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  Trust A Broken Heart

  Ivy Symone

  Copyright 2019 © Imperial Publishing Group

  Copyright 2019 © Ivy Symone

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Acknowledgments

  Just want to say a quick thanks to all of those who still rock with me, even when I’m not at my best. And a special shout out to everyone who hit me up personally just to make sure I’m good. It’s like a little nudge to make me keep going, and to remind me that I am loved. Again, thank you, I appreciate you, and I love you. God bless!

  Chapter 1

  Where Bebe’s new baby came from…

  Fourth of July, 2014

  B ADU PUSSY

  Those were the words on her shirt. Silver-glittered Georgia font. Black v-neck tee, short-sleeved and fitted, hem falling right at her waist. A black pair of Capri-cut leggings hugged her lower curves. Curves that were disproportioned to her torso. Curves so exaggerated she seemed almost photoshopped or was a caricature illustration of the shapeliness and lusciousness of a Nubian goddess.

  Knees considered “knocked” with no gap between the thighs. Their thickness wouldn’t allow it; instead, they accentuated the junction between her hips that was formed out of the fattest set of pussy lips. The way her leggings outlined her center perfectly put it on display. The visual of running his tongue between the two to get to that hidden pink jewel had him ready to delve into something; preferably her.

  This arousal was confusing and undesired for Bebe. After the loss of his wife-to-be on their wedding day, all interest in women had ceased. There were a few that tried to fill his void with unsolicited sex as if that would comfort him. But hell, some of them couldn’t wait a whole damn month after that tragic accident left him heartbroken. They thought their “company” could fix him. Not only was he not interested, but their advances also angered him. He felt like they showed little respect for his deceased fiancée. So, he pushed them away.

  But here it was forty-one days later since he lost Miki. He should be grieving and, in the house, letting life pass him by. However, it was the Fourth of July and his new neighborhood seemed to have the whole street on lock. It was like a damn block party, but in actuality it was just several homes celebrating the holiday in over the top fashions. When he and Miki went out searching for a new house, they thought this neighborhood was family friendly, quiet, and safe. It was in an older established subdivision, and the houses were all unique in design, and the yards were massive. It was what his dog, Shadow, needed. And one of the things they liked most about the street, was there was a nice mix of culture differences from age to race much like where his previous home had been.

  Following Miki’s death, Bebe hadn’t been sure if he could still move into the house that they had picked out together. But there was no way he could continue to live in his former home. Miki, Téa, and his unborn had been murdered right outside. Miki’s blood had seeped onto the street that lined his yard. Remaining there would have been too painful.

  The Fourth of July brought all of the neighbors together, which wasn’t a bad thing, but Bebe intended to sulk and drown in his misery. If it were not for Marshawn, the young guy next door, Bebe probably would have went with his original plans. Marshawn convinced him to come over and join in the festivities. His two kids, BJ and Kennedi, were already enjoying themselves with the neighborhood kids. So why not?

  Her scent aggressively made its acquaintance with him right away. He sensed her before he was able to visually appreciate her. It wasn’t until Marshawn wanted to introduce his sister to him, that Bebe was able to fully take her in.

  “Bebe, this is my sister Nola. I told you she would be back soon,” Marshawn said before taking a swig of his beer.

  Nola’s glossed full lips spread into a charming smile as she extended her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Bebe. Marshawn told me all about you and the kids…and your dog.”

  “You’re his sister?” Bebe was a little shocked as he absently shook her hand. The three weeks he had been living there, he had never seen this sister Marshawn spoke of, and he damn sure wasn’t expecting her to be this fine. Not from what the inside of their house looked like. It wasn’t bad, but different in a creative, free-spirited way. Kennedi, who was five years old, loved it with the brightly colored mismatched furniture. Patterns, prints, materials, and fabrics that were influenced by different cultures of the world were displayed everywhere. Weird sculptures and paintings decorated the space tastefully.

  Nola continued to smile, eyes lit with intrigue and face suddenly hued by a reddish blush. If Bebe said she wasn’t all that, then he knew he would be lying. The stiffness in his pants told the truth. Again, this arousal was troubling for him. He didn’t think he would be interested in anything to do with the opposite sex, yet here he was totally drunk off of this woman.

  This night, she wore her natural hair in a short afro of unruly dark red curls. Her face was naked though it had an authentic glow of beauty. Bebe had never crossed paths with a woman as dangerously sexy as Nola. She had thinly-shaped, upwardly-slanted dark brown eyes that peeked from under long natural lashes and could impale a man’s soul. And her lips…But God! Nola’s lips were lusciously thick. So thick, he wondered if the heaviness of them tired her out just to speak. And the wet look from the gloss had him playing out all kind of things in his head.

  In respects to the patriotic holiday, others around wore colors of the American flag; but not Nola. She stood out in her all black accented with a mix of natural jewelry and chunky fashion jewelry that were the colors of the Pan-African flag: red, green, and black. Both wrists were hidden by bangles and beaded bracelets stacked all the way to the middle of her forearms. She wore a chunky statement necklace along with big hooped earrings, and studs that went in the top of the ears. On her feet were a pair of plain black flip flops that exposed unpolished but trimmed toenails and about five toe rings amongst her ten toes.

