Nobody's Girl (19 page)

“J.R., give it to me deeper.”

With both of her hands in his, J.R. leaned in so that his dick could reach her stomach. Digging in deep he hit all four corners until he found her spot. Suddenly her thighs started shaking and her lips began to tremble as she tried to hold on. Taking his hand around, he began stimulating her clit while continuously hitting her spot.

“Ooh, baby, you're pushing it in so far,” Farrah screamed.

“You want some more of it?”

“Yes, baby, give it to me hard and deep!”

Pushing in even deeper, J.R. hit her spot with no remorse. He had Farrah's entire body shaking.

“Baby, I'm about to bust,” J.R. grunted.

“Ooh, J.R., fuck me! Fuck me hard!” she pleaded.

Nearing an orgasm herself, Farrah started throwing it back at him so that her orgasm would intensify. They both pumped hard against one another, then, in a paroxysm of pleasure, both climaxed at the same time.

“Ooh . . . J.R. . . . ohh . . . I never came this hard before. Ooh,” Farrah cried out loud. She caught herself and wondered if she said that out loud.

“Me either.”

Never before in her life had she acted in such a way. J.R. did something to her that no other man had been able to do: Make her feel free. It hadn't even been a good five minutes and she already longed for his touch.

Being snuggled up underneath the sheets on a rainy Monday morning never felt so good, especially after getting dicked down the night before. Farrah and J.R. made love the whole night through. Sleep hadn't set in until the sun came up.
This has to be what pure bliss feels like
, Farrah thought, lying on her back naked, tangled up in J.R.'s sheets. The cool breeze coming from the cracked window caressed her skin.

The feeling he gave her was the kind you couldn't wash away with soap. She was truly astonished that someone could be so compassionate and genuine. Their souls were heading in the same direction. J.R. was simply the truth. The things he'd done to her body and the positions he'd put her in were simply sinful. She wanted more of him. Wondering why she was awake and in bed alone Farrah, parted her lips to call out J.R.'s name. Before she could get the words out he magically appeared.

“Moring sleepyhead.” He grinned, holding a tray of breakfast food.

“No, you didn't make me breakfast in bed.” Farrah sat up and covered her breasts with the sheet. “You must know I'ma fat girl at heart,” she joked.

“Shit, a nigga like to eat too.” J.R. sat the tray down onto the bed in between them.

He'd prepared an array of food, from hash browns, to grits, bacon, waffles, eggs, and sliced strawberries. Farrah was in food heaven.

“Thank you, boo-boo,” she said excitedly and kissed J.R. on the lips.

“Small thing to a giant,” he replied.

“I know that's right. Go head on baby.” Farrah danced, eating a strawberry. “So what you got going on after I leave?”

“I have to start rehearsals for my world tour. The first leg will be overseas, then I'll come to the United States,” J.R. explained.

“That sounds exciting. I'm so happy for you. Your first world tour, wow.”

“Yeah, you gon' have to come out on the road with me for a few dates.”

“Mmm, let me think about it.” Farrah placed her index finger up to her lips and looked up at the ceiling. “I guess I can fit you into my busy schedule.” She toyed with him.

“Keep on fuckin' wit' me, I'ma fold yo' ass up,” J.R. played back.

For a while the two basked in the essence of one another as the rain serenaded them. Farrah and J.R. sat in the middle of the bed feeding each other and in between eating, stealing kisses. If she could Farrah would've stayed trapped in J.R.'s bed for the rest of eternity.
This all has to be a dream. Life cannot be this perfect,
she thought.

“I don't wanna leave.” She pretended to cry.

“I don't want you to leave, either, especially when you sitting here lookin' so delectable.” He pulled the covers off of her, revealing her supple breasts. “You know I'm about to get me some more of that, right?”

“Just let me know when,” Farrah challenged.

“I cannot get enough of you.” He took one of her breasts in his mouth and licked her nipple.

“You gon' make me wet,” Farrah moaned.

“That's the plan.” He slapped her thigh.

“But seriously,” J.R. stopped. “What's up wit' you and ol' boy, 'cause I have made it perfectly clear that I want you.”

