Dream dabbed under her eye with a Kleenex tissue, hoping that her makeup wasn't staining yet. She was glad that she'd decided against wearing mascara when she was doing her makeup this morning.

She hit the unlock button on her key fob, and then got in her car after waving at a few members of the congregation that were leaving a little early as well.

The Potter's House was the church that Dream belonged to, and it wouldn't be getting out for another hour; but she knew that it would be plenty of foot traffic, so she always left earlier than everyone else.

Even though she was forcibly Amish, Dream didn't consider herself to be religious in the least, but she still preferred to go to the Christian church over the one in her own community.

Her mother had taught her that her relationship with God was far more important than deciding which religion she would belong to, so she didn't personally claim any of them.

To her, religion dominated your life more than anything else; forcing you to live a certain way or else you wouldn't be 'accepted'. It crippled the true word and path from God, and suffocated you with chains to keep you 'disciplined'. That was way too much for Dream to handle.

So, she was on her own journey with God, on a far deeper level than what she was taught. It was only her and Him, and He was teaching her things everyday, so she had yet to regret straying completely away from the Amish.

When she went to church on Sunday's at The Potter's House, and listened to the word taught by Bishop T.D. Jakes, it didn't feel forced anymore. He was calm when he spoke, and thorough as well. She understood everything, and felt it strengthened her personal relationship with God.

Dream didn't go every Sunday, though. She mostly only went when she felt like she needed it, or was looking for a sign; as if she was being called to go there. Today just so happened to be one of those days.

Stopping at a red light, Dream looked down at her phone after it had buzzed with two notifications a few minutes apart.

She groaned in annoyance at all three notifications, tossing her phone in the passenger seat. She wasn't made for this life, being a 'city girl'. This was becoming aggravating, real fast.

Last night, she'd fallen asleep on the phone with Kentrell, but ended it as soon as she woke up to get ready for church. She assumed that he was just now waking up and realizing that the call was no longer on.

They'd been talking for the last few days, nothing too serious, yet. Dream was cooler than he'd thought, and was so easy to talk to, too. She was growing on him, quickly. It was low-key upsetting him because this wasn't apart of the 'plan'.

Dayvon, on the other hand, hadn't talked to Dream in over a week. She was ignoring everything. The flowers and gifts he sent, his messages, his calls-she ignored it all. She wasn't sure if she was teaching him a lesson or not. There wasn't a reason to lie like she didn't miss him though.

As much as she tried to put this tough act on, she missed him, a lot. Ignoring him was hard, especially because he was trying so hard to 'win her back'. Dream didn't want to be won over though. They wouldn't have even been in this position if he wouldn't have done what he did.

Glancing down at her phone again, she read over Dayvon's message, and chewed the inside of her cheek as she did so.

She sighed under her breath as she pulled in her garage, conflicted on what to do. She missed him so much though; so much that it was battling against her better mind that was telling her to continue ignoring him.

"Hey pooh. Come on, go outside." She held the backdoor to her house open after letting Midnight out of the cage, then watched as he wasted no time to get the zoomies in the backyard.

She sat on her porch swing, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she thought about what to text Dayvon. The only thing on her mind was, 'fuck it'.

Standing up from the rocking swing, Dream went back in her house, passing by the two bouquets of roses that was on her kitchen counter as she headed towards her bedroom.

Ariana and Jayda had told her what to expect as soon as she took him back, and they'd assumed that the first thing he would do was something sexual to make up for what he'd done. Though Dream didn't see the logic in that, she wouldn't be passing it up this time. She had nothing else to do, so, why not?

The first thing she did was shower and change out of her church attire into something regular; a white muscle shirt and a pair of boxers. She purposely didn't wear any panties or a bra since she already knew what she wanted. Rather than being nervous, she was low-key excited.

Next, she lightly rubbed her body down in baby oil and sprayed a few pumps of the perfume that was his favorite. By the time she had finished, she could hear a knock on her front door, and she frown at how fast he'd gotten there.

Dream walked out of her bedroom and towards the front of her house, then used a few seconds to fix her long hair in the mirror hung up against the wall. When it was to her liking, she finally opened up the door.

Dayvon didn't even say anything, and instead just leaned over to wrap her body up in a hug that comforted him more than he could explain. He was obsessed with her.

"I'm sorry, Nana," He told her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck once she hugged him back.

"Was the kiss worth it?" She chuckled, though neither of them really found it funny in an amusing way, but more so, sarcastically.

"No. I missed you girl." He rubbed the small of her back, and she allowed him to pull her back so that he could look at her face.

