Book 1 [ The Untitled Series ] by Brea Isome (best books to read all time txt) 📕

" you're stalling which means that you don't know the answer so yeah, that's my question."

He chuckled. "the strip club. You want me to take you to the stripclub so that you can get a lap dance."

I sighed again.

" what's my pants size?"

" twelve."

" birthday?"

" May 1st."

" where do I want to live for the rest of my life?"

" with me."

I smiled. "I meant which state or country do I want to live in for the rest of my life, smart ass."

" well that's not what you said, smart ass."

" I hate you, dumbass."

" I hate you, crybaby."

" I hate your good dick having ass."

" I hate your wet pussy having ass."

I screeched in laughter. " oh my god."

The next time he spoke, I felt his breath brush softly across my exposed thighs. He had moved, clearly, although I hadn't been paying enough attention to see. " you started it."

" I didn't start anything."

Dryan didn't respond, in a way that was even more anxiety inducing than anything that he could ever say. The hair from his beard grazed my upper thighs, making my body shiver in glee. That was the best feeling, his rough hair against my smooth skin always put me on edge.

" Dryan-"

" Symonee-" He retorted.

" its too early for this."

" too early for what ? Amazing, mind blowing, orgasmic sex?"

I chuckled. " yes. After we fuck, I don't want to move, I just want to lay up under you."

" and you can do that baby, for as long as you want."

I was about to protest when his tongue snaked out and licked softly along the edge of my panties. My pussy clinched in anticipation, just like it always did when I wanted him. It had been two weeks since he was inside of me and I had been ignoring my ache for him as best as I could but there was no doubt that I wanted him.

He continued to tease me, next licking softly on the other side before licking right down the middle seam of my panties.

" baby." I moaned quietly, hoping he would get the hint. " please, please, please-"

His finger pulled my panties to the side before her dove into my pussy, tongue first. I couldn't stop myself from screaming out in pleasure as my body writhed beneath him. To keep me in place, he wrapped his arms around my body with both hands holding the top of my thighs firmly so that my pussy never moved from his mouth. No matter how much I squirmed, he never let go.

" fuck, D!" I pushed against his head, trying to get him to slow down because I felt that mind numbing pleasure of an orgasm pushing it's way toward the forefront but he continued. " I cant, I cant-"

" mmhmm, mmhmm." He moaned, and that shit sent a vibration through my clit that just added to the intensity of the entire experience. And before I knew it, I was cumming. All I wanted to do was scream, so loud that everybody could hear, so to stop that I bit down onto my tongue and road out the waves of my pleasure.

I couldn't move, the only thing I could do was shake as I felt Dryan release my body from his grip.

Softly, he flipped me over onto my stomach and positioned himself on the bed so that he was laying next to me with his arm and leg thrown over my body.

" more." I whispered. He knew exactly what I meant, shifting himself so that half of his body was ontop of mine.

" you're a fucking weirdo." He whispered, kissing the back of my neck. " go back to sleep, babygirl."
He didn't have to tell me twice, as soon as my eyes closed, I was asleep again.

Waking up again it felt amazing to still be underneath the weight of Dryan's body. There was something about his body pressing against mine that always seemed to relax me, ever since the first time we'd slept in the same bed.

Yawning I opened my eyes only yo close them right back as the morning sun shinning in through my window made them water.

" ready to get up?" Lips pressed softly against my exposed shoulders and upper back. " I gotta go."

" no."

" Symonee, I needed to leave like two hours ago, baby. I gotta-"

" I dont care. You're not leaving yet."

" don't start this shit." Dryan removed his body from mine, making me groan in dissapointment at the loss of his weight, but pushing that aside, I stood up along with him to join in the stare down.

" don't start what shit, huh? Because I want the man I love to be with his family I'm starting shit?

" that's not what I'm saying."

" then what the fuck are you saying ? All I want to do is spend time with your stupid ass!" I shoved him away from me. I could tell he was about to raise his voice at me when his phone rang, cutting our argument before it even really began.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen quickly before he answered. All the while he was starring me down. " hello?- what is it?- nah, I got something to do-"

While he was talking, Dryan grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. I burried myself in his chest, just wishing momentarily that I could stay there forever. Shit, I wished that all the time but there was no use. He always had to leave. He'd never stay, no matter if I begged or cried, he always left, which is why there were things that I felt I couldn't tell him yet, because no matter what, he'd still leave.