“You got me,” Farrah confessed. “I'm all yours. When I get home I'm going to tell Mills that I want a divorce.”

“A'ight then so this is official,” J.R. said more as a confirmation then as a question.

“Yep, so you better get rid of all them raggedy hoes you fuck wit' 'cause I will cut a bitch,” Farrah warned.

“Ain't no other bitch but you,” J.R. joked.

“Really?” Farrah quickly grabbed a pillow and hit him on the head with it.

“Oh, you wanna fight?” J.R. grabbed a pillow and hit her back.

“No,” Farrah said softly.

While gazing into J.R.'s tranquil eyes, Farrah draped her arms around his neck, then kissed his lips. Passionately, their tongues intertwined.

Farrah felt as if she were floating on clouds made of air. For months she'd secretly reminisced on the taste of his tongue. As his tongue circled hers it tasted like wine. Enthralled by his touch, she gladly allowed him to untie the back of her dress. Fully exposed to the elements, she let the top of the dress fall to her waist.

While J.R. placed sensual kisses from her neck down to her breasts, Farrah closed her eyes and listened to the roaring waves before her. She didn't know what was more captivating: the sound of the rain outside or the feel of J.R.'s tongue flickering on her hard nipples. Each flick sent jolts of electricity throughout her stomach. As she reeled from his kisses, J.R. held each of her breasts in his hand and sucked on her nipples mercilessly.

Her butter-colored skin felt like the finest silk against his tongue. He couldn't wait to explore every crevice of her body. Easing his way further south of the border, J.R. pulled the sheet from off her body. For a second he sat back on his knees and admired her goddess-like physique. Every square inch of her was perfect and further proved that she was the woman of his dreams.

Not wanting to waste another second, he swiftly undressed as well. Completely naked, he gently laid Farrah down on the bed. Finally his fantasy was about to come true. Farrah couldn't wait for him to taste her and J.R. couldn't wait, either. Once his tongue met with her clit they both were satisfied. Farrah was in heaven. J.R.'s tongue was wreaking havoc on her pussy.

“J.R.,” she moaned, kneading with her nipples. “Baby . . . ooooooooh.”

“Damn you taste good.” J.R. thumbed her clit while sucking the lips of her pussy.

He was driving Farrah insane. She couldn't control herself. Moans of pleasure were escaping through her lips and into the afternoon air.

“Oooooh baby put it in me,” she begged. “Baby, please . . . let me feel it. Ooooooooh I can't take it anymore J.R.”

Happy to oblige her request, J.R. softly kissed her navel, breasts, and lips before smoothly sliding his rock-hard dick into her wet slit. The first thrust was mind-blowing. J.R. couldn't get enough of her. Her pussy was wet and tight. The harder and deeper he stroked the more he didn't want the moment to end. With every thrust, her pussy would hug his dick tighter.

“Shit,” Farrah said as he flipped her over.

At that very second she knew she wouldn't be able to feel her legs the next day. She put her face into the pillow and she matched his thrust as she threw her ass back onto his shaft. Loving the way she worked it, J.R. slapped her ass.

“J.R.!” Farrah screamed, turned on.

“You like that?” he groaned, pulling her hair.

“Yes, don't stop!” Farrah panted as her thighs began to shake.

She knew that she was being loud, but Farrah didn't care. Whatever he wanted of her she'd happily give. She'd be his slave, his freak, whatever. Determined to make the most of the opportunity, she spun around and pushed him onto his back. His dick was standing at full attention. Obsessed by the sight, Farrah ran her tongue across her upper lip, hungrily.

Before J.R. knew it, she'd taken all of him in her mouth. His long rod slid in and out of her mouth with velvet ease. While her tongue manipulated J.R.'s dick to the point he was almost experiencing convulsions, Farrah played with her clit. She was so wet her fingers kept slipping.

“Let me taste it.” J.R. pulled her onto him.

In the sixty-nine position Farrah resumed sucking his dick with reckless abandon. J.R. had been with a lot of women, but never in his life had any woman devoured his dick like Farrah. The further she pushed him into her mouth the further she wanted to go. The way J.R. was licking her clit didn't help much either. The sensation was sending her over the edge. The orgasm that was building inside of her was so explosive she couldn't think straight.