"You hurt my feelings. Some stuff you should just take to the grave," She lightly shrugged. She honestly wished he had never told her, then this whole predicament could've been avoided, but she was also thankful that he had the decency to be honest with her.

"I won't have nothin' else to take to the grave. I ain't gon' fuck up again." He told her, and she nodded to let him know she believed him, then she wrapped her arms around his neck again.

"I missed you too." She finally said it back, letting him effortlessly pick her up from the ground, holding underneath her thighs.

"I know. And ion' expect you to just forgive me easily either. I can make it up to you though, just tell me how to." He carried her back to her bedroom, and followed up with laying her down.

"What did you kiss her for, Salem?" She asked out of curiosity as she watched him pull off the hoodie he wore, knowing she didn't like outside clothes in her bed.

"It wasn't a her," He revealed, and first, she held a look of confusion, before her eyes widened.

"Oh my god," Was all that she could get out, followed by a low gasp. He had 'cheated' on her with another man?!

She waited to see if he would say something else, maybe even try to re-excuse what he'd done, but he didn't. And she didn't either, for a few seconds.

"You are just-wow. Wow. Really, Dayvon?" She frowned. The change of the assumed gender didn't make her feel a certain way, but why hadn't he'd told her about his-preferences.

"Did you fuck him too? While we weren't talking?" She asked, curious again.

"Nah. I ain't fucked him in a while." He truthfully told her, and she just couldn't believe what she was hearing. Not that it bothered her, but never in a million years had she expected him-out of all people-to be gay, or bisexual, for that matter.

"Wow." She followed his body with her eyes as he sat down on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through his long locs.

"Say somethin' else. You got questions? Ask 'em." He looked over at her, but she didn't even know what to ask. She needed to talk to her best friends about this, but she didn't want to tell his business like that-even though she trusted her friends.

"What are you supposed to ask after finding something like that out?" She rose an eyebrow, and he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

"I know it's embarrassing. It's cool if you-ion' know, feel a way about it. I just want you to talk to me if that make you uncomfortable or somethin'." He explained, keeping his eyes on her.

"The only way that I could feel uncomfortable about that is if you're doing stuff with him while being with me. Other than that, it's not my business." She held her hands up, shrugging as well.

"Don't pull that shit on me, girl. Saying it ain't yo' business. Youn' care that yo' nigga gay?"

"You not my ni-", She didn't even get to finish her statement before he had he stood up, and she quickly moved to the other side of her bed, laughing.

"You play too much." He grabbed her ankle before she could get too far, pulling her near where he was while she continued to laugh. His heart warmed up at the sight of the smile he'd been missing. It was crazy when you literally craved somebody else's happiness. She lit up his whole world and didn't even realize it.

"I'm serious though. You can't be my man until like-I don't know. I can't give in this fast. My best friend told me I'm a city girl now, so," She fake yawned, then laughed once he bucked at her.

"I'll kill you, her, and the city girls. Then what?" He climbed on top of her, and she rolled her eyes with a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Anyways. Why didn't you tell me that, though? That's not something you should've kept a secret from me.." She chuckled, rubbing her thumb underneath his eye.

"Ion' know. I ain't never told nobody before..you the first person. I just know mufucka's won't accept a nigga like me, liking-other niggas like me." He chuckled as well, resting his weight on top of her while she played with his face.

"You don't need acceptance from anyone. I think it's weird-homophobia. Especially since people hold gay men up to higher standards compared to gay women. Most men even fetishize lesbians, but be tryna fight gay men. It's stupid." She shook her head, remembering a video she'd saw on her Twitter timeline.

"Yeah. Then mufucka's ah' treat you different if they find out. I'ah probably lose money, and fans and shit. I just don't think it's nobody business. Niggas goofy's anyways." He laid his head on her chest, his arms wrapped tight around her waist.

"Did you tell your past girlfriends-or, I mean, like the girls you had sex with?" She asked after chuckling at his last statement.

"Nah. I only been fucking around wit' him for a few months. I ain't talked to no bitches in a while. They aggravating. I just get my dick sucked and go." He told her, and she pushed his head away, making him laugh.

"Chill. I don't do that no more. Move," He smiled, grabbing her hands once she tried blocking him from laying on top of her again.

"No 'cause why would you tell me that? You already on thin ice as it is." She frowned at him, and he chuckled, leaning down to kiss her cheek a few times.

"I missed you so much." He kissed her nose, and her frown disappeared, a small smile replacing it. He made it hard to be mad for long.

"Who wouldn't? It's me." She smirked, and he rolled his eyes while getting off of her, making her laugh.