I didn't listen to his conversation, just the sound of his deep voice as his chest rumbled against my ear.

When he was finally off of the phone he wrapped both of his arms around me and rested his chin against the top of my head.

" I can't stay." He whispered. That probably hurt more than him screaming at me, because I could hear that he loved me but that he was leaving anyway, and that was a slap in the face to everything that I felt about him.

" then I can't stay either." I whispered back.

" what does that mean?"

" everytime you leave, you tear my heart out of my chest, Dryan. I thought I could handle it but- I'm too sensitive for this shit."

His hands found their way into my loose hair, doing that thing that I love where he massages my scalp and pulls me in closer. " are you breaking up with me, Sy?" I didn't say anything, too afraid to say yes and too afraid to say no. " think about what you want to say before you say it, babygirl, because I'm not going to go back and forth with you. I love you, but if you can't handle this relationship, I'll respect that. Just know that when it's done, it's done, ain't no coming back to this."

" there's always coming back."

" not with me, Symonee. Once we break up, that's it."

" well we can't keep going like this." I whispered, and almost as if I had flipped a switch, he detached from me. Looking up into Dryan's face I wanted to see something, but he'd put up a mask there and the only thing that would indicate his emotion was a tear as it escaped down his cheek.

" then this is it. I'll call you about seeing Drayal when I can."

I tried to reach for Dryan, but he wouldn't let me touch him. I didn't think it was possible but that made my heartache even more, and the tears I had been holding back, started to flow.

" wait-"

" Wait what? You want to break up, then we broken up. That's it."

" but I love you!" I screamed. " and you can't just stop loving me in twenty seconds!"

His body was halfway out of my window when I grabbed him. " please," I pleaded, softly. " I dont want it to end like this. Just stay with me."

I hoped that I would see something in his eyes and that he would let me see his emotions again, but I had no such luck. He pulled away from me and was gone.

If my heart felt like it had been ripped out before, that was nothing compared to this.

I spent the next thirty minutes on the floor, crying so hard until I threw up. My father must've heard me through the door because there was knocking, but I was too distraught to get up and open it so I just let it go. A couple of minutes later, the door was opened - a lock had clearly been picked- and I was being hoisted up and into two large arms. I hoped it was Dryan but it wasnt. The smell on the skin was completely different, and the way that I felt burried in this massive chest was different as well. This was my father, a man whose hug should comfort me completely, but sadly enough I got nothing from it.

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Four days- that's how long I stayed at home, and for the most part, in bed. Everyday i wanted to get up but my nausea would knock me on my ass everytime I tried, and so for a few days I just stopped trying. Drayal and i spent most of our time curled up in my bed watching tv.

My father stopped working to take care of me and Drayal- not that we necessarily needed it, but it was the most kindness I had seen from him since moving in.

On the fifth day I woke up screaming and crying, so loud that my father thought I was being attacked so he burst into my room with his gun drawn. Once he saw that it was just me, he came over, sitting on the edge of my bed trying to soothe me. I'd woken up having panic attack, and it was the scariest thing in my life.
Before moving in with my father I had a panic attack at least twice a week. There was alot of pressure on me to at home, from maintaining my perfect gpa, to  paticipating in a countless number of extra coricular activities. I had so much pressure on my shoulders to do everything perfectly that by the time I was thirteen I was having anxiety attacks almost on a daily basis. When my mother took me to the doctor I was give anti-depressants and sleep aids that I took on a consistent basis just to cope with everyday life.

But moving in with my father I no longer needed that. With him, the pressures were alot less great, and I felt like I could finally breathe. I stopped taking my medication, and i hadn't needed it. There was one anxiety attack when I found out I was pregnant with Drayal, but nothing like what I had been experiencing with my panic attacks. And once it was done, it was done.

" ssh, breath." My father soothed me. I'd never told him about my panic attacks so I was surprised at