As she licked the tip of J.R.'s dick she could tell by the stiffness of his penis that at any moment he was about to nut. Farrah had never allowed a man to cum in her mouth, but for some reason she couldn't see J.R. cumming anywhere else.

“Baby I'm gettin' ready to come.” He kissed her butt checks.

“Me too,” Farrah said, coming up for air.

Taking all of him back into her mouth she eagerly bobbed her head up and down his shaft until J.R.'s love juices filled her mouth and slid down her throat. Massaging her butt cheeks, J.R. licked her pussy lips until every sweet drop of juice lathered his tongue. Spent, Farrah wiped her mouth and placed her head on J.R.'s chest. With one of his arms wrapped around her neck, J.R. stroked his hard dick with his free hand.

“What are you doing?” Farrah asked.

“Gettin' ready for round two.”

-Beyoncé, “After All is Said and Done”

 

Farrah had been back in St. Louis for a few days. Ever since she stepped off the plane she'd dreaded this moment. She'd tried to psych herself up into thinking that she'd be tough and that she wouldn't give a fuck about telling Mills that she wanted a divorce. But as soon as he entered the coffeehouse a flood of fear washed over her. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. She could tell he was sad and hurt, but what was she supposed to do? He was the one that brought this all on himself.

“What's up?” he said, sitting across from her.

“Hey,” Farrah spoke softly.

It took every ounce of restraint Mills had not to reach across the table and choke the shit out of Farrah. How dare she look like a million bucks when he felt like shit? She looked so smug in her official Tinhead snapback, camel cashmere coat with black leather sleeves, army fatigue T-shirt, Hermès belt, black skinny jeans, and Givenchy booties. She looked as if she didn't have a care in the world, all the while Mills sat miserable with a hangover from all the drinking he had been doing since the night they'd gone out to dinner.

He knew the whole time she was gone to L.A. that she was with that nigga. He could smell him on her. Mills wanted to kill them both. But before he made a murder plot up in his head, he decided he'd hear what she had to say first. Maybe by some miracle she called him to be there to tell him she loved him and wanted to give their marriage another try. He looked down at her hand and noticed she was still wearing her wedding set. As he looked at her he could see a glimpse of concern and fear in her eyes. All hope wasn't lost. She still cared for him.

“So what's up? Why did you want to meet me here?” Mills asked sharply, slumped back in his seat.

Farrah took a deep breath. This was going to be harder than she thought. At one point he was everything,
they
had everything. Now it seemed there was nothing left.

“Umm.” She paused, afraid. “I'm not gonna beat around the bush. I'm just gonna say it.” She cleared her throat. “Umm . . . I don't think we should be together anymore.”

“Okay, you've said that.” Mills rolled his eyes, annoyed.

“Okay, well, maybe I need to be more specific. What I'm trying to tell you is that I want a divorce,” Farrah shot, caught off guard by his stank attitude. “Nothing we've tried has worked and I'm tired. I can't make you into the man I want you to be; that's a man you obviously can't be. You're you and I have to accept that and remove myself from the situation. Neither one of us is happy and you know it.”

“You can't tell me how I feel,” Mills rebutted. “I can be happy witt you. You're the one with the problem.”

“And the issues I have with you are things that I can't get past,” she declared.

“So just fuck everything? I've tried to tell you over and over and show you over and over that I'm sorry, but I guess that ain't good enough for you,” Mills said, boiling with anger.

“No, it's not,” Farrah agreed. “I want to be happy and with everything that's happened, you and I will never be happy together. Too much has been said and done. I will
never
”—she stressed the word
never
—“accept your baby or its mother so—”

“My daughter's name is Jaysin and her mother's name is Jade,” Mills cut her off.

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” Farrah waved her hand as if there was a fly bothering her. Her nostrils flared and she felt pissed at the mere mention of that woman's name. “Like I said, this shit is a wrap.”

If Mills was going to be an ass she was going to be an even bigger ass.