  “Why do you seem shocked?” Nola asked in her twangy southern drawl.

  “You’re not what I was expecting,” Bebe answered honestly.

  “Really?” she asked amused. She looked over at Marshawn with question and a playful spark in her eyes. “What have you been telling this man about me?”

  “Nothing,” Marshawn replied. He looked at her with a sheepish grin. “I think I did tell him you were kinda weird.”

  “Weird?” She echoed with feigned insult. “Don’t mind a damn thang my baby brother said about me. Whatever he said is probably true though. Other than that, I’m just a woman who loves dancing to her own beat. I do what the fuck I want to do.”

  If the scent of her hadn’t gotten all of Bebe’s attention, her self-assuredness had sealed the deal.

  Trying to get away and seeking anything to distract him, he asked, “Have ya’ll seen my kids Kennedi and BJ?”

  Marshawn said, “Oh they’re across the street with Jim and Rebecca with most of the other kids. He’s got that big bouncing house in his back yard.”

  “Let me go check on them and I’ll be back,” Bebe said. He could feel Nola staring at him, but he refused to give her any more eye contact. He had to get away from this woma
n.

  After checking on his children and reassured that they were in safe hands, Bebe decided it was okay to relax a little. He talked a while with Jim. The man could talk for days. Rarely taking a sip of his beer in his hand, it served more as a prop than anything else while the man talked. Jim had hemmed Bebe up four days after he first moved in. He introduced himself and welcomed Bebe to the neighborhood. Jim was just one of those cool country white boys that liked to have a good time but was true to his “whiteness.”

  The only thing that pulled Bebe away from Jim, was Dinky showing up with his dog Shadow. Once Dinky saw how lit the street was, and the smell of good barbecue tickling his nose, it was over. He blended right in without any questions. As a matter of fact, he was so “turnt up,” he abandoned Bebe. What was more pitiful was Shadow abandoning Bebe too. But Shadow was acting kind of weird. He ran straight for Nola poking his nose in her ass and where her legs formed that junction between them. He barked and jumped up on her excitedly. To Bebe’s surprise, she handled Shadow like a pro. When Bebe tried to step in to intervene, she told him she and Shadow were fine.

  Bebe joined Dinky at a table of men playing dominoes. There was a little crowd of people mingling and entertained by the men’s petty clowning. There were other attractive women around trying to get Bebe’s attention, but his eyes always seemed to land on Nola. He tried to be discreet. Hell, he had even tried to will himself not to look for her, but he couldn’t help it. And from the looks of it, he had lost his damn dog to her already. Shadow acted as though he belonged to her.

  Although he avoided her, they still had this back and forth flirty communication of the eyes. But Nola’s body spoke in ways that only his dick understood. She was doing the shit on purpose. He was so stressed with her teasing he hadn’t realized he was downing hard liquor and beer so damn fast, Dinky had to intervene.

  “Nigga, is you alright?” Dinky asked. His tone was hushed and filled with concern.

  Bebe nodded not taking his eyes off of Nola who stood behind one of Dinky’s opponents. Shit, Bebe never once thought if one of these men was her man. But if one was, he was doing a poor job of keeping an eye on her. Or maybe he was confident enough to know that his woman would be faithful to him. The liquor had Bebe ready to test that theory out.

  “Slow down on them drinks,” Dinky cautioned. He followed the path of Bebe’s attention and smiled. “Aw shit!”

  “Ay, keep an eye out for the kids and Shadow,” Bebe said absently as he got up.

  “Nigga!” Dinky called out. He shook his head with a chuckle. He looked at Nola. She gave him a cocky raised eyebrow smirk.

  She announced, “I’m going in the house. Anybody need anything?”

  “Mmm hmm,” Danette, one of her friends, teased.

  “What?” Nola asked innocently. She swirled around causing her bangles to create a clacking noise.

  Once she left, Dwight, her cousin whom she had been standing behind mumbled, “Could the two of them have been any more obvious?”

  Dinky laughed, “That’s what I’m saying.”

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  What started as hunger and animalistic fervor, turned into ferocious aggression. It had Nola’s head gone. All she could hope for was that all of his windows and doors to his home were closed. She didn’t want the neighborhood and their relatives and friends, along with her family and friends to hear her being handled by this man. She’s usually the prowess in her sexual encounters. And she was sure she still was, but at the moment, this man’s dick had her being submissive and hollering like a bitch.

  Maybe it was what she needed. It had been a while since a man was able to tame her.

  Marshawn told her while she was away that the house next door finally had its occupants. He said it was a man in his early thirties with a five-year-old daughter, a seven-year-old son, and a Rottweiler/Doberman mixed dog. She asked Marshawn what he looked like and where was the wife? Marshawn couldn’t answer the first part of the question because his explanation was, he wasn’t gay. As for the latter part of her question, Marshawn simply said there wasn’t a woman as far as he could see. He told her there had been women that visited but they would always leave. For the most part it was just the guy with the kids and the dog.

