have shit on me and I knew for a fact that she didn't compare to me in the bedroom nor was she competition for Jay C's love. Jay C and I love eachother and there was no one in this world that could stand in the way of that for long not even her wife. And again she was letting her come between us. I was standing in the shower pondering what else could I do to make myself clear. This day was were I drew the the line and it was time for some tough love to show her I meant what I said; It's her or me.

She walked into the bathroom and hopped in the shower with me. Her body was amazing. Her shape was a perfect coca cola bottle because her ass, hips and titties were huge and her waist was the complete opposite. You would never know she had carried and bore a child, let alone two. Her smooth light brown skin glistened under the rain water showerhead pouring on top us, as she attempted to help me wash my back. I politely moved her hands, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. As I waited for her to finish showering, I thought about all the shit I had planned that would soon unfold. I already had a lot on my mind and now I was feeling some type of way that she had broken her promise to stay the night. As usual, she had to rush to her wife’s side.

I hated this girl just for the sole purpose of her having the one thing that made my life complete, my girl and the kids that were supposed to be mine. Jay C knew that I loved her more than anything and was willing to give her the world if she herslef. She had it all, the total package and anyone male and female would die to give her exactly what I’m offering her. My baby had this beautiful smile, all white, with these mesmerizing, dark brown eyes that I would get lost in for hours.

If only she was my wife, had both of my kids and owned that big house around the corner with the little white yorky poodle and “her’s and her’s” BMWs. As opened the door to show her the way out, I texted one of my “temps” to fill her space for the night. She knew that I hated to sleep alone but she still was leaving. So I wasn't going to suffer because of Desire's need to feel important. Tonight I was gonna fuck the shit out of my side bitch to get out this pinned up anger and sexual frustration.

I couldn’t believe that she was acting like this. Putting me out of her house? I get she's mad but that was going a little too far. As I left I was able  to sneak a peak at the text she was sending to “Side Bitch #1”. I was so infuriated but what could I do? I broke the promise and I was the married one. I rushed home to see what surprise my wife, Desire, had in store for me. She wasn’t a bad person, we just weren’t compatible. She went out of her way to make me love her but Nic has always had my heart. Its been that way since we were kids, I believe we're soulmates and although I've tried, not even time can change that.

Now don’t get me wrong Desire wasn’t at all unattractive, she was a gorgeous woman. YaYa was a darker version of Tae Heckard from the curly, natural hair to her beautiful brown skin to her short, thick frame. I loved her body and I thought she was gorgeous but I just wasn’t in love with her. That hindered our relationship because she actually fell in love with me. Our relationship was suppose to just be two best friends acting as a couple to make our parents happy.

The only reason we even got married is because our mothers caught us kissing in the closet in the ninth grade. What started as an experiment for her had turned into a relationship. I had always been gay but she wanted to try at least kissing . We were best friends but when our mothers found out they weren’t even mad. They didn’t punish us like “normal” parents did. My mother had hoped that we would be best friends growing up like her and Tina (Desire’s mom) but she assumed after the kiss, that we were more than that. She encouraged us to be together and hoped for us to get married. Desire dealt with a lot of disapproval from her mom. She hated the guys she dated, her friends and her father. She even rejected her by not telling her she loved her and she never listened to how she was feeling.

In reality, she was the product of a love affair that ended in her mother’s heart break because her mother's lover decided to stay with his wife. He had fed her lies saying that he was going to let his wife and marry her. Tina was naive and actually believed him. She decided to speed up the process by trapping him, thats how Desire came along. Unbeknowst to Tina, that was no way to make a man stay or leave his wife. Fact is, if he was going to leave her, he would've filled for divorce long before he and Tina's 5 year anniversary. So when she brought him a pregnancy test on a silver platter dressed in a sexy red dress, he laughed in her face saying "What a coincidence?" He then broke the news that they wouldn't be seeing eachother anymore becasue his wife, too, was pregnant. She despised him for lying to her and hated her beautiful baby girl from the day she was born, naming her Desire because she "felt the desire to kill her father". Desire knew why her mother never gave her the love and affection the every little girl deserves but she still fought for her mother’s love.

Which brings me back to why we’re in this situation. Her mother finally accepted something she was doing in her life. She actually wanted her to do it so YaYa ran with it. Desire and I didn’t have anything in common but she needed a mother’s love. We charaded around like we were the perfect couple but I was secretly dating Nic, still and she dated various boys and girls though out high school.All the lying was starting to take a toll on me, although I was 17, I was about graduate. I lwanted to live my life for me and after graduation, Nic