My Savage and His Side Chick

B. Love

Sujets

• Urban Books

Informations

• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 10 mars 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789945
• Langue: English

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Copyright © 2019 by B. Love
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Contents



Let’s Connect!

About the Author

Dear Black Man - A Poem


1. Kaia

2. Catalina

3. Javaris

4. Amari

5. Kaia

6. Javaris

7. Catalina

8. Amari

9. Kaia

10. Catalina

11. Javaris

12. Amari

13. Kaia

14. Liam

15. Catalina

16. Amari

17. Kaia

18. Javaris

19. Kaia


My Vows to The Game

Also by B. Love
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About the Author

Voted AAMBC’s 2018 Romance author of the year, Master storyteller, B. Love, is the unparalleled self-love teacher. As the powerhouse for modern-day womanhood, she pens contagious content that encourages readers to internalize admiration and intimacy. She allows her most powerful vessel to guide her stories, wholly.
Since age 12, Love has been spreading self-awareness, care, and appreciation. For close to three years, Love has authored over 70 publications centered around heart-piercing, reverence-worthy romance. Her novels not only entertain but challenge the audience to explore love. With a keen eye for passion, desire and dynamism she includes heuristic methods in her beautifully curated accounts of life. 
B. Love’s entire persona is spearheaded by her incredible infatuation with the power of love. Contained within each novel, is an edification created for the glorification of self. Her pen bleeds for the souls who need just an inkling of empowerment. Each story is written with the intent to enlighten, engross and enkindle the passion in whoever picks up her book.
Dear Black Man - A Poem



What do you think when you see us black women?
How do you feel when we love you without fault?
You got to understand that not all of us are super pretty,
Some of us are not perfect bodied or shallow minded demanding expensive things...
Most of us just don't worship our looks
You said we are sassy and too masculine
It’s not our fault, we were raised to hustle like you
Please stop asking us to fake us,
You want a dove heart, please be a dove heart
Allow us to be your helpmate, not just your playmate
LET us be your soulmate, not just your sexmate.
GOD created us black women to push you to purpose
WE WERE designed to help you be the men God calls you to be
You don’t know how it feels when you constantly
depend on us, lean on us, take from us but won’t
love, marry, and honor us
You keep telling us that we are full of dramas
Keep telling the world why you prefer white women
Said because they are easier and nicer
But what you don't know is that, 'loving you isn't any easier'
You keep coming back to us when you are damaged
And when you are safe on your feet,
You leave us again
You never look back to see how vulnerable we are,
How we are not always that strong
But we thrive to stay strong for you
We desired your friendship above all else
Even in marriage, we still crave for your attention
Why would you be hateful and unfaithful to your black angels?
Loving us doesn't make you less of a man
We need you to man up, we need you to be our men
Stop chasing after eye candy and sexually
uncovering sisters with your lack of self-control
Stop needing to feel like a big man at the
expense of your marriages and families
You need to love us black women as we are
Because you are the one that can love us better...


By Oladosu Harbihorlar Eunice
Chapter One

Kaia

H e pressed my back against the wall with gentle force, not even caring to close the door behind him. That, that uncaring, uncontrollable part of his character… that savage part of him that didn’t give a fuck… that was the reason I was in this position now. It turned me on so much I couldn’t think straight at times. Which I’m sure Javaris liked, because if I was thinking straight, I’d be telling him to get the hell out of my house.
Reaching across his back, I pushed at the door until it closed, squealing as he tugged my jeans and panties down. This wasn’t the first time Javaris tried to use sex as an apology, and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last. We were supposed to go out last night for date night. I hadn’t heard from him for a full twenty-four hours. It would be putting it mildly to say that I was worried sick. And the first thing his ass does when he pops up is start stripping me at my door.
“Move, Javaris,” I ordered with as much strength in my voice as I could muster.
All he did was look up at me and smile before returning his attention to the task at hand. Javaris yanked my jeans and panties from around my left ankle, then the right.
“Javaris…”
“You want me to beg?” He paused momentarily and gave me his full attention. “You want me to beg for this pussy, Kiy?” Big, strong hands squeezed my ass as Javaris leaned closer to my center. “I’ll beg if I have to.”
But he wouldn’t have to.
And he knew that.
But he should.
I made this shit way too easy for him.
Javaris placed my left leg on his shoulder the second I tried to push him away, pinning me back against the wall.
“I’m mad at you. Move.”
“Let me make you feel better,” he offered before swiping his tongue against my clit, and the second he did my resolve began to fade away. His tongue circled my clit a few times, then he sucked it into his mouth. The second I gripped his shoulders Javaris released me and placed delicate kisses around the lips of my pussy.
Tease.
His kisses trailed out, moving towards my thigh. Javaris may have been a horrible boyfriend, but he was a damn good lover. And his cocky ass knew that, too. My hand wrapped around the back of his neck, and I used it to guide his face back to my pussy. With a chuckle, Javaris continued to show my clit the attention it deserved. The hard, slow licks he blessed me with had my body relaxing against the wall as my eyes closed.
“You still mad?” The length of his tongue slid between my folds before the tip focused in on my most sensitive part. “Hmm?”
Pulling my hips off the wall, Javaris dipped his tongue inside of me before swirling his tongue against my opening slowly. He did that until it brought me to the hilt of my orgasm. Javaris pulled away, causing me to open my eyes and stare down at him.
“Are you still mad, Kaia?”
“No. Eat, baby.”
And he did. Javaris ate until my nectar was pouring onto him and down my legs. He ate until my legs were locking up and going limp. He ate until I was begging him to stop. When he did stop, Javaris lifted me into the air and wrapped my legs around him, carrying me down the hall and into the living room.
In that moment, I didn’t give a damn if my sister walked in on us or not. He’d riled me up to the point where I needed the dick, and I didn’t want anything or anyone to stand in the way of me getting it.
Javaris placed me on the edge of the couch. My frustration grew at the sight of him getting on his knees. Foreplay was over, and, “I need to feel you, Javaris.”
“In a minute.”
There was no need for me to argue with him. Javaris was a good lover, but he was a controlling one too. The second he stretched my legs as wide as they could go, I surrendered to the fact that I was at his mercy. His finger entered me as his tongue returned to my already sensitive clit. We’d been at this long enough for him to know my body and what it took to make me cum – effortlessly. Not much time had passed before my legs were wrapping around his neck as my toes curled. With my orgasm drawing near, Javaris added a second finger and bent them both, massaging the ridges of my G-spot with each stroke.
I grabbed my legs and pulled them back as my body locked up. My back arched as my eyes sealed shut. Mouth open, panting, I jerked against him as I came. Javaris removed his fingers when the pulsing of my walls ceased, but his mouth remained locked on me until I pushed him away.
Standing, Javaris grabbed my left leg and used it to turn me around. Positioning me against the arm rest of the couch, he arched my back the way he liked. Looking back, I watched him pull the gold wrapper from his pocket. I watched and waited for the other two to fall, because he always carried three when he came to see me, but they never did. Trying not to overthink the situation, I turned back around and inhaled deeply as I waited for us to become one.
Spreading my ass cheeks, Javaris slid into me with one swift, long stroke. The kind of stroke that had me moaning and trying to get away. But he didn’t let me. His hands went to my waist, and he used it to keep me secure.
“This where I belong,” he