“Wow.” Mills nodded his head and sat up straight. “So all of this has nothing to do with the fact that you fuckin' that nigga?”

Farrah scoffed and shook her head.

“No, this has nothing to do with
J.R
.” She stressed his name for dramatic effect, the same way Mills mentioned his daughter and baby mama's name. “This is strictly about you and me.”

“So you are admitting that you have been fuckin' him?” Mills ice grilled her.

“Unlike you, I have no reason to lie,” Farrah responded, coldly.

“Wow.” Mills licked his bottom lip.

“I just want us both to be happy. You deserve to be with somebody who will accept you for who you are. We both deserve a fresh start with someone new.”

“Don't say
we
,” Mills replied in a sarcastic tone. “You're the one who wants to be with someone new, not me. I want you.”

“You don't want me, Mills. If you did, you would have never done what you did. You've brought this all on yourself. I cannot and will not allow you to hurt me again,” Farrah stated.

Mills tried his damndest to choke back the tears, but no amount of resistance could restrain them. It felt like he was suffering a heart attack. They were in too deep to give up now. But it was clear by the tone of her voice and her stiff demeanor that Farrah was done for good. There would be no going back this time. Mills tried to drum up some words to say that could possibly make her want to stay, but there were none. The hold he had on her was gone.

Farrah sat across from him with tears in her eyes as well. Even though he'd hurt her repeatedly, she never wanted to see him in any kind of pain. At one point he was her best friend. She never wanted him to cry, but tears were inevitable in this case. What they both envisioned to be an ever-after love had now faded and here they were taking their final bow.

Farrah hadn't expected to cry, but flashbacks of the good things they shared in their relationship flooded her mind. She remembered their first kiss outside of her door. Mills was walking Farrah to her apartment after giving her a ride home. She had just bumped into Khalil at a club and he had embarrassed her in public, like usual. Luckily, Mills was there and he stepped up and gave her a ride home. He made her feel so safe. Standing outside of her door, he hesitated to kiss her, but their attraction was undeniable. His lips felt so soft and supple. It felt so good when they kissed. She remembered them making love on her steps. The way he took control and took her to ecstacy. She even remembered the night Mills first told her he loved her. Farrah gazed off into space, reminiscing about how Mills showed up at her door demanding they talk. With a few drinks in his system, Mills had the courage to profess his love for her and tell her he had broken up with Jade and wanted to make him and her an official couple. At the time, Farrah felt like she was the luckiest girl in the world because Corey Mills was in love with her. And she would never forget the way he proposed to her. It was one of the most magical moments of her life.

Farrah snapped back to reality and looked over at Mills. It all hadn't been bad. But no amount of good memories could erase the tears he'd caused to run down her face. The stab to her heart he caused would forever leave a scar. She knew she would heal, but the scar would never go away and it was all his fault. She had loved him with every fiber of her being the entire time they were together. All she ever wanted was for him to love her the way she loved him. But their relationship was tainted from the start. She should have known better than to get with Corey Mills. She should have known he wasn't any better than his friend Khalil. Now more than ever she was convinced that dogs stick together. And that's exactly what Mills was; a low-down dirty dog that took advantage of her and broke her heart.

As tears spilled out onto her cheeks, Farrah pulled her engagement and wedding band off and placed them onto the table.

“I don't want that.” Mills looked at the rings as if they were the plague.

“I don't either.” Farrah got up and wiped the tears from her face.

For a brief second she wondered if should she say good-bye, but the moment she placed her rings onto the table that was her final good-bye. Mills looked up at her with resentment and sorrow in his eyes. He wanted to run over and grab Farrah and make her stay. How could she not see that he was dead inside without her? Couldn't she see that underneath all of the bullshit lay a love for her so deep he'd move heaven and earth?

She was his baby. And yes, he could've loved her so much better. He'd fucked up. There was no way he could take back his mistakes, but lord knows if he could, he would've. If Farrah would just give him the chance he would spend the rest of their lives making it up to her. As Farrah turned her back and walked out of the coffee shop, it became apparent to Mills that she really was done with him and there were no more chances left.