  Marshawn told her that this guy, Bebe, was a pretty cool guy. They became acquainted when Shadow, the dog, ran up in the house. Nola remembered asking, “Why did the dog run up in my house? And why did you let the dog run up in my house?”

  Marshawn had replied, “I didn’t know he was gonna do that. Shit, as soon as I opened the storm door to head out to my car, he flew right on in.” Marshawn laughed.

  “It ain’t funny.” Though she expressed being less than amused, she could only imagine the hilarity in some stranger’s dog just busting up in the house like that.

  After meeting Shadow, she was no longer bothered by that. Especially giving that his owner was so fine. But there was something about Bebe that made this attraction different. There was an aura about him that drew Nola in, and it wasn’t just sexual. But of course, his brown skin, muscular body, bow legs, and dick print were very appealing.

  It was his eyes. They were sad. No, they were more than just sad. They were the eyes of the brokenhearted. His eyes conveyed that he was hopelessly irreparable. But Nola believed every broken heart could love again as well as receive love. Not to say that it was her mission to make sure Bebe knew this but offering a little bit of pussy couldn’t hurt.

  Nola would consider herself sexually inclined. As much as she loved sex and the spirituality associated with it, she didn’t share herself with many. It was just that once she had chosen a mate to share in this bondage, she had a lot of sex. And this Bebe was special to her. She couldn’t really explain why she had thrown caution to the wind and was going in full speed ahead with this one.

  The first way she spoke to him first was with her eyes. Then her lips. Then she discreetly let her hands glide over her body making sure to linger longer in her very feminine parts. Bebe took the bait. He gestured towards his house. She nodded. He left first; she excused herself next.

  She ran into her house to make sure she was fresh enough for whatever could possibly go down. Not that she questioned her hygiene, but she had been out in the heat all day. She went to freshen up and change panties, but she didn’t want to smell like fresh soap letting him know she had to wash her pussy. And why would she have to wash her pussy? He would likely think she kept a funky pussy! So, she simply took a warm washrag and freshened up that way. She skipped grabbing a new pair of panties all together.

  Then as incognito as possible, she exited her house through the back door. A few people mingling in the back spoke to her slowing her down. She crossed the division of their yards and went to his back door. She knocked softly and waited. A few seconds later, the door opened. Meekly, something she rarely was, she stepped across the threshold. He closed the door behind her and locked it. Before she could turn to face him fully, he was already on her.

  Shit, it was what she needed. She needed to be fucked badly. Because like him, she had a void that need to be filled. A void that was unbearable at times. Unbearable just like the dick he was serving.

  They never made it to a bedroom, though she realized his intentions were not to have her in his bed. They sexed right there in his dimly lit kitchen. At first one leg of her leggings had been left on, but they were getting in the way. He tugged it off of her and she felt no shame of her body. Not even the long vertical scar that ran from her thigh to past the knee of her left leg, caused her any uneasiness. She was sure he barely paid attention to her scarred body. He was focused only on one thing.

  He devoured her heavy d-cup breasts. He was a little rough, but she was beginning to understand. She didn’t mind. She allowed him to use her and take his hurt out on her.

  After pounding her from the back, she was almost relieved that he stopped momentarily only to sit down in one of his dinette chairs. She let him maneuver her body however he saw f
it, but he was still handling her like a rag doll, which she didn’t think a man could do giving her five foot ten-inch-thick frame. It was rather sexy and a turn on for her.

  She sat down on his dick facing him. She bounced on him a few times the way he thought she only knew how. But then she had to show him a little something.

  “I wanna taste it,” she whispered to him seductively in between sensual kisses.

  “I ain’t stopping you,” he responded.

  She hopped off of him and bent down to give him the raunchiest head he probably ever had. His mean fuck face had softened, and he was now making all the noise. But Nola wasn’t finished. She didn’t want him to cum just yet. She turned around with her back facing him and lowered herself onto his dick. She ground him inside her until he was as deep as she could bear. She then leaned over using another chair for balance and proceeded to work her pussy all around his dick. And she was so thrilled that he had enough length for her to work with. And two years of mastering walking around with Yoni eggs held by her vagina muscles, gave her a grip that was sexually dangerous.

  Working her muscles, she slowly jacked his dick with her pussy. She wanted to milk him, but most importantly she wanted to give him an enjoyable experience. And from the sound of it, along with the way his body was tensing up, she knew he was enjoying it.

  “I’m ‘bout to cum…Keep doing that shit just like that,” he ordered through breathy grunts and groans.

  Nola continued to work him deep and slow but was unsure of how soon he was about to erupt. It was foolish to have sex without protection and she could smack herself for that, but something felt very right about what she was doing.

  With a strong hold, he grabbed her hips and held her in place. She could feel his dick pulsating as it spurted out the very essence of him in her. He had a tight hold on her as he pushed himself further into her.