She reached over on the dresser to grab her phone once it buzzed with a notification, and she clicked on the message thread, seeing Kentrell had texted her. How coincidental.

Her gaze shifted to Dayvon who was busy making himself comfortable on the side of her, and then it went back to her keyboard, thinking of what to respond.

Now, this is where it was getting hard. There was no way she would be able to keep up with both Kentrell and Dayvon without slipping up. This sneaky texting was already hard enough as it was. She figured that since she was back cool with Dayvon, then maybe she could just keep Kentrell as a friend.

She texted him back, deciding that she would go on a very friendly date with him on Friday. This couldn't hurt anything, and she knew she wouldn't do nothing with him, so it shouldn't bother Dayvon too much-if he was to ever find out.

She haha'd his message, and sent another text, before turning her phone off and putting it back on the dresser.

"Who you texting?" Von asked, and she chuckled as he found his way back between her legs, once again.

"Jayda. That's okay with you?" She lied straight through her teeth, wrapping her arms around his body.

"Nah. You with me right now so I want all yo' attention." He pulled the covers over them, and she smiled after he had pulled them all the way over their heads.

"You have it." She mumbled, her bottom lip resting between her teeth as he began to leave soft kisses on her face, slowly closing in on her lips.

"Can I have a kiss?" He asked her, and she nodded her head, her arms wrapping around his neck as soon as their lips met.

He slid his tongue in her mouth, but just before it could deepen, he released her from the kiss. Feeling teased, she held a small frown as her expression, looking up at him.

"Stick yo' tongue out for me ma." He instructed, and she bit her lip again, before doing as told.

Dayvon leaned his head down, letting his spit drip out on the surface of her tongue, and she gasped, caught off guard. She didn't even get a chance to properly react before he had sucked it up from her tongue, giving her a nasty kiss.

She moaned in his mouth, grabbing his face to keep him still after he had finally allowed the kiss to develop further. It became sloppier by the minute, and Dream could feel a heartbeat between her legs.

Slowly, he began to roam her body with his hands to see how far she'd let him go, and was surprised once she let him rub her breasts over her shirt-which had kept his attention since he'd first walked in the door.

He used his thumb to flick her nipple, and she quietly moaned once again, upset because he was moving too slow for her. She let his body go to grab the ends of her shirt, then broke the kiss so that she could pull it off.

"Damn girl," His eyes immediately lowered, rubbing over her brown colored nipples, following up with taking the left one in his mouth.

"Shit," She bit her lip, feeling him leaving a hickey on the side of her nipple, while using his thumb to rub against it again.

He trailed his kisses back up to her lips, groaning as he did so, feeling his dick continue to harden in his boxers-begging to be released.

"You okay?" He spoke against her lips, and she nodded, unable to speak because she was afraid she would stutter. She was beyond nervous.

"You wanna let me do something else?" His eyes roamed her expression, and again, she briefly nodded her head.

"Answer me, Ayanna," He used her middle name after grabbing her neck, and she blew out a shaky breath, keeping her gaze locked on his.

"Yes." She granted him verbal permission, and he sat up in front of her, putting her legs in the air so that her feet were pointed towards the ceiling.

She felt shivers travel up her spine once he kissed her french tip polished toes, moisturized from baby oil which made them soft against his lips.

The feeling of his hard dick being pressed against her middle area had her entire body hot, and for the first time, she felt her slit heavily moisten. Like, so much that it felt like she needed to change her shorts.

"Baby, my s-oh my god." The thump grew stronger in her lower half, and she clenched her legs shut, trying to soothe it.

"Open up." He tapped her thigh, and when she didn't move, he hit the same spot, earning a hissing noise from her at the stinging sensation.

She spread her legs, and he looked down, his tattooed hands groping down her thighs, purposely being rough because he wanted to leave a mark.

She belonged to him.

Dayvon grabbed the waistband of her boxers,slowly pulling them down her legs. Then, he spread her legs once more, gazing over her naked body for the first time. It exceeded his expectations. She was absolutely beautiful.

"Salem, please," She begged, his middle name leaving her lips so smoothly, as usual. Only this time-his dick throbbed at the use of it.

"Hold right here." He positioned her legs over her chest, and she held her thighs to keep her legs spread open for him.

Next, Dayvon leaned down, his face hovering right above her slit that glistened from how wet it was. Dragging his fingers down the crease that led to her opening, he played with the sticky substance between her fingers, enticed.

Using his thumb and pointer finger on his left hand, he gently spread her folds, revealing her clit. He wrapped his thick lips around it, groaning against her once he heard her moan.

He was about to enjoy the hell out of this.

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